With his shrewd eyes that have witnessed over seven hundred years, he could naturally tell at a glance that three of the pairs were just finely crafted fakes.
Parading around with a few fake dragon horns, what's the point?
This rebellious son, wandering outside all these years, surely hasn't accumulated any proper dragon life experience, only some crooked ways... Ovis felt a surge of mixed disdain and helplessness in his heart.
But right now, he had more important matters and decided to set this aside for the time being.
He would properly educate Alberto once they returned to the Dragon Domain.
"You two, stop standing here like two door panels."
As soon as his words fell, a force arose out of nowhere, pushing Nasha and Alberto aside, preventing them from blocking the view, thus fully exposing the Red Iron Dragon that had been behind them.
"You, Galos, the dragon burdened with the blood of both the Red Dragon and the Iron Dragon."
