Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon's Might-Chapter 461 - 453: Dad, Help

After great effort to build such a large sandcastle, it was all destroyed by an idiot. Sharon didn’t have the patience to build another one, so she decided to dig a hole instead.

She remembered her aunt often saying that when her dad was young, he loved digging holes and even dug out a vast network of tunnels. She just didn’t understand why he preferred living in a small room in human form now.

Without hesitation, Sharon started digging energetically, paying no mind to the fact that she had just killed a noble, heavily injured a guard, and caused a huge commotion. At this moment, a large group of guards was advancing menacingly towards the beach.

"Monster! Come out!"

"Surround this place! Don’t let it escape!"

"Come out, you can’t escape."

Sharon was quite pleased with her progress in digging and had caught many mole crickets, which she thought she could grill and eat. Suddenly she heard shouting and the sound of a fight outside the hole. She crawled out backward to find herself surrounded by a group of guards.

What emerged from the hole was not a terrifying monster, but a cute little girl in a pretty dress, leaving the surrounding guards somewhat baffled.

The cute little girl looked about five years old, with big innocent purple eyes and a fair face that seemed as delicate as porcelain. Her arms, looking like lotus roots, were covered in sand, evoking a sense of closeness from anyone who saw her. She seemed just like a noble’s daughter playing in the sand, and certainly not like a murderer who had killed two people.

"Are you here to catch me?" Sharon asked, lowering her head and fiddling with her hair, brushing off the sand, and then patting her dress.

The captain leading the guards noticed not only sand on the little girl’s pink cheeks but also bloodstains. He pointed to the two bodies nearby, one large and one small—the guard, who was already a bloody mess, was ultimately dead. He licked his lips and asked, "Did you kill them?"

"Yes." Sharon blinked and yawned lazily.

The air around them suddenly froze.

The guards collectively raised their weapons.

"How did you kill them?" the guard captain continued to ask.

"Like this." Sharon raised her hand, scaring the guards into retreating all at once, dodging, "An Arcane Missile."

The guard captain looked serious, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, his hand holding the sword sweating coldly.

He had heard tales of some genius mages who could master spells at a young age that ordinary mages couldn’t learn in a lifetime. And behind every talent like that would stand some big figure, so he must not act rashly. Trying hard to keep his voice steady, he asked, "Why did you kill them?"

"Because they bothered me. I warned them already. I’m really good-tempered." Sharon raised a hand, a fireball appeared on her raised fingertip, so many people were just perfect for the Fireball Technique. Fireball Technique is the best spell in the world, "Are you going to bother me too?"

"No, no, no. Don’t be impulsive!" The guard captain quickly raised both hands and stepped back. He was just a mercenary hired by the local government to maintain public order. Usually capable of driving away vagabonds and catching thieves, anything beyond that was not his concern.

"Then hurry up and go." Sharon crawled back into the hole she had just dug, leaving a group of stunned guards.

"Captain, are we really going to leave it like that?" a guard asked.

The guard captain slapped his subordinate on the head harshly and scolded, "Didn’t you see that fireball on her finger? That’s a Fireball Technique. Just a single Fireball Technique, and we’re all dead."

"But..." the guard hesitated.

"But what? If you want to die, go ahead!" the guard captain gnashed his teeth, "For just a few gold coins a month, are you playing with your life?"

Civil ministers don’t love money, and military ministers don’t fear death—is not the awareness that a guard in a coastal town should have.

"You keep an eye on this place, I’ll report this to the higher-ups and let those big figures worry about it. I definitely can’t handle it." The guard captain was experienced in his work.

On the other side, Sharon continued digging her hole, getting into it, and dug out a big crab. While using her claws to tease the claw-waving big crab, she heard a noisy clamor, heavy footsteps.

Here they come again?

This time I won’t let you go.

Sharon crawled out of the hole, and the scene before her made her pupils contract slightly. The previous group of guards was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a team of fully armed sea soldiers, each wielding magical weaponry.

Earl Karlson, dressed like a naval officer, had a face lined with the signs of weather and storm, twisted with rage, veins popping on his forehead, and he asked, "Did you kill my son?"

"Are you that fool’s dad?" Sharon tilted her head and examined the man before her. The stout middle-aged man wielded a shimmering curved blade, appearing formidable; the Salamander guards under her father’s command in human form might not be a match, but she wasn’t afraid.

"Kill her, hurry and kill her, what are you waiting for?" A hysterical cry came from a noblewoman, her nails dug deeply into Earl Karlson’s arm, clearly the mother of the noble boy.

"Brady, take the lady away." Earl Karlson ordered calmly.

A fully armed sea soldier forcibly escorted the noblewoman away.

The curses of the noblewoman gradually faded into the distance but left an unbearable tension hanging in the air.

Sharon’s gaze drifted from Earl Karlson to the surrounding sea soldiers. Those soldiers were elite warriors, each potentially having the level of a Sahuagin Fishman Warrior.

"Earl, what happened?" A woman draped in a robe adorned with pearl scales walked gracefully, with each step making the sand beneath her feet ripple.

Any observant person could tell her identity from her attire, a Priest of the Ocean Goddess.

Sharon looked at the newly arrived woman, sensing danger from her.

What to do now?

For a legendary fierce Red Dragon, retreat or compromise was not an option, unless the enemy had no chance of being defeated. For these reasons, although the Red Dragon ranked first among the Colorful Dragons, they also had a notably high mortality rate.

Blue Dragons were much more rational than Red Dragons, but they would only quickly withdraw from battle if heavily injured, because all Blue Dragons saw retreat as cowardice.

Although Sharon was a mixed blood of Red Dragon and Blue Dragon, she grew up with Leon’s teachings, which were full of sayings like "A just man doesn’t stand under a dangerous wall", "Keep the green hills, and you won’t run out of firewood", "The thirty-sixth stratagem, fleeing is the best", "Revenge is a dish best served cold", "Dad is always your strong backing," and so on. freёweɓnovel_com

In these circumstances, Sharon never felt that running away or calling for help was a shame. She looked at the crowd, nodded, and said, "You know how to call for people, and so can I."

Sharon took a deep breath, opened her throat, and began to shout.

"Dad!"

"Help!"

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