Spending My Retirement In A Game Chapter 621 The Dragon of Life's Children

Eisen stared at the Dragon of Life in front of him with a complex expression while he waved away the notifications about his new skill and the fact that he finished the quest that Lirgtur gave him. He was simply feeling a bit weird about this whole thing. Because in one way or another, Eisen understood the actions of the man that chose to slay Lirgtur. After all, if it meant that he could have saved his wife, he may have done something similar.

h.e.l.l, as far as he could tell, the old Eisen could have done far worse for far less. There was no reason to believe that this wasn't the case, after all. The old man looked at Lirgtur and waited for some sort of response from her.

And somehow, it seemed like this Dragoness was rather happy with this knowledge, although Eisen didn't expect that to be the case. He had just told her that someone killed her out of technically selfish reasons, but she simply seemed glad. That was not the reaction he had thought she would have.

"It seems you are confused." Lirgtur said, or rather 'thought' to Eisen through this weird telepathic ability, "There is little that would make me accept death so easily, but one of the things that does is if my death could save another's life." She explained bluntly to Eisen, and the old man looked back at her with a slow nod.

"I understand that sentiment, but aren't you still mad somehow? After all, without you... your eggs, your children must have died as well." He pointed out, but Lirgtur simply replied with... a laugh.

"Oh, of course not. After that man took part of me with him, my body was still there. The raw energy of life that I gave off must have been enough to protect my children until they were born." She explained.

Eisen slightly frowned, since something didn't seem to be properly matching up right here, "But didn't you say that you were the last Dragon of Life?"

"I have. And that is not a lie. My children were no Dragons of Life. At the time when I conceived them, I had already been the last of my kind. As such, my mate was not a Dragon of Life either." She explained, and Eisen slowly raised his brows in surprise, "Really? Then they really survived, but just became a different sort of Dragon? What kind of Dragon was their other parent?"

With a slight chuckle that echoed around Eisen, Lirgtur slowly turned her head to look at the most central part of the giant town that was built near here, the enormous crystal tower that could be seen standing there, "That is a good question indeed. What sort of Dragon is he, I wonder?" She laughed, and Eisen turned his head over toward the tower before realizing what she was saying. And now, the old man laughed similarly, "Ah, I got it. You're a good liar, you know? I really thought you just called me here because I was a living craftsman." The old man smirked, but the Dragoness simply stretched out a bit and then rolled herself up for a nap.

"Well, it was not a complete lie. The fact that you're the grandfather to my children was just a good bonus, you see?"

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Eisen was making his way toward the giant crystal tower in the center of the town while he rubbed his fingers over this weird scale he received from the Dragon of Life just now. It seemed so different to any other scale that the old man received so far.

That might just be because he received the scale from a soul instead of a living being, but it could also be because it was the scale of a completely different sort of dragon. Until now, Eisen had really only encountered two sorts of dragons, chromatic and metallic ones. He wasn't really aware that there were others outside of that range. He never really heard much of other kinds, after all.

Eisen was probably vaguely aware of it in the back of his mind at some point, but especially after travelling to Trygan's island, the fact that there were only those two 'groups' of Dragons became ingrained in his mind. After all, whenever he met a sort of Dragon there, it was either a metallic or a chromatic one, without exception. Even the mock-dragons were usually following that theme to a extent. He had never seen a Dragon with that sort of 'concept' connected to it.

Eisen somehow wanted to make some kind of item with this scale, although it seemed wasteful to do. Just displaying it somewhere at some point in time should be enough. He didn't even know what he was supposed to do with the scales from all those other dragons, so it might be a fatal mistake if he just tried to forge this into some random item just for the heck of it.

If it turned out that he didn't need it for anything 'important', then he could still make the choice to turn it into something more directly useful.

Either way, Eisen also received the location of the place that the Dragon of Life died at, and apparently its bones were still there even this long after it happened. He could just make something using those bones if he wanted to. It might sound a bit grim to say that, but considering that Lirgtur allowed him to, Eisen didn't really worry about that.

Lirgtur seemingly just didn't want the parts of her body to go to waste, and as long as the bones weren't used for anything that was meant to kill, she was more than just happy to see them be used for some sort of item.

The old man definitely understood that sentiment. Either way, Lirgtur's bones would probably turn out to be amazing for things that could boost someone's HP or its recovery speed, so he wanted to just try a few things out if he could. Lirgtur seemed to be decently large, so the bones should have a good ma.s.s to them.

And on top of these two things, Eisen also received the necklace that had Zain's symbol on it. Eisen wasn't entirely sure what he was supposed to do with it, but he was sure that it was going to end up helpful. But it just made Eisen wonder more and more just how exactly these sorts of items could be taken to the mortal realm again.

Eisen hadn���t heard of random things just disappearing whenever someone died, so the item that a soul took to heaven with them must be something like a 'copy'. But two instances of the exact same thing existing, albeit in different states of decay, just seemed a bit too weird to Eisen.

Either way, that wasn't what was on Eisen's mind the most right now. It took up a large part of his thoughts while he was flying and had nothing else to do but just think, but for the most part, Eisen was just thinking about meeting Trygan. After all, he managed to complete the quest for Trygan's Acknowledgement, and then received a notification telling him to go meet the G.o.d in Question to properly be acknowledged by them.

Hopefully Eisen would be able to get a little bit more information from Trygan about everything that was going on right now, since there were still a lot of things that he was unsure about that Trygan seemingly knew a lot about. And information like that would surely end up being quite useful to the old man.

But somehow, the giant tower in the distance just didn't seem to be coming closer. Of course, Eisen was definitely approaching it, but it seemed like Eisen kind of underrestimated its height, so it took a few minutes longer than he thought. And only about a minute before Eisen would reach the tower, the Angel Ambriel that was following him caught up to him and was now flying next to him, seemingly wanting to ask a question.

"Were you aware of that Dragon's connection to Lord Trygan?" Ambriel asked, but Eisen immediately shook his head, "I didn't have the slightest clue."

"Then why did you follow her? Just because you had nothing else to do?" The Angel questioned, since they seemingly would have made another choice.

"Basically, actually. I had nothing else to do and she caught my eye, so I followed her. We're in heaven of a G.o.d of Law and Truth, there's no way there would be someone here trying to play a trick on me." The old man pointed out bluntly, and Ambriel slowly nodded their head, now seemingly understanding the old man's thoughts a bit better.

"But do you truly believe that the Dragoness was telling the truth? It is hard to imagine a deity like Lord Trygan mingling with... the living." Ambriel pointed out with a slightly disgusted expression, and s.h.i.+vers ran down Eisen's back.

"What are you even talking about? You realize that there's practically no G.o.d that didn't have children with 'the living' at one point or another, right? Also, you're talking to a living person, so watch it." The old man pointed out, and all of a sudden, Ambriel's demeanor changed.

Their extremely calm, friendly expression changed to one of anger and disgust, "I think you are the one that should 'watch it'! It is blaspehmous to think that these greatest divine beings would ever mingle with lesser, lowly beings like you! The only reason I am making an exception for you in this case is because you at some point in time managed to reach the heights of the G.o.ds!"

"Ambriel." The old man started quietly, his voice and expression calm and collected, but his eyes burning with surreal fury directed at the Angel in question, "Be quiet before I pluck out every single one of your wings' feathers one by one. Don't say a single word for the rest of the duration that I'm here in the heavens, or I'll show you that not even angels like you have true immortality."

It seemed like for now, Ambriel understood what Eisen told them and just stayed silent, although they still weren't particularly happy with what Eisen was saying. The old man just continued flying, and soon landed on a specific spot on the crystal tower that he had been trying to reach. It seemed like there was enough s.p.a.ce for Eisen's full height here, so he quickly increased his size and stepped through the halls of this giant tower made for the Crystal Dragon King.

Eisen approached a giant double-door that was guarded by Trygan's angels, who looked a lot like a mixture between half-dragons and regular angels, with feathers covering their whole bodies instead of scales, as if they were somewhat bird-like.

The old man pushed his hands onto the double door and started to push, with a bright light s.h.i.+ning through from beyond the thin slit.