The Drunken Butler

It was reasonably easy, as the princess had full assurance that Enzo wouldn't run away due to thinking that the taming ritual was infallible.

As Enzo exited the Princess's sleeping quarters, either due to his increased luck stat, or other factors, he didn't meet with any opposition as he made his way to the Beast Colosseum.

The Beast Colosseum in the Alveron Kingdom was a place where any human or beast could come at any time to fight.

A magical array was set up that allowed contestants to fight until one person was critically injured or forfeited while still remaining safe. But that didn't mean the fight would be without consequence for the loser.

To enter in a fight inside the Beast Colosseum, a participant must wager at least 50% of their available experience.

Before a person changed tiers, all their accumulated experience in that tier was treated as a 'non-integrated' experience. Only when a person finally steps into the next tier will they integrate the power into their body, making it inseparable.

Experience could also not be exchanged from a higher-tier individual to a lower-tier individual; only if someone was in the same tier could experience be passed between different entities.

Although Enzo was a Tier 0 beast, fortunately, Tier 0 and Tier 1 energies were the only tiers that were the same.

'Hm, showing up at the Beast Colosseum as a supposed Tier 1 beast would be too troublesome if I caused a scene. It's better if I borrow someone's power.'

Enzo knew that if he went to the Beast Colosseum as a 3-meter lizard, he would inevitably end up in the spotlight.

Since he didn't have a solution to fix his body size or shape, Enzo decided to once again become someone's fake tamed beast.

As Enzo slithered around the city, he reminisced about the old times he had in the Alveron Kingdom.

'I wonder if Pantheons of Damora will settle in Alveron this time around.' Enzo frowned. 'Come to think of it, I heard a rumor that Damora herself got a unique quest, which is why she chose to start the guild here.'

Shaking his head, Enzo was about to continue his search when he rounded a corner and came face to face (which was a bit odd considering Enzo's head was less than a meter off the ground) with a man who looked about a hair's length away from being considered a midget.

His ass dangling up in the air, the man looked about as sober as the average homeless man who just finished shooting up in an alleyway.

"W-Who *hick* are y-you little guy?"

Instead of looking disgusted at the drunkard, Enzo's jaw almost became unhinged.

'Is this guy Port Swolder?' Inside the Pantheons of Damora, Port Swolder was an 'NPC' whose status rivaled that of guild leader Damora herself.

"The quest…" Enzo muttered, his eyes shining. "It must have something to do wit-"

"You're scales are *hick* sooo cute," Port said while waving his hand in an attempt to touch Enzo's scales.

Luckily for Enzo… and Port, Port's hands were hardly cooperating with him.

"Nevermind that, Port, why don't we get you to an inn for the night? I see some copper lying on the ground next to your left leg. That should be enough for the night." As soon as Enzo said the name Port, the once glossed old man exuded a faint killing intent so minute. If Enzo hadn't had both his previous life's experiences and the Void Dragon's heightened senses, he would have missed it.

Thankfully, Enzo had been expecting the man to be acting, so he was able to continue talking without arousing any suspicion from Port.

"How does a tiny lizard *hick* know my name?" Port, continuing his drunken act, asked Enzo with doubt evident on his face.

"An old acquaintance of mine told me you might need some help and gave me your portrait," Enzo said without batting an eye. 

Narrowing his eyes suddenly, a hint of recognition appeared in his eyes. After a long moment, he suddenly burst into laughter. "Old acquaintance, my ass… you're not even a year old, yet you dare spout such nonsense." Suddenly, Port leapt up to his feet and all the haziness was gone as though in had never been there in the first place.

Enzo's eyes widened as he realized what the old man's words meant. "I mean no harm, friend." Enzo didn't know exactly how strong Port Swolder was since, in his previous life, Port had only acted once.

But that single time was enough to leave a lasting impression of the man in Enzo's mind as Port had singlehandedly dealt with a squadron of Tier-5 beings with the wave of his hand.

Tier-5 beings! If just one of them appeared on Earth right now, all they would have to do was snap their fingers a few times, and the universe would have one less planet.

Chuckling, Port Swolder didn't respond but instead raised his hand and pointed his index finger at Enzo.

To the horror of Enzo, that index finger carried such profound elemental energy that even his dragon body couldn't sense what type or how much energy was contained on the tip of the midget's finger.

As the energy surrounding Port's finger got thicker, Enzo cursed his luck as if he died, he would not only lose a life this early, but the 12 hours remaining of +50 luck would disappear and if he didn't respawn close to Alveron Kingdom, he would no longer have the quest and connections he now had with princess Kayla Alveron.

Knowing his fate was doomed, Enzo closed his eyes and readied himself for the inevitable death notification when suddenly his body was hit with such a dense about of energy, Enzo instinctively opened his eyes and covered his vital organs with his dragon claws.

"Well," Port sighed, "although you aren't exactly the Emperor I was expecting, beggars can't be choosers."

Then, Enzo saw something he would forever remember as the most unwillingly given bow/salute he would ever receive.

Enzo gawked as Port half bowed and put two fingers upon the middle of his forehead and said, "*Sigh* The last butler of the Void Dragon race greets his highness, the First Prince."

As Port said those words, Enzo realized the energy he had mistaken for hostile was currently integrating into his bones.

Although Enzo didn't know the exact changes the energy would bring him, the overwhelming pleasant sensation his dragon instincts were feeling made Enzo realize his mistake.

Looking at the now straight-backed midget, Enzo raised his eyebrow as he asked, "Why did I feel a guild connection being established when you said those words?"

Port scrunched his eyebrows in bewilderment for a second before saying, "Ah, you're talking about the things humans in this backwater place call sects."

Enzo was surprised at the word sects as there were still organizations called guilds even after update 2.0, which integrated the Razzar Continent and Earth with the rest of the lands. He had never heard the word sects except in some history textbooks he found after update 2.0 about the old times before the rise of the 'System.'

'Could it be that this old man was somehow trapped in the Razzar Continent and was cut off from the rest of the realm?' But before Enzo had any more time to ponder, Port continued.

"Although it's similar to a sect, we of the beast races have clans, and what was just established was the first Dragon Clan connection to form since the fall of your late ancestor."