Slaughtering a Dragon?

"Didn't he say he was going to slaughter a dragon last time we met?"

"How did he become like this?" Lola asked curiously.

Marvin shrugged. Who knew what this guy had met on the sea.

He immediately ordered, "Carry him and let him sleep on my bed."

The Captain's room was the most comfortable place.

Lola's eyes were wide open, constantly moving from Marvin to the Elf, back and forth. Who knew what she was thinking.

And the other were scared by what the two casually mentioned.

Slaughtering a Dragon?

This wasn't something to joke about!

In Feinan, anything related to a Dragon was very fierce, let alone a Dragon itself.

At that time, the sailor helping Ivan up loudly yelled, "I remember!"

"Isn't he the Elven War Saint who punched the Ancient Red Dragon back into the sea!?"

"It's him?"

"Sir Elven War Saint Ivan?"

The sailors immediately became impassioned.