It was impressive that Frank could kill that dragon instantly, but that was all there was to it.

There was strength in numbers, and once the punk returned with his friends, Frank was a dead man.

So instead of losing, he should flee there was no shame in running to fight another day.

Seeing that the villagers remained unconvinced, Frank snorted. "Go home. I'll deal with this myself!"

"Do whatever you like. Heaven knows we tried."

With a sigh of exasperation, the villagers all turned and left.

Since they could not get out on their own, Frank waved, levitating back to the surface.

Jouri walked up, pouting. "Why would you still play nice with them? Just use them as cannon fodder for later."

Frank chuckled. "It's called the measure of a king. The number of people you can tolerate is the number of people you'd rule.

"Sure, they run their mouths, but it's out of kindness too. Should I really take exception to some cheap words?"

Jouri nodded. "True. Thank goodness I major in science and not politics, or I'd be played like a fiddle."

smiled but said

try not to kill the punk and the friends he'd bring. I'd like

worry!" Frank chuckled. "So, there's nothing else to do anyway... why don't we keep going and see

"Sure!"

the narrow passage and eventually reached

paradise. Mountain flowers bloomed and the grass was a happy green. With the birds singing under the bright blue sky, it was a healing sight, to

"Look!"

canaries at all as she pointed

resembled the one he saw in

closer look, he

story: a

descended upon the mortal realm. After he died, his remains were left

of the people

just check it out

the body was placed, Jouri and Frank followed the markers and

wide and the

a light ahead, where a stone sculpture

went up and

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