With a flash of golden light, Lan appeared in the dwarven town. Before the warriors of the Ferenz clan could ask him for help, a sun-like spot of light appeared under his feet, as if a throne had risen from the ground and lifted him into the air.

The wind and snow began to roar, and the dwarves of the Ferenz clan stared in amazement at the ice giant and Lann on the ice giant's shoulder who appeared in the light spot, and for a moment they forgot to speak.

Only Wawrzynek Ferencz opened his mouth wide and drank a mouthful of the wind and snow, then jumped up excitedly as if waking up from a dream:

"Lord Lannister! Lord Lannister! There's another dragon out there. Kill it!"

The direction in which Wawrzynek pointed was the green dragon that had just pulled him out of the rock wall.

After hearing what Wawrzynek said, the green dragon that had just saved the "Witch's Lair" suddenly paused, and the wounds on its body caused by the dragon hunting crossbow were still dripping hot blood onto the ground.

She looked up, and her dark golden pupils met another pair of dark golden eyes. However, the green dragon unexpectedly did not see any anger or murderous intent in those eyes, but a kind of peace.

This expression was exactly the same as the way the owner of those eyes looked at him during the previous journey, and there was no change at all due to his transformation.

He knows, Green Dragon thought to himself.

"My God!" The ice giant roared to the sky without knowing why, and the wind and snow suddenly became violent. He seemed to want to use this green dragon to make up for the fighting spirit that he had not been able to vent on the red dragon before.

But Lann kicked the ice giant hard, forcing the big guy to suppress his emotions again. Then he appeared above the green dragon's head with a golden light, holding the rune sword high in his hand, and his body drew a dazzling arc of light as gravity fell.

At the same time, a subtle voice reached the ears of the green dragon:

"Go a little further, let's talk somewhere else."

The next second, the green dragon, which had no fighting spirit just now, suddenly burst out with powerful strength. With a wave of its dragon claws, it grabbed the Duke of Lannister, who was still in the air with nowhere to get support, and flapped its wings and flew away towards the Mahakam Mountains.

Vawzynek was about to cheer when he froze in place like an ice sculpture.

The ice giant scratched his head, looked left and right, roared "My God" loudly, then strode towards the direction of the green dragon and disappeared in the wind and snow.

…

Every time the dragon's broad wings flapped, a whistling wind would blow through Lan's hair. The sun shone through the dark clouds, illuminating the snow on the top of the mountain, reflecting dots of brilliance, as if a layer of broken diamonds was spread across the mountain.

Lann didn't know when he crawled out of the dragon's claws that were not tightly clenched at all, and appeared on the top of the green dragon's head with a flash of golden light. He grabbed two horny bone spurs that looked like a crown and sat down, closing his eyes and looking up to feel this new flying experience.

The green dragon noticed Lan's movements, and her pupils moved up slightly. She looked at the half-long light golden hair that was more dazzling than the sun, and wondered what she was thinking.

After a long time, a low hum like a horn came out of the throat, as if to remind. Then the whole dragon body began to sink, and the dragon's body gradually began to stick to the mountain wall. The air pressure brought by the flight broke the snow on the mountainside, making them dance like elves in the sun.

They flew over a hill, a mountain lake, and half a black pine forest. The green dragon gradually slowed down only after they were sure there were no traces of dwarves around.

A golden light flashed, and Lan appeared on the ground. Then he felt the griffin emblem on his chest begin to tremble violently, and a huge amount of chaotic energy fluctuated around him. Looking back, he saw that the nearly ten-meter-long green dragon was covered with dazzling light all over its body, and then began to compress and shape, and finally turned into a human shape.

When the light faded, her skin, which was not delicate but gave off a shiny and smooth feeling, curves comparable to the undulating mountains of Mahakam, her golden-brown semi-long hair, and her hesitant eyes were revealed.

With a few muffled "bang" sounds, two dragon-hunting arrows as thick as an adult's arms hit the snow.

Lann took in the beauty of Mahakam with the eyes of a work of art, and said the first words after landing: "How are your injuries?"

Saskia glanced at the two wounds on her body that looked like they were caused by ordinary arrows, lowered her head, and answered the question irrelevantly: "You don't seem surprised?"

I am not surprised that I was transformed from a dragon.

Lan nodded. He not only knew Saskia's identity, but also her future. These were the information he had sorted out in his mind when he first met Saskia, but he had not mentioned them because the time was not right.

…

Although dragons are seen as representatives of chaotic energy, and they can indeed absorb chaotic energy almost instinctively and spontaneously, few people actually see dragons use magic, and most of the time they only rely on their tyrannical bodies and various breaths to kill enemies.

Under such circumstances, folk songs and legends have been circulating since some time ago, telling stories about giant dragons that can transform into human forms and walk the earth, and also fictionalizing a fifth color of dragon in addition to red, white, green and black.

A giant dragon that is good at using magic - the golden dragon.

Some scholars believe that the existence of golden dragons is well-founded, and that it is a miraculous mutation caused by the young dragon absorbing too much chaotic energy when it was still an egg. Folklorists believe that dragons are completely fictional. After all, only fictional creatures can grow "golden scales", something that completely conforms to human aesthetics.

In fact, golden dragons do exist. Geralt once met a middle-aged man who called himself "Three Jackdaws" in his early years. This man was generous and had two female Zerekan warriors as his followers all year round. After Geralt discussed with him about the golden dragon and the border between order and chaos, he spent a night in a huge bathtub with this middle-aged man and the two female Zerekan warriors.

Geralt then joined a dragon-slayer team that was fighting against the green dragon. Yennefer and Alpen were also in the team. However, they soon encountered an internal conflict and almost died. As a result, they were saved by a golden dragon that suddenly appeared. So they fought side by side with the golden dragon to fight against the dragon-slayer army, and finally formed a friendship.

When Geralt and his companions asked the golden dragon why it had come all the way to help the green dragon, the golden dragon showed them a baby dragon. It turned out that the green dragon they were going to attack had just given birth, which gave humans an opportunity to take advantage of it.

…

Saskia is the little green dragon that Geralt once helped, and the father she had always mentioned who taught her the concept of racial equality was the miraculous golden dragon - Velentretanmes, also known as the "Three Jackdaws".

With this thought in mind, Lann flipped his left hand and took out a cloak from the [Item Bar], then stepped forward and gently draped it over Saskia's body. Although the cold wind in the mountains would not catch a cold on a real dragon, it was not right for a knight to let such a white-skinned lady stand in the wind and snow.

If you really want to watch it, there's no need to rush, right?

Although Saskia is a dragon, she has learned a lot of etiquette and manners from human society over the years, and even knew to slightly cover her vital parts. She seemed to be very pleased with Lann's actions, and smiled slightly, "This is the etiquette of a knight, right?"

"But you have not answered my question, Lord Lannister. When did you know I was a dragon?"

"You haven't answered my question yet, Ms. Green Dragon." Lann shook his head. "Are you okay with your injury?"

Once again, the answer was irrelevant. However, this irrelevant exchange swept away the slightly heavy atmosphere before, and the two people who had gone from familiar to unfamiliar because of Saskia's true identity were exposed once again found a relaxed atmosphere.

Saskia couldn't help but smile and gave in first: "The Ferenz clan has obviously been planning to slay the dragon for a long time. Their weapons are indeed exquisite... but they didn't hurt my vital parts, and I still have the magic my father taught me, so it's not a big deal."

"Also, please don't call me 'Green Dragon Lady' if you can help it."

"You were the first to call me 'Duke Lannister'." Lann took a step back, keeping a polite social distance, "Then it's my turn to answer the question."

Taking a deep breath, Lan organized his words and came up with the excuse he had prepared at the beginning.

"Your account is full of contradictions: a lady named Zerekan went to the North alone, but she had no weapons; you talked with the Scoia'tael, but you looked like a human; you talked about lofty ideals, racial equality, and the establishment of a nation - but have you ever thought about how shocking such a topic is?"

"The most important thing is that you and Geralt are too close. He has long noticed something is wrong. Geralt once had a friend who was similar to you, and this friend later gave him a big 'surprise'."

Saskia sighed, "Is it my father? He told me the story of the White Wolf. I should have paid more attention a long time ago... I am still too inexperienced."

Lan shrugged. "I have another excuse. I hope it will make you feel better. You should know about the Ancient Blood, right? I can use it to see some fragments of you. But it's not real. I can only verify it when I see you in this posture with my own eyes."

Saskia nodded: "The blood of the ancients, the power that is destined to save the world. My father also told me this."

At this point, the question seemed to have been answered, but both of them knew that the real contradiction had not yet been raised.

After a brief silence, it was Saskia who continued the topic first.

"…What happens next?"

Lann deliberately showed a puzzled look: "After what?"

Saskia choked. She was powerful but lacked social experience. She emphasized: "You already know that I am a dragon. What are you going to do next?"

…

What are you going to do?

Lann laughed in his heart. Why do you think I pretended to be ignorant when I knew the truth? I knew you were the Dragon Girl but I still accepted you into the team as if nothing had happened to improve your favorability. What was all this for? I also took out so much time to discuss racial equality and various knowledge with you. Do you think I, a duke who is everywhere to solicit support for the restoration of the country, have nothing to do? Any beautiful woman with a good figure can sneak into the team and take up my time like this?

Haven't you noticed that Geralt's eyes have been looking at me strangely recently, and Milva's eyes have been looking at you strangely too?

Lan took a deep breath and began to brew his emotions.

He smiled appropriately, sincerely, and just the right amount: "We share the same ideals and beliefs, Saskia. So I believe you also know how difficult it is to achieve such a goal."

“Sintra is my home, and I believe it can be the first step in realizing your dreams.”

He took a step forward to close the distance between them and extended his hand to Saskia: "I know that you joined my team only out of curiosity and the purpose of learning, as an observation. Now there are no secrets between us, so I sincerely invite you again, and hope that you can join Cintra."

"Sakia, Cintra needs you—and I need you too."

…

The cold wind blew up the corners of her clothes. Although she didn't feel the cold, Saskia still tightened the cloak that Lann had given her and buried her face in it.

She was about to say something when a loud roar came from afar, disrupting their thoughts.

“My—God—!!”

The ground rumbled and shook. The ice giant had spent so much time and finally arrived over the mountains and hills.

He looked at the owner of the field breathlessly, then looked suspiciously at the other little man who looked like he was not wearing any clothes. After a while, he scratched his head in confusion - where was the big lizard?

"My God?"

Lann glanced at the ice giant with empty eyes. He didn't expect that this big guy could run so fast and come out to interrupt at such a critical moment.

He was just feeling awkward with his hand raised in the air, when suddenly a warm touch filled it. The touch of the fingers was not delicate, far from the hands of the women he had touched before, and there were even rough and hard calluses on them that only warriors would have.

But Lan felt more satisfied than ever before.

After all, the one extending this hand is a dragon!

But the power behind this dragon is far more than that!

"I've heard my father tell the legend of the Frost Giant. He might be the last of this ancient race. Being able to subdue even such an ancient race... I don't know how to describe you."

Saskia said softly, "I lost two very important things today, Lan."

"Hmm?" Lann quickly pulled himself out of his own thoughts and put on a listening posture.

"I originally thought that Mahakam's people could live in peace with the dwarves, and she would be one of my learning targets. But it turns out that the peace between her and the dwarves is too fragile and full of hidden dangers."

"And then, when I faced my compatriot who massacred the dwarves, my first thought was to calm her down and hope that she would be safe." Saskia sighed, "I was protecting my compatriot - and I only met her for the first time. This is wrong. If there really is a multi-racial country, my actions will only intensify the conflicts between the races."

"I lost a goal today, and also lost a part of my faith, Lan." Saskia sighed again, "The knowledge and ideals my father taught me are too great. Now I know how insignificant my power is."

Then she raised her head and grabbed Lan's hand: "I... don't know how to continue the next journey. Can you teach me how to go?"

The mountain wind blew up Saskia's hair and cloak, making her eyes look bright.

Lan nodded: "Of course, it's my honor."