After her frolicking, Tania heard crying in the room a little further away. It was Marise who was grieving...

Isolde slept on the bed, and Tania rushed to see what was happening...

She entered and sat down next to Marise...

"What's going on?..." and she hugged Marise and took a handkerchief to wipe the tears from her mouth.

"Are you heartbroken? Are you jealous of Isolde?"

She nodded her head.

Tania: "It's true that at your age, you want to have fun and to be crazy... you feel alone...?"?

She nodded her head then exploded with tears in the feathers of the dragoraptor...

"Since I've been like this... I don't dare to look at young men anymore... I'm a monster and and and. Alban was not bad and they took him away from me... and also they took away Georges, whom I found particularly beautiful.... Whenever I want something, they take it away from me.... like my parents did, they took it away from me.... and you had also abandoned me..."

She sniffed in Tania's feathers...

"How unhappy I am... and you're having fun with Isolde...".

Tania: "I'm sorry... I didn't know you were so sad...".

Marise: "And the worst part... is that once we're done, we go back to our world with Mother Tiamat... and I'll never see them again....Sniff..."

Tania remained pensive....

If I hurt them, she will blame me... If I capture the evil Tiamat... she is linked to them...

In any case, we are in enemy camps...

And Alban....yes...

But who are these dragons really? Why do they want to do as we do???

They've had a war, but not on this scale, although... What really happened? We had the Japanese empire with the Russians... But what about them?

There's no trace of that war... as if it never happened...

We differ on many points... This world is really different from ours...

Marise: "Tania, you're still thinking about doing stupid things... I know you... What were you going to do now?"

Tania: "I thought we were on the wrong side... we are the bad guys... And once again I hurt you..."

Marise jumped on Tania's neck... "You see???? finally.... You manage to think from time to time... Not everything has to revolve around you... I find you at last...My dragon mom....

Tania shed a tear...

So... what should we do????Marise?

"Mommy, well, you have to put your toys away... Put away your Zergs for another time. Chess pieces like to sleep in their boxes sometimes..."

Why don't we go get them, on our hands and knees and fly the three of us? It's more discreet, more in our nature of assassins. And maybe they will let themselves be approached....

But Mother Tiamat wants to catch "Blanche"...

Marise: "But, do you have mud in your eyes???? It's out of our reach...It's up to Mother to deal with that..."

Tania: "But..."

Marise cut her... "You have pawns, many pawns but no mystical powers.

Yes, you have some magician spells, and then????? You can go from one dimension to another??? Do you have a tear of God? Yes, I know you can create a portal... but you don't have that power...

You know she might have the same power as mother. But don't underestimate those dragons. ....

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They created a storm without magical detection...and who knows???? And the Marc...I don't know about you, but I have a feeling he's much more powerful than mother..."

Then she started again, seeing Tania lost and desperate.

Mom, you have passed an important test: "We have reconciled as Mother Tiamat had asked...".

You captured a black dragon and you met a hydra composed of 5 dragons...

The goal was to save them, not to bring them back by force...And they don't need our help.

On the other hand, we must save Alban...

Tania: "I hope you're right...I'm so scared..."

And then, I can understand Ivan... his anger, and his rejection... I really screwed up the whole line."

Marise shook Tania's shoulder to cheer her up.

Marise: "I think he'll forgive you one day after the ordeal of being a mother...but I think he'll find it hard to forgive you for the rape of Argentrix, his wife. You touched what you shouldn't have and worse, you corrupted her! She suffered martyrdom because of you and it got in her way... even though you loved her and wanted to be their concubine, which you did... well, you're still lucky to be alive.... He is gentle by nature for a demon lord... any dragon would have killed you..."

Then she laughed... "You did a terrible thing for a golden dragon to try to slay you... to make a plan and all that..."

Tania: "Yes, but I turned him over like a pancake. I turned his strength against him...he didn't see it coming..."

Marise: "So, you see, you don't need an armada..."

"They made pastries and then we'll go into town and do our investigation..."

Tania: "And the mentats?"

Marise: "If it amuses them...at least they'll sort out the papers...hahahahahaha"

The two dragons thanked their host and went back on their feet, finally on a jeep, driven by a mentat and Marise at the front .

Isolde and Tania, together on the back seat.

"Shall we go to the library?"

Pharotek: "No need... I have everything in mind..."

Marise leaned over and said to Tania in a draconian way: "Do you think that with all the paper he swallowed, it won't turn into a torch????"

The dragon laughed.

Isolde gave instructions to the driver... and turned around: "We're going to the adventurers' guild... we'll certainly get some information...".

Tania: "Good idea..."

Meanwhile...

Georges: "Say, Grandpa..., don't you think it's dangerous to go to the guild?"

Marc: "Yes, you're right with the Zergs who are everywhere."

We already have enough information here and we will go back to the darkness."

George: "Wait, I have a better idea..."

We both went to the ragpickers, the second-hand clothing salesmen.

Everything was mended and many of them had patches and add-ons to hide a hole or a tear that couldn't be sewn back together.

Some were assemblages of cloth and leather pieces.

The wooden house had a plaque made by craftsmen attached to a merchants' guild, requiring an apprenticeship and protecting the trade from those who would do anything.

A violent smell of tannin and dye jumped out at us and we coughed.

The smell was atrocious and masked everything.

Georges was like invisible to the senses of the dragons, except for the sight.

I couldn't feel his power or his mana, let alone his smell... Argh it was pestilential.

He looked at me and smiled.

And a naughty old lady was at the counter, a toddler doing stupid things at her feet.

"Gilo... don't put that in your mouth... "

Then she yelled at her husband or her son, I wasn't interested in knowing because I wanted to get out as soon as possible.

I felt like I had put ammonia drops in my nostrils and Vicks on my tongue ...

Georges was crying with laughter when he saw my face... "It's okay, ???? he almost said Grandpa, but he was silent...".

A bald man, in his late fifties, arrived apologizing...

Excuse me, my mother was looking after the child... and I was in the back yard...

The old woman spat on the floor when she saw the baby chewing on a piece of cloth.

He began to cry...

"Here, when you chew goblin cloth, ...at least you won't do it again..."

The sight of the show made me want to vomit and Georges folded himself in two.

The salesman said: "Houla, Houla!!!! Are you all right, sir?"

I felt like roaring and biting!!!!!

Then Georges took up again by putting himself between me and the salesman "Houla...".

The salesman asked . "Sir?? you are sad????"

It was the reaction of too much...

George jumped through the open door and rolled on the floor holding his stomach.

MOUHAHAHAHA!!!!

ARF!!!!

Offended, I went out...

Then George looked at me: "Do you smell that you stink???? ARF ARF ARF...."

I put my nose on my clothes.

"Hey... this shit sticks to the clothes..."

"Houla" said the shopkeeper who went out, distraught...

Rising up and putting a hand between him and us, Georges said: "Sorry, but we are young adventurers..."

ARF. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA....

"Excuse me" HAHAHAHAHA?

I end up smiling, forgetting my vexations...

"My brother doesn't know the smell of the dye... and it was so funny to see his face"

- "Hulala..."

He folded in two.

"Please, sir, don't interrupt me or we'll never make it....ARF...."

We stayed in the open air and Georges bought us adventurer's mittens with stinking skins and impregnated with "goblin blood and tripe juice...".

"We go out to hunt goblins... and it's necessary to blend in among them for the missions."

"Houla... it is dangerous."

That was too much...

Then we went to the armory...

There were adventurers looking for special, magical, unbreakable swords, and the current trend was anti-dragon equipment.

Special armors with fireproof fur, the most expensive ones made of ceramic fiber.

Shields, each stronger than the other, but the prices had collapsed since the defeat of the dragon lord.

Many adventurers hunted orc and served as protection for nobles and merchant caravans.

Often about fifty soldiers and one or two knights or equivalent were enlisted for the mission.

But everyone was dreaming of dragon hunting... Might as well be on the quest for the grail.

There were some wild wyverns and pseudo dragons, often drakes, but they suffered from the present madness. It wasn't the gold rush but the dragon hunt rush...

We only asked for their position or information and it stupidly turned into a hunt.

In the minds of these idiots, they had to capture them alive and chain them up to be sold to the guild....

What carnage...

We were pulled out of our torpor... it was our turn...

"Huh?? What? What?"

"Gentlemen, what do you want? There's a big line behind you...."

Georges: "Ah, yes... we're hunting goblins..."

The whole crowd started laughing at us... Cowards looking for miserable goblins..."

The salesman smiled, but George: "We need short swords, storm oil lamps, rope.

Seller: "Indeed, you stink of goblin...".

The crowd laughed at us again.

George turned around: "We are beginners...".

One of them shouted: "Go back to mum....."

HA-HAHA

We did not react to the provocation and went in the direction of the guild.

The next one remarked, "Phew, they're gone, they stink..."

We didn't want to attract attention, especially not with these Zergs who were everywhere.