The Silver Dragon agreed easily, her voice still gentle as always despite being in dragon form.
Her massive body combined with her current disheveled appearance felt somewhat incongruous.
She turned her head to look at the humanoid ice sculpture not far away and sighed:
"What a pity for this gentleman, an ordinary human cannot possibly survive beneath dragon ice.
I originally just randomly picked a few people to serve as guards this time, to better lure the Evil Dragon, and didn't expect it ended up costing him his life.
It's all my fault! I will take his ice sculpture back and compensate his family."
"Leave the aftermath to me, Amir. No need for you to do all the heavy lifting," said Viss from the side.
"No! Let me handle it! After all, this gentleman died by my hand," the Silver Dragon shook her head.
"Viss! Don't argue! Amir dealt with that Evil Dragon, which was a wealthy dragon that had robbed many merchant caravans!
