When Felix awoke from his meditation, the sky was already beginning to brighten. The distant, dull sound of bells echoed from St Pilds, signaling the gathering of the ascetic monks outside the cathedral. Wearing only thin priest robes and barefoot, they were making their way towards the mountaintop.

These monks ate only one meal and drank a cup of water each day, abstaining from meat. They climbed the side peaks of St Pilds barefoot and in their simple garments, praying until sunset. At noon, the church sent them a meal: a bowl of porridge and a rye bread – their daily sustenance. These true believers, preachers of My Lord on earth, were not to be compared with the corrupt and power-hungry bishops of the Church.

After sitting up all night, Felix felt refreshed and invigorated rather than tired. The passive influx of holy light in his body had been assimilated after a night of refining, perhaps due to Lady Ireland’s mark, enhancing his affinity with the holy light energy.

Smoothing out his somewhat wrinkled priest robe, Felix took a deep breath as he gazed out the window, quietly admiring the world's scenery.

Opening the door, he found a wooden tray with washing utensils, a bowl of fragrant wheat porridge, two white flour bread, and a cup of ruby-red wine. Meat was forbidden within St Pilds Cathedral, and while the knights protecting the cathedral were not subjected to such strict rules, consuming meat within the cathedral grounds was punishable.

In terms of overall technological level, the world of Delrano was not as advanced as the Prime Material plane. In the Prime Material plane, if not for the suppression by the Church and the gods, steam magic might have already developed into a system. Felix had no doubt that if steam magic were allowed to evolve, it would lead to a magic-tech civilization similar to Earth in his previous life.

In comparison, Delrano’s overall craft level was genuinely medieval European. The toothbrush Felix used was made by drilling small holes in a piece of wood and fixing stiff animal bristles with glue – a very crude design that could be slightly painful if used too vigorously.

Delrano’s world retained a significant degree of primitiveness, housing diverse races like orcs, elves, dwarves, centaurs, savages, and original druids, unlike the Prime Material plane where even high elves were forced to leave due to humans' expanding influence.

The porridge contained some milky white granules about the size of a thumb, which melted in the mouth and were quite delicious. Felix, however, couldn't identify what they were. The wine seemed quite old, with a rich aroma and lingering aftertaste, probably a century-old treasure of the Church. The best winemakers were undoubtedly in the Church across numerous planes.

A gentle knock on the door – it must be Marilyn.

Felix found her to be a distinctive character. Like her knocking pattern: two light taps, followed by a heavier one. Paying a little attention, it was easy to remember her habit.

“Come in,” he said. His appetite was good today; he finished both white bread and the bowl of porridge.

The door opened slowly, revealing today’s Marilyn, who caught Felix’s eye. Undoubtedly, she must possess something like a space ring, for she had changed into a light-colored lace-edged long dress. As a dragon with a penchant for collecting treasures, if Marilyn, the esteemed silver dragon princess, didn’t have a spatial artifact, she would certainly be scorned by other female dragons.

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Her wavy, smooth hair casually draped over her shoulders. The light green dress accentuated her curvaceous figure, her shapely and powerful legs, and the full, rounded curves of her hips, which would make many noblewomen feel envious. Different from yesterday, today Marilyn wore a pair of sparkling ruby earrings, which Felix could tell were just beautifully crafted ornaments with no trace of magical energy.

Today's Marilyn seemed less enchanting but more softly beautiful than yesterday, reminiscent of an elegant and capable noblewoman residing in a grand castle.

Felix's lips curled into a slight smile as he admired the approaching woman, exclaiming, "Your beauty is astonishing."

"Thank you." Sincere compliments always bring joy, and Marilyn, being female, still possessed some of a human woman's vanity. She smiled radiantly, her face glowing like a forest nymph, twirling in front of Felix. Her light-colored dress with lace edges fluttered, highlighting her soft and alluring beauty, causing Felix's heart to skip a beat.

A fresh, dewy fragrance wafted into Felix's nostrils. Marilyn, the millennia-old dragon, sat unabashedly on his bed, carefully observing Felix. After a pause, she asked softly, "What are your plans? Do you intend to stay in the Delrano world and wait for the abyssal plane war to erupt, or, like me, find a way to leave this place of strife?"

Felix closed his eyes, pondering the partial information about silver dragons in his memory.

"Silver dragon: Lawful Good.

Silver dragons are dignified and graceful, eager to assist those good beings in genuine need. When interacting with humans, they often transform into kind old men or beautiful young girls. As they age, their scales become brighter, and their pupils lighter, eventually resembling mercury spheres. Silver dragons prefer to build their nests in lofty places, like isolated mountain peaks or amidst clouds. They always emit a faint scent of rainwater.

They enjoy human food and can live entirely on it. Silver dragons seem to have a preference for human forms and often befriend mortals, even forming deep friendships. Due to building nests in similar environments as red dragons, conflicts between the two are common and often intense and deadly. Silver dragons are not aggressive unless facing extreme evil or disrespectful provocation."

Silver dragons are unique among their kind for their fondness for humans. As beings of the Lawful Good alignment, they also prefer to avoid conflict, if possible.

This must also be why she's eager to leave the Delrano world.

"How long have you been in this world?" Felix looked up at the tall woman before him. Marilyn's human form was distinctly elven in its tall stature. With Felix standing about 1.7 meters tall, he barely reached her shoulder. The only difference from an elf was her far more voluptuous figure, which would amaze even a cow.

"Ten years." Marilyn, seemingly in retaliation for Felix's earlier silence, flicked her long hair elegantly, picked up the grape wine Felix hadn't finished, and remarked lightly, "The Blood of God, a cup worth a hundred thousand gold coins, a luxury unattainable even by human nobles. The priests here are stingy, serving me only a thirty-year-old wine."

Felix was somewhat speechless, watching Marilyn savoring the wine's aroma with a reminiscing expression. He couldn't help but say, "If you really like it, I can get you a barrel when we leave. I still have that much authority."

"Really?" Marilyn's face lit up with surprise.

Felix tugged at his mouth, deciding to continue playing along with the dragoness. Women are natural actresses, and mother dragons are no exception. It seems the books missed a detail: not only do silver dragons get close to humans, but they also share many noble habits, indulging in luxurious lifestyles.

"I've been in this world for ten years. When I broke through the planar barrier, I was restricted by the plane's laws. I sensed the call of the Goddess of Life then. As a being of the Good alignment, dragons have always maintained a close relationship with the nature-oriented Goddess of Life." Marilyn put down her wine glass, looking up at Felix and softly continued, "I was very weak at that time and chose to sleep on the Tree of Life. In fact, I've been awake for less than a year."

Ten years is not very long for a dragon. Some lazier dragons might sleep for more than a decade.

But Felix can't wait that long. Once the planar war starts, it could be ten years, maybe a hundred.

He must find a way to leave.