After flying thousands of miles to make sure no one was following, Timothy finally landed in a modest town.
Sitting in a small tavern, facing the still somewhat haughty Azura, Timothy asked, "So tell me, if you're the mighty Ocean Dragon King, how did they manage to capture you? And what's your connection to the Dragon Blood Formation?"
"Hmph, don't think that just because we've made a pact, you can order me around. I may have agreed to be your pet for a year, but I never said I'd answer your questions."
Azura snorted, having long forgotten the pitiful look she had when she begged Timothy to unlock her chains.
A smirk appeared on Timothy's face. "Are you sure? Let's not forget that I can somewhat control you with our pact. More importantly, don't you want another Golden Scale Dragon Carp?"
"You still have Golden Scale Dragon Carp!" Azura's eyes lit up instantly.