A few coughs came from deep within the alley, like drumbeats accompanying the sound of a horn. Those homeless people who were fortunate enough not to freeze to death in last night's heavy snow staggered like zombies, leaving the first row of footprints in the city today. They knew that today the Holy Temple would surely give special treatment to these poor souls, and they might also have a chance to receive an extra portion of food for their deceased family members and companions.

Kuboert knelt on the ground, silently praying toward the east where the sun rises, and then instructed the soldiers outside to give his breakfast to the first poor person they met. Although he still had quite a few coins, there was no food to be bought on the market. Sometimes he wished he could be like those bandits, breaking into the warehouses of wealthy merchants to save more of the poor.

But he was a priest; he would rather choose to torment himself than break the law and disrupt the order here. A breakfast is hardly enough to save a life, yet he still did it.

"Or maybe I just want to ease my own conscience." Kuboert gazed out the window, thoughts like these occasionally surfacing in his mind. "I'm just a hypocritical and cowardly person, using such actions to comfort myself as an excuse." Deep guilt and remorse frequently visited this priest these days.

However, he still had to change into his luxuriously intricate ceremonial attire, first attending the prayer ceremony that lasted half the day, and then participating in the warming-up celebration in the afternoon. Only in this way might he have a chance to meet the archbishop, to make his request, and to fight for some truly helpful benefits for the warriors on the front lines.

So, while Zilvra was summoning the Black Dragon in the sewers on the other side of the city, Kuboert was praying in the temple, watching the bright Holy Water sprinkle down from the altar fountain, not being bottled and sent to the hands of the wounded.

Zilvra hadn't encountered any danger to use the Prisoner Dragon Ring; she was just very curious about the power of this ring. Just in case of danger, she also needed to know what capabilities the item in her hand possessed. Besides, after meeting Lynch, Felps quickly found where Zilvra had settled. After hearing about such a magic item, he was also eager to see it for himself.

But the Black Dragon had no such mood. The first thing he did after being released was to angrily glare at the two people in front of him. The low space in the sewer and the foul smell made him even more irritable, with green acidic gas continuously spewing from his nostrils, fully demonstrating his state of mind.

"A woman and a child!" The Black Dragon squinted his eyes, emitting a ferocious glow. He slammed a paw against the brick wall beside him, forcibly creating a large hole a meter in diameter. "Do you two crawlers think you can command me?"

However, Zilvra and Felps showed no sign of fear, instead appearing somewhat surprised. They hadn't expected this Black Dragon to have a body length of over a hundred meters, requiring a Shrink Spell to fit into this sewer. Judging by its age, the Black Dragon had long surpassed the Ancient Dragon level, at least reaching the status of an Ancient Dragon.

"I didn't expect it to be so powerful!" Felps jumped with excitement as if the ring belonged to him. "I've never really seen such a dragon before! Next time, let Lynch catch me one too!"

From the beginning, Zilvra observed the dragon's behavior, including its initial confusion and cautiousness in observing its surroundings, as well as its relief once it didn't see Lynch and noticed the Prisoner Dragon Ring's wearer. So when the dragon put on a fierce facade, Zilvra felt not the slightest surprise or fear. Even in the worst-case scenario, Lynch wouldn't have given her a dangerous magic item to use, especially not this Protective Ring for life preservation.

Moreover, Zilvra was very displeased with the Black Dragon referring to her as a crawler. Never before had this term been used on her but always by her for others. The female Drow glared at the Black Dragon, loudly declaring, "You winged crocodile, tell us what powers you have besides baby teeth and claws!"

The Black Dragon suddenly lifted his head, a motion he often did when angry, with his high, towering forehead showcasing his might and strength. However, aside from creating a dent in the sewer ceiling, causing large and small chunks of stone to plummet with a splash, this action only resulted in the halfling's burst of laughter.

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