Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3357

Chapter 3357 Oxymoron (Part 2)

While Lith walked back to his group, he looked around the room and noticed that many Wyrms followed him with their gaze. Judging from their grimaces, whatever they were saying about him was nothing good.

"Thank you!" Kamila's eyes lit up at the sight of more potatoes than she could eat.

They were crispy on the outside and juicy and tender on the inside. The potatoes were also steaming hot, requiring small bites if one wanted to avoid first-degree burns. "From one to ten, how much do Fire Dragons blame me for Valtak's death?" Lith asked Erghak while passing the salt shaker to Kamila.

"Around two, but only because thick-headed idiots are a plague that even the best families can't completely eradicate." Erghak replied.

"Tell me about it." Lith shook his head, thinking back to Orpal and Trion.

"The other clans, however, I'd say range from five to seven."

"What? Why?" Aran and Leria were so outraged that they dropped their forks.

"Because first your uncle/brother injured Valtak while learning how to use his blue flames and then involved Valtak in the events that led to his death." The Fire Dragon shrugged.

"It's stupid, I know, but when someone you love dies it's easier to look for a scapegoat than accept some things are inevitable. Why do you ask, Lith?"

"I happened to overhear..." Lith threw a meaningful glance at Tista, Solus, and Kamila before nodding at the kids. "An interesting discussion about my family in general and me in particular."

The three women frowned, but quickly resumed smiling when Aran and Leria turned to them, their small faces puzzled by Lith's cryptic words.

"I'm sorry to hear." Erghak gave him an apologetic bow. "For what is worth, you are all honored guests of the Fire Dragon's Brood and will be treated as such.

"Is everything alright here?" A tall, burly man dressed in a midnight-blue suit asked. "More or less, mister..." Aran had no doubt the person in from of him was a Dragon. The man had sky-blue skin, crystal scales covering most of his face, and a long beard that looked sculpted in ice rather than well-groomed facial hair. The wings, red eyes, and vertical-slitted pupils were just the icing on the cake.

"How rude of me, not introducing myself." The Dragon glared at Erghak. "And even ruder of you, Whelp. Aren't you supposed to be their host? Where are your manners?"

"Right here." Erghak tapped the side of his head. "It's just hard to be a good host when a stranger ambushes me and starts addressing my guests without giving me the time to do the proper introductions."

The two Dragons exchanged a short, mutual reproving look before Erghak talked again. "My friends, this is Quashol, Father of All Ice Dragons and patriarch of his Brood. Quashol, you already know Lith and Solus Verhen. These are Tista Verhen, Hekate and candidate Father of Fire, Lady Kamila Verhen, mother of Elysia, Aran Verhen, and Leria Verhen."

"Nice to meet you." The Elder Wyrm gave them a polite bow that was returned in the form of a bow or a curtsy.

"Nice to meet you too, mister Quashol" Aran circled back to the original question. "The food is great but Dragons are less cool than I thought."

"Why do you say that?" Quashol blinked a few times in surprise.

Usually, making a good impression on children was quite easy. Showing a bit of scales and breathing a bit of fire was enough to do the trick.

"Because they blame my brother for what happened to Grandnpa Valtak" Aran replied. "They are mean."