Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 741 - 418: Gift Exchange

The angel appeared extremely unwilling.

"I was born this way, can’t teach you anything."

"Oh, does a hybrid of an angel and a dragon have such perks?"

Hela exclaimed in surprise, then let out a melodious yet unwilling whine,

"Why am I not a hybrid? That way I wouldn’t have to worry about losing feathers."

"..."

Iliad had no idea how to console her, as this was beyond his understanding, something outside his knowledge.

"Can you give me one of your golden feathers? I promise to protect it with the highest grade alchemy matrix, preserving it for a lifetime."

Seeing Iliad still expressionless, Hela didn’t give up,

"If you think you’re losing out, I can trade with you. You give me your feather, I’ll give you the ones I shed; I’ll trade ten, no, a hundred for one of yours, how about that? Isn’t it great? Want to consider it? You’re making a big profit."

"I don’t have the habit of collecting."

Faced with the angel’s fierce onslaught, Iliad remained unmoved.

"You didn’t before, but you can start now."

"These are of no use to me."

As a pragmatist, Iliad expressed his view.

It wasn’t that he was stingy with a golden feather, but he didn’t know what use it had, neither his own nor this angel’s.

"Of no use? How could it be of no use?"

Hela was very dissatisfied with the answer given by the puppet in front of her,

"Do you want to feel my wings, they are much softer than yours."

"Okay."

Faced with the angel’s proactive invitation, Iliad agreed without hesitation, took a step forward, and reached out to touch Hela’s wings.

The seemingly enthusiastic and outgoing six-winged seraph suddenly fell into a stalemate because Iliad’s reaction was completely unexpected. She hadn’t thought that this puppet-like guy could be so bold as to actually dare to touch her.

"Indeed very soft, with a great texture."

Iliad didn’t notice the angel’s stiffness; even if he did, he wouldn’t detect anything unusual about her state because he had never seen or encountered it.

"Ah hahahaha, right? Didn’t I say mine are different? How is it? Want to trade with me?"

Hela burst into laughter, but this time, there was a bit of unease and lack of confidence in her laughter, as the situation had gone slightly beyond her expectations.

"I could, but I can’t think of what use it could be?"

Iliad was still hung up on the practical use of the feathers.

"What if I use your feather to kill a demon?"

Hela once again felt she was facing a puppet; his previous action was probably just random by a puppet, nothing worrisome.

"If it’s for battle, then the material is too soft and the size too small."

"I’m willing, but does that have anything to do with you?"

Seeing Iliad getting serious, Hela was truly amused to the point of laughter,

"As for my feathers, I will make you a feather cloak, that should be fine, right? If you still say it’s useless, then you can find the Forbidden Ruins yourself."

"That sounds practical, but isn’t using a hundred feathers for a cloak a bit too little?"

Iliad raised a new doubt.

"I would use a thousand or ten thousand, even if I have to pluck my wings bare, I would make it for you. I keep my word."

Unable to control herself, the angel said viciously.

"There’s no need for that, don’t you shed a lot of feathers? You can use those fallen ones."

"..."

...

"Terramus, have you been busy lately?"

"Why do you ask, Father? Not really, I just wiped out a Flame Sun Cult Army, so the situation here is temporarily stable."

"If you don’t have much to do, you might consider going to Heaven to visit your brother."

Noah suggested.

"Me? Go to Heaven?"

Terramus found it baffling, not understanding why,

"To visit my brother? Is something wrong with him? How can I help? Isn’t his mother in Heaven? If he can’t solve his problems himself, what use could I be?"

"It’s a matter of emotions, your brother is currently engaging with a very special angel. I think you have relatively more experience in this aspect, and since you’re brothers, you could give him some advice. I think he might listen to you."

Noah explained.

Regarding his eldest son’s situation in Heaven, Noah naturally was very attentive, having developed his forces to such a scale, he had some minor spies in Heaven.

In a place brimming with spirituality, fairies would naturally be born, and there happened to be a few Fairy Queens under his command. Although severely dragonified, they also possessed the corresponding fairy form.

"A very special angel? Is it male or female?"

Initially lazy and somewhat resistant, Terramus perked up immediately upon hearing this, eagerly inquiring.

"Of course, it’s a female angel. Male angel? Do you think that sounds appropriate?"

Noah snorted.

"Not impossible, though."

Terramus was indifferent to this, having witnessed many events that defy conventional morality in the underground world, he found it unimpressive, almost plain.

"Hmm?"

"Okay, Father, let’s talk about this female angel, what is unique about her?"

Seeing signs of his father’s anger, Terramus quickly complied.

"Her background is somewhat special, but exactly what it is remains unclear, I’ve arranged for an investigation. However, the most unique aspect is that she approached your brother proactively, and your brother isn’t sure how to respond. I hope you go to Heaven and provide him with some advice in this area, understand?"

"Got it, I’ll pack up and head to Heaven for a visit!"

At this point, Terramus had no trace of resistance, eager as if he were the one being pursued by an angel.

"Yes, contact your brother before you go, and directly find him if there are any issues."

"No problem."

Noah sent the best support for his eldest son, admitting that in this area, he was not as good as his younger son, no matter how confident he was. As the saying goes, the skilled have their strengths in their area of expertise, and professional matters should be handled by professionals. However, much to Noah’s resignation, Terramus returned just under five days after heading to Heaven, looking irritated.

"Didn’t I send you to help Iliad? How come you’re back so soon?"

"He doesn’t need me at all!"

Terramus’s face was filled with discomfort as if he had encountered something incredibly frustrating, unable to vent his pent-up anger.

"How so?"

Noah asked curiously, as it was now nearly impossible for him to receive firsthand information from Heaven because a certain seraph had blocked all his communications, refusing to listen to him speak.

"The two of them make me sick!"

Terramus clicked his tongue, then became verbose, complaining to Noah, "Do you know what gift Hela gave to my brother? A feather cloak woven from her feathers. And my brother wears it every day. From the time I visited to when I left, I didn’t see him take it off even once."

"Isn’t that nice?"

"Do you know what gift my brother gave in return?"

"Stop keeping me in suspense!"

Noah warned once.

"Like an idiot, my brother plucked sixteen feathers from himself and picked a bunch of dragon scales, hired a Dwarf God General to forge a set of throwing knives with these as the primary materials, along with Divine Materials, and gave it to my sister-in-law."

Terramus grumbled, though he had many dragon companions, they never gave him anything to express their sentiment. Of course, he didn’t mind and hadn’t given much either.