The dragon's harem

Chapter 223 Fighting Plan

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"Seeing that you just came here, I won't find it weird that you pulled a fast one at them." John laughed with tears dripping from his eyes.

"I can imagine Evan freaking out," Alcott had to sit down, "And that old man might have lost a few years of his life."

"No one gave them such a scare since you went there." John rolled on the ground, laughing.

Ginger held her head, "Why are you two laughing? Do you know how much trouble this will cause?"

"No, it won't," Alcott wiped the tears from his eyes and stared at her, "We will just read the paper, and I will return them later."

Arad looked at Alcott, "Why?"

"I worked for them for about a year or two in the past. Just like you, my first interaction with them went south." Alcott scratched his head, "They told me to steal those badges, but since I didn't know that, I went around asking people to give me theirs."

"Did you get them?"

"No, people refused to give me the badges, so I beat the shit out of them and took what I wanted. I had a bag full of badges by the time I reached the guild." Alcott stood, "They certainly aren't good people, but they are useful ones."

Arad then stared at John, "That's all and good, but where are the twins? We came here for them."

"Don't worry about the twins. They are safe. But, like terrified kittens, they don't want to see you or anyone." John smiled, "Connor, the son of Xaviin wants to have the twins, and he also wants to have me and Alcott killed."

Arad smiled, "So, we only have to kill him?"

"Don't underestimate him or the people working for him." John smiled, "The thieves guild, the assassins guild, the sea lord temple, the iron collar, and the undead graveyard. Those are the main forces of the city, and each of them is strong in their own way." John explained.

"The guy I want you to kill is the son of the leader of the iron collar slaves market and the undead graveyard necromancer guild." John smiled.

"Xaviin, the guy's father, was the leader of the necromancer guild. He was a werewolf necromancer that got his curse from the woman leading the Iron Collar. Of course, he ended up having a child with her."

Arad looked at Alcott with a tilted head, "Wait? Do you want to say he owns both now?"

Alcott nodded, "Yeah, I killed both his parents in the past. And he seems to be out for revenge."

"I don't have that much information, but I think he's over level 100. So be careful." John stared at Alcott, "He's dangerous."

"What?" Ginger gasped, "That brat reached level 100?"

"I'm not sure, but expect that much." John looked at Alcott, "Of course, I'm fighting with you."

"Excuse me, but I'm still level 10. Won't that be a big problem?" Arad looked at them, lifting one hand.

"What?" This time, John gasped, "I thought you were around level 40!"

[Remember, you fought Chuzuke, who was level 38. A dragon is always far stronger than mere humans.]

it was like a cat compared to a lion. Dragons simply outclassed other humanoids naturally. But that was also the case for curses like vampirism or Lycanthropy. They all enhance the powers of the affected.

On top of being one of the rarest Magic dragons, Arad also attained both curses giving her a terrifying unfair advantage over others.

"Don't worry. I'm 109." Alcott smiled, resting his fists on his hips. "I'm 128," Ginger smiled, her eyes glowing red."

John sighed, looking down. "We clerics level up slowly since we rarely kill monsters. And even when we do, it's with other helps. We're a healing class."

Alcott looked at Arad, "I would honestly like you to step out of this fight, but I know you won't accept that."

Arad stood like Alcott with two fists at his waist and a slightly tilted head, "You know me well. I'm not running from a fight."

"You two are really similar," John smiled, "Large, reckless, and have beef with the thieves guild."

"I already wanted to destroy this den of bandits. It's not like I would back off now," Arad stared at John.

John giggled, "Yeah, good luck with that. It's saying something that you couldn't even beat me, and I'm not that good at fighting."

At that moment, Arad remembered, "Wait? How strong is Nina if you can't beat her?" He stared at Alcott.

Ginger scratched her cheek, "You can say there are three levels for adventurers' growth." She looked at John. "Supports who rarely fight." she then looked at Alcott, "Front fighters who get the most kills."

And then pointed at herself. "Monsters who killed everyone in sight. But I wasn't as aggressive as the raging Nina."

Alcott scratched his head, "It's quite depressing, but I suspect that a third of her levels are from the comrades who got caught in her rage." He stared at Arad, "Don't ever anger her, even I can't stop her if she went all out, rage mode."

"Forget about her for now. She isn't here." Ginger glared at Alcott, "We three will go fight. Arad will survey the area and kill any minions that Connor would have."

John looked at Arad, "She says minions, but they are powerful undeads, chained slaves, and even crazed werewolves." He smiled, "You would have a hard time, little dragon."

Arad smiled, "So my job is to support you and thin Connor's reinforcements as much as possible."

"That's right, don't attempt to fight Connor. You would end up dead." Alcott looked at Arad, "At his level, and the possibility of having comrades of similar power, even we could end up losing a life if we aren't careful enough."

"I have one cast of revival." John looked at Alcott, "Albeit it needs your brain to be intact. And that you died less than five minutes ago."

"I won't die that easily," Ginger looked at John.

"Like I would cast on you. I still you're better off dead." John sighed, glaring back at her, "The spell is for Alcott."

"You're still going on about that?" Ginger sighed, "I was raised in a family of vampires. Raising humans like cattle was the norm."

"I already know that, but it still bugs me the wrong way seeing your face and remembering all the spiked people in front of the castle." John shook his head to remove the memory from his head.

"Those were called blood drippers. They used them to drain blood from humans like we do to cows and sheep." Alcott looked at John with a straight face.

John stared at Alcott, dead inside, "The hell are you talking about? You're a human, aren't you?"

"Probably you didn't do a good enough job." Alcott smiled, patting John's shoulder. "Don't worry, she's fine. And so am I. No one will die, and we won't need your spell."

BAM! Arad hit his palm with his fist, causing a small shockwave as his void rubbed against each other. "Where do we start?"

"First, you head back to the inn." Alcott stared at Arad, "I will go and try to see what we could gather about Conner."

"I will get us some needed potions and items. I have some contacts in the city." Ginger smiled.

"I will make sure Connor can't get your tracks. I suspect he already knows you're in the city, but we need to make sure he doesn't know when we're about to attack." John looked at them with a serious face.

"I don't want to go back to the inn without doing anything. I could fly around and see where people are." Arad protested.

"They will spot you immediately." John stared at Arad, "You can't camouflage, can you?"

John was right, even if Arad can walk quieter than a cat and fly as silently as an owl. He can't hide his magic or body out of sight. He's bound to get caught.

"We are dealing with a competent man who wields a lot of power. This isn't like any fight you had with bandits." John stared at Arad, "Just sit in the inn where you can respond instantly."

Arad sighed, "Fine, but don't call me lazy later." Turning around to leave, he had his own plan.

As Arad walked back to the inn alone, he took a deep breath. He could feel someone walking behind him. ^As I expected, they are already following me.^

[It might be someone from the thieves guild, or Connor is gathering information about you, the one person he doesn't know anything about.]

Arad smiled inside, "Whoever he might be, it's time to see if he's really following me or not."

[Will you kill him?]

^After I drain every last bit of information from him. I can't have him going back and telling Connor how I fight.^

Arad walked forward silently. Keeping an eye on the large man behind him.