Death... and me

Chapter 3155: To The Next Spot

Let's not forget what Rean did when he sent Zymrug a Spiritual Sense Message back in that meeting... he sent a Spiritual Sense Message to all Salamanders there! Most of them, obviously, cursed Rean to no end. But... a few of them saw the results of what happened to Ambrisio and Gwart. That was basically a dream for them. So what if they had to offer a little bit of blood? Rean's special ability might be the key for them to win the Divine Werdlem Stone Contest in the future! To ascend to the Divine Realm!

The Salamander quickly descended, meeting with Rean and Kentucky. Roan had already gone somewhere else, far away from there. In case Rean was trapped somehow, he could enter the Dimensional Realm again and leave by Roan's side, just like last time.

Even though the salamander was seeing Rean, he still found it hard to believe. "Just... how did you manage to escape Zymrug's Dragon's Breath?" He was one of the Transition Realm Salamanders. He was only at the Initial Stage, but he was also thinking about the contest.

Rean, in his cat form, shook his head. "If I told you that, I would put myself at risk, don't you think?"

The salamander gave up questioning anymore. "That makes sense." Following that, he entered the main topic. "How much blood for the solution of my conflict?"

"Let me see your real form, then we can reach a deal based on that," Rean answered.

The salamander quickly changed, showing his tens of meters long body. He wasn't as big as Zymrug, but definitely not small.

'Roan, how much should I get from this guy?' Rean asked through their connection.

'With a body that big, you could take a hundred liters easily,' Roan answered straight away.

Sister Orb couldn't help but ask. [Will that be enough?] After all, the salamanders only had a thin trace of the Flood Dragon Bloodline.

'No,' Roan obviously didn't think it would. 'But this guy probably won't allow more than it since it will affect his strength. Above all, the others would notice it when he goes back. 100 liters should be the limit he can accept.'

'Don't worry,' Rean added confidently. 'This is just the first guy. More will come since I gave different meeting times and places to those who agreed with the exchange.'

"A hundred liters should suffice," Rean finally asked.

The Salamander obviously didn't like that Rean asked for that much. "Are you trying to play smart with me? Why would you need so much?"

Rean shrugged. "It is up to you to accept it or not. In any case, I can leave any time I want, and you saw back there that I can."

The Salamander gritted its teeth but nodded in the end. "Fine! But how will I know you won't set up any traps in my body?"

Rean waved his hand, seemingly not to care about it. "You won't. How can you believe anything I saw after you saw the contract being useless? You can only trust I won't do anything. I don't even know why you are asking that. You knew from the very start that it didn't matter what I said. You simply had no way to make sure I wouldn't do anything. Still, you accepted the risks and came here. Will you give up now?"

"No..." The guy simply couldn't do that.

*Prik*

He immediately used his claw, creating a deep wound on his enormous chest. Blood flowed down, which Rean easily sent into the Celestial Soul Dimensional Realm. The Salamander didn't give Rean a single drop more. As soon as it reached 100 liters, it stopped. "100 liters. Now, do your part."

Rean nodded happily. "Definitely. Don't block my Spiritual Sense, energy and elements. I will need to work on your entire body. There might be some pain, so just hold it."

The Salamander didn't care about the pain. It held itself straight, allowing Rean to work as he wished. As it was at the Transition Realm, Rean took quite a lot longer than he did with Ambrision and Gwart. Nonetheless, he managed to fix the conflict as well. "Same thing as Ambrision and Gwart. I'm not sure if this solution is permanent, but even if it isn't, it will last at least a few decades. Only time can tell."

"Do you know about the Divine Werdlem Stone Contest?" The Salamander asked.

"Obviously," Rean answered promptly.

"I want to have my conflict resolved for that contest, but it is still over 400 years in the future. If you fix worn out before that..." The Salamander didn't continue his words.

Rean pondered a bit. He truly wasn't lying about his fix. It could have been something permanent, or the body might self-correct itself in the future. He had never done such a thing for anyone else, after all. "What's your name?"

"Fogfer."

Rean continued. "Alright, Fogfer. We can settle for a hidden message between you and me.'

Rean and Forgfer then came up with a place in the Werdlem Network that Rean could check once in a while and that would never be taken down. As long as Fogfer left a specific message there, Rean would know. Following that, Rean took Fogfer's CD number and saved it. He obviously didn't give his own number, though. "I'll get in contact with you if I ever see your message. And... you don't know if I set any trap in your body. You better not try to use it to prepare a trap for me."

Fogfer's mouth twitched, but he truly didn't want to risk it. "I understand." Finally, he turned around and flew back to the Lava Pristine Salamanders' nest. If he stayed for too long, it might be too suspicious.

Seeing Fogfer leaving, Kentucky felt sad for him. "He obviously doesn't even know

something is going to happen in the contest."

Rean didn't care as much. "Well, neither do we. Anyway, we will be out of this place way

before that. We just need enough blood for Roan to refine the Dragon Blood. Now, let's go to the next spot. Our next client shouldn't take long to arrive there."