Alberto's gigantic head, covered with golden dragon scales, slowly lifted, his vertical pupils staring at the Red Iron Dragon.
He spoke in a deep voice: "Tell me, what price do I need to pay for this?"
Stubborn by nature, with a self-awareness so intense it was almost extreme, yet surprisingly, all his thoughts and emotions were written directly on that dragon face, without a trace of disguise or cunning.
In a way, dealing with such a dragon was actually simpler and more direct.
A gleam of understanding flashed in the eyes of the Red Iron Dragon, and his low voice echoed over the empty land: "Since you insist on demanding a clear price, then let's proceed according to the laws and rules of the Border Area."
He paused for a moment and then said: "According to the rules, the only appropriate conclusion for your acts of plunder is to wash away the sins with death."
At this point, his tone shifted.
