Dragon Language
'Damn, can you stop looking at me like that?'
Ian looked at the pitiful look on Ignysyl's face as if he was being bullied and couldn't help but feel speechless.
"Okay, okay. No need to feel so sad. I'm not selling your body. Why are you acting like I bullied you?"
Ian rolled his eyes, looking at the disheartened figure of the little dragon, whose face was so energetic and smiling just a moment before.
Although he was ruthless, he realized he wasn't ruthless enough to let this cute little guy show such a sad look because of him.
"Okay, hear me out. If you help me control this artifact and take out something I want, I will listen to one of your wishes. What do you think?"
Ian wasn't a fool. By now, he already knew Ignysyl wanted something from him. And from the way of his complaint, he already knew what that might be.
Otherwise, there was no reason for a dragon, even if he was a baby, to lower himself in front of a weak human like this.