After wandering around for a while and losing her initial curiosity, Saisa felt that it was just like this, giving her a sense of déjà vu as if she were walking through a human city-state.
However, White Crystal City was less noisy and more peaceful.
Right then, a large building not far away caught Saisa's attention. The plaque placed at the entrance made her feel curious.
"A card room? What is that?"
Muttering to herself, Saisa led Speuler toward the card room.
As soon as they entered, a wave of heat swept over them.
Unlike the relatively quiet streets outside, the interior of the card room was filled with noise and clamor.
Laughter, crying, shouting, roaring, and triumphant cheers were mixed together, making Saisa feel a bit uncomfortable.
Her slender hand gently supported her forehead. Speuler, noticing Saisa's discomfort, hurriedly asked with concern.
"Miss, are you alright? How about we leave? This place is a bit too..."
It was too much like a tavern, perhaps even noisier than one.
Saisa rejected Speuler's suggestion.
"It is fine. Let us take a look first."
Saying that, Saisa walked toward the largest crowd, curious about what they were actually doing.
"Hurry up, Gris! What are you dawdling for?"
A triumphant, urging voice came through. Although it was not loud and was even drowned out by the shouts of the monsters, it was still keenly captured by Saisa.
Soon, an impatient retort followed.
"Urge, urge, urge! If you keep urging me, I will tell on you and let my Second Sister deal with you!"
"Tsk—you really are a sore loser. But seeing how much you want to win, how about you say a few good words for me to Mofana?"
"Go away, we are not that close. Do not bother me."
Teasing and irritable voices blended together.
"Oh, come on. By the way, quite a lot of humans came this year. Are you not going to take a look?"
"Look at what? I see them every year; they all look the same. If you ask me, my elder sister is just being foolish. If it were up to me, I would have killed those scheming guys long ago instead of keeping them around."
"That is also..."
Saisa squeezed into the crowd of monsters and couldn't help but widen her eyes, because a monster and two humans were sitting at the table.
One of them was a black-haired youth with his legs crossed and a serious expression, while the red-haired man opposite him looked quite casual.
As for the white-scaled goblin also sitting at the table, she automatically ignored it.
However, her gaze soon darkened. After all, she had heard their conversation clearly just now.
Joe also noticed Saisa squeezing in, and his words suddenly stopped.
"A Jack."
Gris thought long and hard before finally throwing out a card.
But Joe, on the opposite side, did not respond. Gris was stunned and impatiently tapped the wooden table.
"What are you doing? Have you gone stupid? Hey! What are you—"
Before he could finish his sentence, a slender hand rested on Gris's shoulder.
Gris was taken aback, and then a feeling of displeasure rose in his heart.
"Damn it, who is touching—"
Cursing, Gris turned his head, but the foul words in his mouth came to a screeching halt the moment he saw Saisa.
As their eyes met, Gris's pupils slowly dilated.
With a 'clack', the cards in his hand fell to the floor.
What a beautiful face this was. A fresh yet elegant countenance paired with that cold expression made Gris remember something Jonavili had said before—Step on me, Mommy.
At the time, he thought it was very bizarre, but now...
'Sister, I am in damn love.'
However, what made Gris feel strange was why, intuitively, he felt a mysterious sense of dislike toward the person in front of him.
He had no way of knowing the answer to such a question, so he could only ignore it for the time being.
"Hello, excuse me. I have a question I would like to ask you."
Seeing Gris dazed on the spot, Saisa waved her hand, pulling back his thoughts.
"Oh... cough, cough."
Gris hurried to stand up, straightening his appearance and putting on a smile, his head instinctively lifting high.
"Speak. As the omniscient strongest one, I can answer everything you want to know."
Looking at the completely un-humble Gris, Saisa's expression stiffened. This feeling... was truly annoying.
Joe, sitting opposite him, was also dumbfounded upon hearing this.
'No, brother, can you not brag like that in White Crystal City? What if you are overheard? Will you not be GG?'
Joe knew that the most powerful white dragon usually liked to pick on Gris, often engaging in 'loving' physical contact with him.
"I want to ask why these merchants must come to White Crystal City every August?"
Hearing this, Gris looked Saisa up and down and said casually.
"A newcomer? Seeing as you are so bold, I will trouble myself to tell you. Because if they do not come, they will die, and it will be the kind of death that is very miserable."
Hearing this, Saisa's expression changed, her face turning grim.
Gris thought she was frightened. Uncharacteristically, he reached out and patted Saisa on the shoulder, offering comfort.
"It is fine. You will not die if you do not come next year; no need to be afraid. But... if possible, why do you not stay? After all, White Crystal City is quite fun, especially some of the things that idiot elder sister of mine invented..."
Gris continued to chatter incessantly, completely unaware that Saisa's face was getting darker and darker.
"Enough!"
Saisa spoke up to stop Gris. Gris was startled and was momentarily cowed, looking at Saisa in confusion, not understanding why she was angry.
Saisa looked at Gris with a face full of rage, sneering in her heart.
'Heh, as expected, you lot are still so loathsome to dragons.'
Saisa was already certain that the black-haired youth in front of her was a dragon, though she didn't know exactly what kind yet.
However, based on the kin outside, there were only three types: black, red, and white.
"What do you take life for?!"
Gris was baffled, but he understood that this beautiful person was talking about him!
"I take life as life! Eh? No! What are you talking about?! The great Gris is only meant to be admired and respected; how could anyone hate me?!"
Hearing this, Saisa was stunned for a moment, then let out a cold sneer.
"Hmph, I didn't expect your IQ to be so low as well. It seems you are undoubtedly a white dragon."
Although Saisa found it strange why this white dragon could speak before reaching the adult stage, she simply took it as a special individual.
"You insulted me! I am not done with you!!"
In the eyes of a dragon, calling someone a white dragon was equivalent to calling them an idiot.
Gris was burning with rage. In the next second, he suddenly struck out, grabbing toward Saisa's neck with one hand.
But in the blink of an eye, a silver-white magic suddenly appeared. Gris was imprisoned, his movements frozen in mid-air.
The surrounding kin, seeing that someone actually dared to be disrespectful to Gris, hurriedly prepared to attack.
But right then, Gris suddenly barked an order.
"Nobody move! I will deal with her myself. Whoever moves, I will kill!"
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