Vaillant knew the guns well, rediscovered recently a few months ago thanks to Dantinne.

And the 2 large calibers on the turret commanded respect. 2 shots were enough to spread the castle on the ground with its occupants.

He knew that Isolde never lied and saw with jealousy his friend, a potential, if not wife, a potential concubine...

He sighed and welcomed the dragon and the mentats that accompanied him.

Isolde also gave him a letter from his Ally Altus in ancient coded runic.

"Dear Valiant Friend, I hope you are well and that your father still manages to bear the weight of the ages.

If Isolde has given you this letter, like me, you have made the right decision to spare your people and your kingdom.

This infernal creature is perhaps also our salvation and it is our rampart against the arch-demon Tiamat. I am talking about the one who came aboard the red star, which was his vessel, a kind of ship of space and time. Her powers are immeasurable and nothing here in this world can stand up to her.

The dragon has an army that can crush us like a fly. I'm not talking about a simple army, but an army of extermination. It has even sent an expedition to the stars before our very eyes.

Obey it, but the fugitives could also be our allies and saviors. She is looking for George, the dragon lord who fled but he is physically stronger than her and in close combat. And the hydra she is chasing is Tiamat of this world, or what is left of it... She is friends with Baltes..."

Vaillant placed the scroll in a box near his throne and stood up.

"My troops and my network are at your disposal, General Tania."

She rolled her eyes in amazement at its title.

Then she withdrew.

Vaillant signaled to Isolde to accompany her to her private chambers behind the throne room through an almost secret door.

Tania, accompanied by pharotek, entered a room with wise men and knights.

She laid a satellite map on a large table.

"I need the areas where the dragons could potentially hide, the caves, caverns and subterranean, old ruins, also the testimonies and the last traces of Ignar the Madman. And other dragons and legends."

Pharotek planted his cane in the middle of the room and scanned all the written documents in a few moments.

This power of high-level mentoring was billions of times faster than the most powerful computer of today.

To their great surprise, a holographic view of the archives, notes was projected and an automatic decoding was set up in front of them. Then an automatic sorting of the data and by order of color and richness of information was thus sorted.

Servants came and went to take advantage of the projection to sort books, parchments and writings to have a useful base of information.

Tania spent the rest of the day sorting the real from the fake for her investigation.

And clues finally pushed her in the right direction.

One of the rules in intelligence was to always be one step ahead of your competitors. And, soon, her patience and perspicacity would pay off: Cut off the runaways...

"Isolde," said Vaillant.

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"Don't tell me that you... with the dragon...??"

Isolde looked down...

"How could you? You were so pure..."

Isolde: "She's also a Christian.... at last in her own world. Our world comes from hers."

"There's something about her that I don't find in my friends...

She is also very sensitive and despite her dragon raptor physique, she still has her human heart... And... I watch over her,

She has a huge burden on her shoulders and I have to support her to avoid a catastrophe."

Valiantly put his hand on his face. "What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into???? Why are you doing this to me?"

"She also wants to help me find Alban who was kidnapped by the hydra..."

Valiant: "Besides, you're two girls... and what's next? When she won't need you anymore? what will you do? You'll go with her or you'll force this monster to stay here and after a mood swing you'll stop her from exterminating us???"

Isolde sighed...

Valiant: "Don't tell me that you... and she has already..."

Isolde: "We'd like to get married...."

He banged his fist on his secretary(furniture desk), sending the feather flying out of his inkwell.

"Damn..."

He calmed down a little....

"Do you really love her???"

Isolde: "Sorry, Sire...."

He tapped his shoulder. "If this creature is capable of love too, then we have a small chance to override the prophecy..."

Isolde: "It's not Tania that we should fear, but her blood mother... The infernal hydra"

Vaillant turned his head.

There's a mistake in what you're saying...

If she comes from our world before the cataclysm, she is from earth...

She pursues Tiamat the wicked one... finally what remains of it... which is of this world, of the earth, also of the cataclysm...

How can there be 2 Tiamat? It is impossible...

Isolde: "I don't understand myself...."

They returned to the throne room where Tania had finished with the wise men and was waiting for Isolde.

Valiant:" General, how is it that you are looking for a Tiamat when your blood comes from another Tiamat????

Basically how come there is a "hell" and a "wicked" in the same world????"

Tania: "My mother, the infernal comes from the 21st century earth but it actually comes from Eternia, a parallel world and another earth in the 21st century that didn't experience the cataclysm but triggered it, ravaging this world and creating this world.... I experienced the cataclysm from within. I was in the portal that exploded and pulverized everything in its path."

We've actually come to fix what we've done, finally, what we can do."

Vaillant had nothing to say... His wise men did not follow, did not follow anymore...

They were given rooms and Marise was also presented...

She leaned between Alban for the human and Georges for his dragon side....

Leaving now, would draw attention if there was a wanted notice against us and it did not take long to get it.

On the buildings and shops of the city, drawings of dragons were posted.

"If you have information about dragons, a strong reward

Any suspicious activity must be reported to the Sheriff.

Any person caught or found assisting fugitive dragons, directly or indirectly, is subject to serious punishment, as well as their loved ones".

Then the bartender turned to us and laughed, " You' re not dragons??? because I could make a small fortune...HAHAHAHA."

He served us 2 good Ales: "For the house..."

"So, what are you doing in the Midas Kingdom? I've never seen you..."

George appeared panicked for a moment...

Me : "I am a potter and I have developed new techniques... My brother and I are looking for craftsmen who could buy our know-how or develop a business. But to start alone is difficult. We have to start from scratch here."

Bartender : "Oh yes... and in the capital? Wasn't it good?"

Me: "The occupation of the Zergian family has severely impacted our business, with their advanced technology, we don't know how to do anything anymore, and on top of that they ransacked my workshop. I didn't insist. We don't know how long they're going to stay...".

Bartender: "And what did you find?"

"Bubble baths..., citrus press,,,, children's toys, candle jars, garlic rasp, and salt cooler... bain marie..."

"Ohoh... indeed, these are interesting products but there is magic for that..."

Me : "Yes, but magic is expensive and reserved for the elite... Do you have fresh beer?"

The barman bends his head... indicating that he doesn't...

"I can make you an icemaker to cool your beers..."

I then drew him a water bath with a salt silo and a wooden archimedean screw to bring up the brine, either with a crank or a small wind turbine to bring the salt up into a drying vat to recover it and make it fall back into the silo. A simple but efficient system of salt refrigerator by windmill.

Bartender: it's a marvel...

"Either I make it or I sell the plans to make it myself or with friends.

Everything is explained with the tools, and everything else that is necessary"...

Bartender: "Where did you learn all this?"

"It's a knowledge of several generations...and the dwarves helped us a lot..."

The bigger the lie, the better it was.

The more the lie was big, the better it was.

The cervoises were accumulating and we shared the costs, so as not to abuse his hospitality.

Georges: "Grandpa... You have bamboozled him... incredible.... it's true about the pottery... so?

Me: "No, when I was a kid, I had a pottery kit and some Lego...you have to be creative, right?"

Georges: "And what did you do in real life?"

- Balls of clay that waltzed on the ceiling...

SNORT.... Georges couldn't stop laughing....

We moved into the room but we magically locked our room and put a black sheet to have a corner of darkness.

The night passed without any problems but the Choppers were doing tricks with spotlights in the hope of catching fugitives or better, a dragon on the run...

Meanwhile, Tania and Isolde spent the night together and learned new positions and unknown pleasures from the dragon.

Isolde had a wave of pleasure so intense that she tore the night away with a scream to Tania's great satisfaction. Their emotional bond with each other grew tenfold.

Meanwhile, Marise cried alone in her room...lit only by a candle.