Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

Arthur didn't need an introduction for this youth, as he knew he was the silver falcon, the ace mage the third bounty hunter guild had. Arthur smelled some faint hostile aura coming from him, and he was expecting such an attitude from this mage, after all news would travel fast, and the token Arthur had about the academy would have been long known by them.

"Brother silver falcon seemed quite serious," Arthur just laughed shortly, before he waved his hand, and suddenly a huge rhinoceros appeared with its two horns in the place. The size of this monster was enough to cause a stir in the place, and the aura emanated from it made everyone dreadful, and weapons appeared at once and were all directed towards Arthur's pet.

"Oh, calm down, it's under my control," Arthur said as he patted on the head of the irritated pet of his, which hit its hooves on the ground, in a motion expressing its readiness for fight.

"Just give me a chance and I would kill it on one to one fight," the silver falcon refused to budge an inch, declaring his hostile intent towards Arthur, who just smiled while saying:

"Sending two horned monsters to you is a disrespect to your fame, I think a five horned monster would be better, what do you think brother silver falcon?"

The words of Arthur made everyone suck a cold breath of air, as no one spoke or said a word, not even silver falcon, who knew for sure he wasn't a match for such a monster, not alone.

He wanted to prove his worth, his superiority, but not in such a suicidal way indeed.

"Stop joking around brother Willy, such a monster would be a disaster for any clan, or mages, and it would be quite rare to find one in the forest."

The second female mage here said, while she waved her long, slender staff in front of her beautiful face, which wasn't any less than Celi's beauty. Arthur noted her staff, as it was the same mysterious ability he knew nothing about, like Amelia.

"Oh, I have already two in my possession," Arthur just simply replied, "if sister wanted to see one, I can take one out, but I'm not sure we can handle it properly, as it had a grudge against me, and last time I just captured it with a fluke," he added, acting both humble and proud.

The grayish eyes of this female mage shone with bright light when she heard that. She was the third middle aged person here, making her the leader of the third guild hunter.

"If brother Willy had captured it already, then it wouldn't be anything near a fluke," she said, with a chuckle and a good attitude towards Arthur, who knew this beauty, whose looks never expressed her age properly, wasn't that easy to approach.

"You have two five horned monsters? Where do you keep them?" silver falcon said, with a defeated tone, but he hoped to prove Arthur was boasting wrongly about this, despite knowing the low chances of this.

"I keep them here," Arthur calmly replied, as he raised his hand, showing off the ring he had.

"Inside this ring?" Omgalden was the one to exclaim out loud.

"Yes, brother Willy has an extraordinary ring that he made. This ring can absorb things and take things out, easily and feasibly like that," Randy said, with a pride in his tone, after all he was now Arthur's man, and Arthur's advantages were considered his in front of strangers.

"That's a good thing indeed," the female leader said, "may I ask for brother Willy to make one for me?" she asked with a wink, like she was a spoiled little girl, adorable girl.

"Sure thing," Arthur shrugged his shoulders like this was nothing, "in fact I intended to make some new rings, but I lack some ore," he said, expressing his willingness to help, but in return it wouldn't be free.

"Ore? Anymore you want can't match the magic you have in your hand," Torend immediately said, agreeing for the price Arthur just offered. "Sister Lendy had a great taste for any fancy ornaments, so she might gift you with much more than ore," he winked with an evil smile on his face, referring to the female leader with the staff.

Lendy giggled, with a faint redness over her smooth cheeks, "brother Torend is joking, but if the ring impressed me, I might consider it."

She looked in a meaningful way to Arthur, who just smiled at her, "I'm sure you will love it," he said, with a wink. He had many beauties when he was a cultivator, and knew well how to handle such monsters and satisfy them well.

She laughed, a short yet stunning laugh, which appeared fake more than real.

"Brother Willy, this my right handed man, Volren, a strict knife wielder mage, someone I really like to give missions to, as he never failed me, not even once," Omgalden said, as he pointed to a twenty five mage, standing up straight like he was a sword. He had his long, slightly curved knife hanging on his waist, with a brown leather scabbard for it.

Arthur knew how sharp the knife cultivator were, and it seemed this feature was still with them here. they were always serious, dependable, and trusted, never lie, never flatter, never hesitate.

"Welcome brother Volren, now let's all sit down and have some chat together," Arthur said, as he returned to his seat while adding, "Ron, go and bring our finest meat and wine for our guests."