It was impressive that Frank could kill that dragon instantly, but that was all there was to it.

There was strength in numbers, and once the punk returned with his friends, Frank was a dead man.

So instead of losing, he should flee there was no shame in running to fight another day.

Seeing that the villagers remained unconvinced, Frank snorted. "Go home. I'll deal with this myself!"

"Do whatever you like. Heaven knows we tried."

With a sigh of exasperation, the villagers all turned and left.

Since they could not get out on their own, Frank waved, levitating back to the surface.

Jouri walked up, pouting. "Why would you still play nice with them? Just use them as cannon fodder for later."

Frank chuckled. "It's called the measure of a king. The number of people you can tolerate is the number of people you'd rule.

"Sure, they run their mouths, but it's out of kindness too. Should I really take exception to some cheap words?"

Jouri nodded. "True. Thank goodness I major in science and not politics, or I'd be played like a fiddle."

Frank smiled but said nothing.

silence, Jouri said, "By the way, try not to kill the

anyway... why don't we keep going and see if there's anything

"Sure!"

and Frank walked through the narrow

flowers bloomed and the grass was a happy green.

"Look!"

the canaries at all

which closely resembled the one he saw

a closer look,

story: a

After he died, his remains were left in

the people

just check it

the body was placed, Jouri and Frank followed the markers and arrived before

five meters wide and the roof was

ahead, where a stone

up and studied

exclaiming. "There's a name

same name as

on that

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