Chapter 145 145. Finally, Some Answers

Isolde sat down on a pile of gold. She was waiting for the red dragon named Silvee to start talking, or rather, the half-screech that was supposed to be hissing.

"You don't make demands; I am your owner, and I tell you when I want." The Dragon spoke. Isolde just stared. "Fine, we start at my birt...

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