Mystical Journey

Initially, he did not plan on adding to this as increasing muscle masses to their optimum was his goal. However, after joining the youth class, to participate in the Dragon Alliance Treaty and hunt at the battlefield, the lowest condition was a Level Three Draconic Aura.

Garen wasn’t interested in the Draconic Aura. He only went to Level Two in a matter of a year. He used these two potential points to increase it to Level Three in order to reach the minimum requirements.

The White Dragons gathered around the stone platform that resembled a sundial that they had performed a divine assessment at Elder’s Peak.

More than fifty young dragons quietly observed the white elder dragon holding a staff in the middle, listening to his speech. (TN: Raw dictates elder dragon as ‘it’ but previously mentioned the gender as male)

“The Deladia Empire did not reach an agreement with just us.

“There’s the black dragons, red dragons, green dragons and the most powerful wizardry dragon, the purple dragons, that signed the war agreement. Once you as pledged summoning targets are summoned, you must remember not to cause any conflict with other dragon clans. Exercise self-control as there’s no clan to protect you on the outside. Once you stir up trouble, no one will save you. Only you can save yourself or perhaps your wizard companions. To the other respective clans, we, the White Dragon Clan’s vitality is not as black dragon nor red dragon, our venom couldn’t be compared to those of the green dragons, our wizardry couldn’t match the purple dragons, but we have our advantages. The Frost Dragon Breath isn’t much here, but it is a huge threat to other races and species, so pay attention to this and be careful not to spew the dragon breath just anywhere.”

“Basically, don’t spit at random places,” a White Dragon whispered beside Garen. He was Reyman (TN: Author referred Reyman as ‘It’ here). This fellow was spiteful of Garen joining the youth class, so he acquired special privileges to enter himself.

“I hope my companion is a Great Wizard,” One female dragon muttered at the side. It was Mehsa, Leona’s older sister. Because of Leona, she became close to Garen. In the beginning, she took extra care of Garen, but now the relationship between them was mutual.

“Ditto,” Reyman whispered.

Garen wasn’t bothered by it. He had now increased 21 points evenly on three attributes in just a little over a year. An average of twenty points was brought about by the increase of attribute points. This was an abnormally terrifying average increase within one year compared to the natural growth of this White Dragon body.

In other words, if he had not had the increase in attribute points, this White Dragon physique could not slowly grow strong with a slight average each year. It would be impossible to join the youth class or compare to these young dragons.

Now, Garen’s main three attributes had reached a horrifying 46 points. His entire body seemed smaller than an average young dragon, but no one could tell that the power hidden in his body surpassed that of an adult White Dragon.

Having his strength at 47 points was above the average of the adult White Dragons. If it weren’t for Garen being wary of causing a scene and keeping it concealed, he would have reigned over the youth class.

If time allowed, he could achieve the power limit of the soul. His limit wasn’t referring to the restriction of the White Dragons here. Instead, it referred to the attribute limit accumulated from reincarnating over and over.

“When will the summoning begin?” Garen did not ask about anything else but this.

“I don’t know. Now we are sending out the token positioning. Once the wizards begin to summon, they will automatically communicate via consciousness to reach a deal before opening the teleportation portal,” Mehsa explained, “the profit of the teleportation is out of the wizard’s pocket. Although it seems to be our pay, after subtracting the materials to open the teleportation portal here, whatever left that’s ours isn’t much.”

“Another thing, this is also our only best bet of obtaining other resources. The nearby hunting activity does not provide a hunting ground for us young dragons to set out,” Mehsa added on. “I heard that we will be battling it out with those from the Black Streak Empire. I wonder who will be our enemies?”

“There seems to be all kind of living beings, mainly the Demon Warlocks and various other demons.”

A few of the young dragons were murmuring softly beside.

Garen had on an indifferent face as he stood amongst the group of dragons. He was full of brawn but wasn’t outstanding in stature. The young dragons around him dared not come close to him. Only a few familiar dragons stood at close range.

The elder dragon in the middle raised his staff and chanted out loud. He then scattered some powdery substance. The glittery substance fluttered into the hands of all the White Dragons, becoming a frozen flower.

“Bring this back with you. These are the coordinates. There will be the first summoning tonight, you can take whatever item from the summoning wizard as fixed coordinates of a summoning portal. You won’t be needing this item then,” The elder dragon raised his voice.

“As for the gain of your compensation, it would depend on yourself. Seize the opportunity well.”

The elder dragon then cast a teleportation spell and opened up a glowing portal. He walked into it and disappeared in an instant.

The white glowing portal swiftly diminished into dimness.

The surrounding White Dragons then dispersed. Each of them carried a frozen flower with them. Some of them were discussing in low voices, some of them wrestling about without a care in the world. It seemed that the attitude of the White Dragons was different toward this battle.

Garen, together with Mehsa and Reyman, flew toward their new residence.

The location that was once a cave was completely abandoned. Garen depended on special privileges to reside in a cave of a peak nearby the training site.

Bringing along Safour and the rest in, the clan has started starting to secure the source of their meals.

They flew in the direction they came from.

Mehsa was chattering casually about the latest gossip while Reyman was analyzing the frozen flower in his claws. The three dragons were flying side-by-side.

Beneath them was the starry glow of lamps in the night. Within the thick forest were the many soldiers of the Deladia Empire. They were holding a torch or carrying a spear walking around a tower.

“These matters will be accompanied by the Deladia Empire’s Level Five Great Knights. The territory near this place is divided into five Great Knights, all of whom are Level Five,” Mehsa was well-informed. “Of course, to us dragons, Level Five is nothing.

“We’ll at the peak of level six once we’re grownups.”

“But, to be adults we need at least another few decades,” Reyman suddenly added.

“That’s why many humans just can’t wait. They are a species with a short lifespan. Life’s too short that they hope that they’re able to summon adult dragons to be their pledged partners. We are only secondary.” Mehsa laughed at herself.

Garen did not speak, instead, he lowered his head to look at the soldiers in the forest. These soldiers looked like the whites of Earth from afar. Their skins were pale, with tall and sturdy builds. One look was enough to tell that they lacked sunlight. The armor on their bodies was mostly large silver pieces of chest plates. It seemed that these soldiers were carefully selected to be able to be stationed here.

Suddenly, he felt something buzzing in his head. The frozen flower in his claw was emitting a man’s voice.

“I, Kevin Madgerski Raydra, once again call upon our alliances outside the summoning portal in the space-time borders to face battle together on account of this reward.”

A short Draconic language incantation was shouted out in chant.

Garen felt bees buzzing about in his head. This was his first summon, and quickly the summoning rewards were listed out one by one. Each of them was explained about their functions and values, all of which was introduced by this person named Kevin.

“It’s starting! It’s starting! My summoner is talking to me.” Mehsa suddenly stopped her nonsense and cried out loud.

“Me too.” Reyman nodded. He took a glance at Garen. This White Dragon that he made a resolution to defeat had his eyes closed all the same. It seemed he has too, received a summoning.

“I received over ten,” Reyman whispered.

Garen popped open his eyes and gazed at him in amazement. He then continued to tidy up the various voices in his head.

It wasn’t just Kevin. A pile of different voices was jumbled in his head. Different summoners were reciting Draconic language in different accents.

Large amounts of material rewards were displayed.

This summoning was basically a seller-seller selection process.

The White Dragons were selecting a buyer and spoils that came with it, while the summoners were selecting base on the dragon’s strength.

The crucial point was that the reward of the first summoning was only the most basic compensation. If they were fronted with a strong enemy in later days, then they must increase from this basic compensation.

Garen was now selecting his summoner. He could see the amount of the summoner’s material rewards. At the same time, the other party would be able to observe his appearance.

Just as he had expected, the tens of buzzing voices that were echoing in his head at first slowly reduced to only five to six after the exchange of image projectors. A few master summoners with rich rewards had obviously given up.

The remaining five to six voices consisted of two humans and three dark elves. Garen did not know how the dark elves made their way into the Deladia Empire. These beings that lived underground and loved spiders were not very welcome, but it wasn’t something he needed to consider now.

He should be making a decision now.

“So many humans. Over ten of them. Not bad.” Mehsa started to stir. “And fifty over dark elves!”

“Me too, with over twenty humans and three dark elves. But never mind these dark things, they’re way too ugly!” Reyman muttered.

Level Five Draconic Aura really commanded the market…

Garen sighed. He was a little regretful not upgrading his Draconic Aura to high levels. He didn’t think that the selection process in the summoning would be executed this way. The others wouldn’t be able to see his ability and could only pass judgment base on appearance and Draconic Aura.

His current Draconic Aura was only increased to Level Three after a year. It was considered quite high amongst dragon whelps. Yet, within a group of young dragons, it was nothing much as they were more at level four, five and even six.

“Heed my call and Reederdarisha’s call, oh great dragon race…”

“Oh warrior from the sky who overlook and look upon everything, your flesh and blood will be with me, I will forever battle…”

“…The Large Axe Tribe will be your most faithful and dependable companion! Come, all my cash in here!”

Among these few summoners, only three materials were sizeable. Of course, this was in comparison with other summoners. The first was a dark elf named Zoel. Who would have thought this dark race was rich as although she took out peculiar items, the majority of them were rare shiny Crystal Cores.

Garen chose her without any second thought.

However…

When he pushed his awareness over for an exchange, that Zoel carefully sized him up before revealing a face of disappointment.

“Damn! It’s a dragon whelp! Deenisha! Deenisha! Get over here!…” The voice traveled far and the communication was cut off. It was obvious the summoner was not satisfied with Garen.

Indeed, no matter how much of a genius Garen was, they were going up to a war. The wizards required immediate combat effectiveness and not future potential. A dragon’s potential served no purpose to them as that would only prove at least a few decades away.