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.

a brief silence, Jouri said, "By the way, try not to kill the punk and the friends he'd bring. I'd

else to do anyway... why don't we keep going and see if

"Sure!"

through the narrow

Mountain flowers bloomed and the grass was a happy green. With

"Look!"

not interested in the canaries at all as she pointed at a

murals, which closely resembled the one

closer look,

a

descended upon the mortal realm. After he died, his remains were left in this canyon, where his godly energy diffused into the

that so-called sage one of the people who carried the will of the

it out

the body was placed, Jouri

was just five meters wide and the roof was covered with

where a stone sculpture

went up and studied

exclaiming. "There's a name

same name as

on that

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