Cassius furrowed his brow, a hint of rage in his voice.
"Is this from the Polar Night Demon Tower?"
"You dare to cooperate with that lunatic Vagnard?"
Schroeder clearly did not expect the other party to know of the mysterious mage, and hastily explained: "No, we did not know the origin of this scroll; we just wanted to use it against the Red Dragon."
Cassius said coldly: "Lord Grey Hawk, I imagine you can guess my identity."
A powerful pressure emanated, cold sweat dripping from Schroeder's forehead. He trembled as he spoke: "Of, of course, you are a Gold Dragon, a guardian of justice and order."
Cassius snorted coldly, fully displaying the pride of a Gold Dragon.
"It's good that you know. Human, I will cooperate with you, but don't think about playing any tricks."
"Yes, Lord Remnant Fire."
Schroeder took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.