Chapter 62 toba ragznakiririi babyywhw

The sea wind blew strongly that morning. The smell of salt and wet fish filled the harbor air. Waves crashed against the white stone pier walls. Hundreds of armored soldiers lined up neatly forming a sterile path from the edge of the harbor to the city gates. The busy atmosphere at the harbor and the majestic shape of the merchant ship stood out prominently.

A woman in dull cloth clothing carried a bamboo basket filled with fruit on her shoulder. She stopped her steps on the side of the road and blended in with the crowd of civilians. She lowered her head.

"Sorry. Excuse me," the woman said.

Some faint chatter from the dragon citizens could be heard nearby.

"The Prince has returned," one of the old dragons said.

"Rumor has it they are from the human kingdom."

"Huh? Impossible!"

"For what!"

"Hey your voice is too loud!"

A massive black wooden ship docked at the pier. The sound of iron chains scraping loudly was heard as the giant anchor dropped into the water. A wooden boarding ramp was lowered from the side of the ship's hull. The end of the ramp hit the stone pier with a loud crashing sound.

At the end of the pier, a man with messy blonde hair stood with a cheerful face. He wore a black cloak. His pair of golden eyes looked toward the ship with a smile. That man was Toba Ragnazikir.

The sound of footsteps could be heard descending the wooden ramp. Prince Villavia walked down slowly. He wore a neat noble cloak. Behind him dozens of dragon soldiers followed with uniform steps. Beside Villavia, a pink haired dragon woman named Sarsher stared in disgust at Toba.

"Villavia!" Toba ran to welcome him and immediately hugged Villavia's body. "You are cool you are cool. Haha."

Toba looked at Villavia's face then pinched both of his son's cheeks. "How was it how was it did it go smoothly?"

He then turned to the pink haired dragon woman.

"Sarsher!" Toba spread both of his arms planning to hug Sarsher.

Sarsher quickly spun her body and kicked Toba's stomach using a back spinning kick technique.

**Thud.**

"Ugh." Toba jolted and took one step back. "What kind of move was that Sarsher. Where did you learn that," Toba said with a hoarse voice.

"You kicked your king. You kicked your king!"

Villavia looked toward the troops at the pier. His eyes swept the row of dragon citizens watching them from the roadside. Villavia then bowed his head slightly toward the citizens.

The Husa Clan spy immediately looked down turning her face away avoiding Villavia's gaze.

Toba stood upright again. He stretched his neck bones. His expression turned serious. "Where."

"Not here. But already in this kingdom," Villavia answered calmly.

Toba nodded. He looked at Sarsher. "They taught you that kick too. Huh."

"Not them," Sarsher answered flatly.

"HIM"

"Oh." Toba nodded satisfied. He looked back at Villavia with a hopeful face. "Did Tominus ask how I was? Did he ask about me like how is the king doing? Hmm or why did the king not come?!"

Villavia turned to Sarsher.

"Eh? Did he?" Sarsher asked with an innocent face.

Villavia chuckled. He then walked past Toba. "Let us return to the palace immediately father."

On the side of the road, the Husa Clan spy woman kept waiting until all the soldiers came out of the ship. She scanned every face. The result was empty. She did not see a single human step down to the pier.

"No humans," the woman thought to herself.

The woman smiled satisfied. She turned around and began to walk planning to report the finding to her headquarters.

**Pop.**

**Splat.**

Both of the woman's eyeballs burst simultaneously. Blood fluid and eye tissue sprayed out soaking her face. The woman raised both her hands touching her now empty eye sockets. She opened her mouth getting ready to scream in pain.

Right as her mouth opened, her throat burst from the inside. Fresh blood sprayed heavily from her neck. Her screaming voice disappeared.

**Ssh.**

The woman's eardrums shattered. She could not hear any sound. Total silence struck her head.

**Boom.**

**Rip.**

Two seconds later, the woman's entire body exploded. Her bones, internal organs, and flesh shattered bursting into the air. Splatters of thick red blood and chunks of meat fell showering the stone surface of the street and her fruit basket. There were no intact body remains left where she stood.