Chapitre 752: Young Dragon

"Can I get a look, Master? I want to know what it is." Flying Flame said.

It's quite rare that it would want to talk through the soul chain on its. Abel did tune the soul chain so that the channel went both ways, but the summoned creatures tried not to bother. They understood how much privacy Abel needed. Whether it was for his wizard's meditation session, his forgery of equipment, or his alchemy tests, without him and his extreme focus, all it took was a little mistake to ruin his efforts.

Abel was inside his Abel Magic Tower. He held the bottle of dragon blood in his hand, and Flying Flame made him suddenly stand on his toes. That was when he began to understand something. As a pseudo-dragon, it'd only make sense that Flying Flame would know more about the dragon blood than himself.

Abel spoke towards the ceiling, "Flora, I want you to take me to Flying Flame."