Realm of Myths and Legends Chapter 1297: Representative of the Golden Dragon Association, An Old Promise

The middle-aged man’s presence announced his role as the old man’s protector.

The old man, appearing frail and nearing his end, possessed long, thin white hair and a matching beard. His eyes, almost entirely closed, made their color indistinguishable. A noticeable hunch curved his back, his balance maintained by an ornate, carved wooden cane.

He wore simple black and white robes. Despite representing an esteemed organization like the Golden Dragon Association, his appearance was remarkably modest.

In contrast, the middle-aged man accompanying him was a towering figure, nearly two meters tall, with a rugged demeanor. His short, spiky black hair faded into a light stubble on his chin. Golden eyes pierced from his face, and he was clad in an exquisite black and gold martial robe that left his upper chest exposed, showcasing a scarred, battle-hardened physique.

As the old man entered, Izroth perceived a subtle alteration in Vexpela’s general disposition. Though executed with utmost discretion, Izroth observed that the old man’s initial gaze in the room settled upon Vexpela.

Concurrently, the middle-aged man’s eyes met Hyrell’s before he quickly shifted his gaze and moved a step closer to the old man. This simple movement conveyed a protective positioning towards Hyrell, a testament to the life-or-death stakes that even a single step could represent when dealing with those of the legendary realm.

"I was rather surprised to discover that the owner of the Transforming Rebirth’s Embrace is none other than the enigmatic Supreme Elder of the Fourth Pavilion. It appears the Fourth Pavilion and its head have skillfully concealed their influence from the Golden Dragon Association's scrutiny," the old man remarked, his words punctuated by a series of harsh coughs.

The middle-aged man extended his hand, palm down towards the floor. Instantly, a cushioned seat materialized before him. He meticulously adjusted the cushions before assisting the old man in seating himself.

"Master, you should not exert yourself in your current condition. Merely attending this auction has placed a significant burden on your body. Please be mindful of your health if you aspire to a long life," the middle-aged man expressed, his gaze filled with concern.

"Hohoho, you should reserve such worries for when I cease to move altogether, Sir Balthaazar. Confining oneself to the main house all day is hardly a way to live. Furthermore, in the realm of business, nothing signifies sincerity more than a face-to-face meeting. Although, that sentiment takes a backseat to the pursuit of profit. Hohoho-" the old man chuckled, only to be interrupted by another bout of coughing.

Once the old man’s coughing subsided, he slowly formed his hand into a fist.

"My health has been in decline for a considerable period, and thus, I offer my apologies for any deviation from established courtesies," the old man stated, a slight rasp in his voice.

He continued, "Given our limited time, allow me to offer a brief introduction. I am Dagraen Reil, the representative of the Golden Dragon Association. The gentleman beside me is Sir Balthaazar."

"You may refer to me as Sagarus. I hold the title of Supreme Elder of the Fourth Pavilion. This is Formation Master Head Hyrell. And, I am certain you are already acquainted with Vexpela, the Head of the Fourth Pavilion," Izroth introduced.

"Supreme Elder Sagarus and Formation Master Head Hyrell—it is an honor to meet the two individuals who have captured the attention of all influential factions in Danaharpe at this auction," Dagraen commented.

He then added, "Enough pleasantries, I presume. Shall we proceed to the core of our business?"

Upon mentioning business, Dagraen's demeanor underwent a transformation. The air of a frail old man struggling to stand dissipated, replaced by the aura of a seasoned businessman who had witnessed the vast spectrum of worldly experiences.

"Before we commence, may I pose a single question to you, Head of the Fourth Pavilion, Vexpela?" Dagraen inquired, directing his focus toward her.

Vexpela’s eyebrows arched in surprise. However, before responding, she glanced at Izroth. As this meeting was one he had sanctioned, Vexpela resolved to honor his implicit approval.

Izroth offered a slight nod in affirmation.

"If it is a question within my capacity to answer, then I shall provide a response," Vexpela replied with composure.

Dagraen paused for a few moments before posing his question: "With your unique gift, what is it that you perceive in the Supreme Elder?"

"I see a future beyond my wildest imagination, an era where the Golden Dragon Association achieves unprecedented glory, soaring higher than even the current patriarch has ever dreamed. A path unfolds, leading beyond the most formidable mountain peaks. That is the vision I perceive." Vexpela declared with unwavering certainty.

"Beyond the highest mountains... I understand. Excellent... yes, that is truly good, then..." Dagraen murmured, his demeanor visibly softening as the tension in the air dissipated.

Following a brief, contemplative silence, Dagraen was the first to speak, his voice tinged with respect. "Your mother was an extraordinarily brilliant woman, perhaps one of the most astute individuals I have encountered in my 131 years of existence. The day the world lost her was a profound tragedy, a true shame."

Directing his gaze towards Izroth, Dagraen continued, "My time in this world draws to a close. While my influence may not possess the same potency as it did in my prime, my name still commands a certain degree of respect. Therefore, I wish to attach a condition to the conferral of Dragon-Level VIP status upon you. This young lady—I implore you to ensure her protection."

"Grandpa Dagraen, you..." Vexpela began, her voice trembling slightly as she clenched her fists with all her might.

"I apologize, my child. I should have done more for you. Had it not been for the vow I made to your mother on that fateful day..." Dagraen released a long, heavy sigh.

"My mother?" Vexpela inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"As I mentioned, your mother was a woman of exceptional intellect. She possessed the foresight to perceive the twists and turns of destiny. Nevertheless, merely knowing the future and possessing the power to alter one's predetermined fate are disparate concepts. On that day, I pledged to your mother that I would watch over you from the shadows, not to interfere directly in your life, but simply to guarantee that no malicious forces would ever pose a threat to your existence. For 28 years, I have honored this promise without fail," Dagraen confessed, a note of regret lacing his words.