A little Dragon! Flying in the sky! Flying, flying!
After flapping his wings under the cover of night for a long time, Karl finally reached the base of the Connacht Kingdom Knight Order. It was located near Glastonbury and disguised as a church.
"When exactly will I be able to transform from a Blazing Fledgling Dragon into an adult Emperor Dragon?"
Karl returned to his human form after landing, unable to help but let out a long sigh of relief, feeling a bit tired.
Smolder was still too young; short-distance flight was fine, but anything further was a bit strenuous.
He didn't know if the Emperor Dragon form grew alongside his human form or independently.
If it grew independently, he would go and sit at the same table as Noberta and Seth when school started.
Huh? Wait a minute!
It wouldn't stay in this state forever, would it?
Karl shook his head vigorously. "Pah, pah, pah! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
After all, I am a dignified Emperor Dragon; I definitely won't be limited to just acting cute in the future.
Yeah! Believe first, then keep believing!
Having comforted himself, Karl walked toward the church with a Grindelwald-style elegant stride.
Every step he took was like a brush soaked in ink touching rice paper; the Soul-Devouring Night Black Mist silently stained the earth, spreading and diffusing in all directions, surrounding the entire church.
Karl stopped at the entrance and fashioned a mask out of the black mist to wear on his face.
Then, he pulled a wide, curved smile at the mouth area, his eyes lighting up with an eerie green glow.
"Knock, knock, knock—"
The dull sound of knocking traveled far in the silent night, echoing continuously within the church.
"Is anyone home? A guest has arrived, I'm coming in~"
Karl kicked open the door, which had already been corroded by the black mist, and rushed inside with a bizarre laugh.
Happy Hour is about to begin!
"Who's there? How dare you— Ah!"
"Someone has broken in!"
"Quick, kill him!"
Chaos erupted within the church as the Wizards were startled awake from their sleep, and lights were gradually lit.
However, as they stepped out of their rooms with their wands, they were instantly lost in the black mist, slaughtered on the spot by an increasing number of wraiths.
"They're all dead! Everyone is dead!"
"Run! The devil is here!"
"Help! Someone save me?"
As the screams and wails rose and fell, the lights were once again swallowed by darkness, and the noisy church fell silent.
Surrounded by the Soul-Devouring Night Black Mist and wraiths, Karl walked toward the depths of the church.
"Demon. You are a demon..."
In a Chamber of Secrets, several old Wizards with graying hair and hunched bodies looked at Karl with terrified eyes, their faces full of wrinkles and age spots showing expressions of despair.
"Stop it! I'm a good person! A total protagonist! Don't you know what a 'Bane of Evil' and 'Vanguard of Justice' is?"
,
The corners of the mouth on Karl's mask split open all the way to his ears, and the eerie green light in his eyes became even more blinding.
Hearing this, even though the old Wizards were so terrified that their souls were about to scatter, they couldn't help but freeze for a moment.
Have you no shame? You shameless scoundrel!
You should at least take a look at yourself in a puddle of your own piss!
Compared to a demon like you, we Dark Wizards who kill and burn are practically law-abiding citizens!
Karl: (one_one)
What's that supposed to mean?
How can I, a hero, be looked down upon by villains? Is a good person supposed to be held at gunpoint?
He reached out and summoned a mirror hanging on the wall, beginning to examine his current appearance.
Tsk! He didn't know what material this mirror was made of, but it was surprisingly clear.
Karl made a few funny faces at the mirror, feeling there was nothing wrong—it was quite handsome.
If he had to nitpick, it might be— Never mind, forget it.
There was no need to argue over such trivial matters; the eyes of Wizards are sharp, and he believed that upon seeing this scene, everyone would firmly stand on the side of the righteous Karl.
"At your age, you're still thinking about causing trouble. Ending up like this is so undignified."
"Fortunately, you met such a kind person like me. I'll help you find some dignity."
Karl waved his hand gently, and the black mist, carrying the wraiths, pounced on them. A daily good deed, merit fulfilled.
"What's this? This is the treasure left behind by Queen Maeve? Then I truly have an eye for gems!"
Following the method from the old Wizards' memories, Karl successfully activated the mirror.
A thick white mist rose within the mirror, and within the mist, two points of light, one large and one small, appeared not far apart.
He walked out of the church holding the mirror and noticed that the smaller point of light was also moving.
Karl: (._.)
Hiss! Why does this thing look a bit like a'Shady Maps' navigation?
Whatever, never mind.
Anyway, it was still early before dawn, so he would go straight to find Avalon.
At certain times, Karl was indeed quite impatient—for instance, if there was something he liked to eat, he would never let it last until the next day. As for the church behind him, he would just leave it as it was; anyway, there were no corpses or bloodstains, so he would let the Ministry of Magic handle it. With a solemn expression, Karl held the mirror, his gaze incredibly serious.
"To find the Dragon and divide the gold, look at the entwining mountains; each layer of entwinement is a pass. If the pass has eight layers of danger, it will not leave the form of Yin, Yang, and the Eight Trigrams! Off we go!"
After a bout of professional maneuvers, Karl finally found a remote wasteland.
The two points of light in the mirror overlapped here; this should be the junction between Avalon and the mortal world.
"Ahem! Next, I'll need my beautiful and melodious voice!"
But since it's supposed to be a Merperson's song, I'll sing a few songs related to fish.
Karl cleared his throat, transformed into his Sharkman form, and started singing: "Little carp, looking so spirited~ jumping and bouncing, covered in mud—"
Ten minutes later, looking at the wasteland that hadn't changed at all, Karl fell into deep thought.
It shouldn't be! Why can a Merperson do it, but I, a Sharkman, can't?
It couldn't possibly be that my singing is bad, right? Avalon must be discriminating!
"Maybe I can try this thing!"
Karl had a sudden flash of inspiration and took out the Conch Horn that the Merperson Kaya had given him from his bracer.
"Mooo—"
As the horn sounded, the scenery around Karl suddenly changed.
The original wasteland turned into a dense forest, and it was filled with heavy mist.
"I really am a genius!"
Karl chuckled, put away the Conch Horn, returned to his human form, and picked up the mirror.
On it, besides the point of light representing his own position, a new point of light appeared in the distance.
Repeating his previous maneuvers, he quickly walked out of the Misty Forest.
"Boring! I thought there would be hidden killing intent and heavy dangers inside!"
Sighing with some disappointment, Karl looked at the seemingly endless swamp before him.
Now the question was: a Merperson's tears could turn a swamp into a lake, but would a Sharkman's tears work?
After all, the previous singing had no effect, not to mention he couldn't cry at all.
However—
Karl smirked; it seemed he didn't need to cry.
Because yours truly can fly!
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