As soon as he hit the barbarian's chest, Iss knew something was wrong, and after a moment of nervousness, anger arose.

That's anger at himself.

He's a dragon! It's okay if you don't have money, and dragons don't like to collect treasure in the first place...... But why did he cower so much?!

"Blind little mouse!!"

The barbarian roared in exasperation and, as expected, reached out and grabbed him.

It was the language of the Isa, the language of the barbarians, but a dragon could understand any language in the world.

Is's face was clouded. He opened his mouth, trying to sneer at each other, but for a moment he couldn't find any suitable words. None of the people who raised him ever taught him how to curse.

But he wouldn't let the barbarian's dirty black hands fall on his head.

He pursed his lips, grabbed the huge palm that fell from his head, and grabbed the thick arm and twisted it outward.

There was a soft crack, and the sound of a dislocated joint sounded pleasant to Iss, but the barbarian's roar in sudden pain shook his brow.

The barbarians are the toughest race on the continent. A human might choose to flee in such a situation, but the wounded savage only shook his twisted arm backwards, and immediately roared and pounced, spitting saliva almost on Is's head, the muscles on his tangled face twisted, and under the protruding arch of his eyebrows, his deep black eyes burned with pure anger, as if the anger that had been suppressed for a long time had finally found an opportunity to vent.

Iss frowned in disgust, feeling that he had been wronged. The anger of the irascible barbarian was obviously not all due to him, but at this moment, he could only bow forward slightly, still firmly grasping the hard-won ball of hellish herbs with one hand, and holding the barbarian's waist with the other, and with the help of the force, the big guy who was several heads taller than him fell face down on the ground behind him.

The thin snow could not cover the treaded black mud, and the tall savage slid out of a few cuts before stopping, making his angry roar a little ridiculous.

The surrounding barbarians apparently didn't find it funny. After a moment of stunned silence, several people roared and gathered around.

The barbarians are not united, and the different tribes are always going back and forth with each other, and the feuds that have continued from generation to generation are tangled together, deep in the blood and bones, as if it will not be possible to unravel them in another ten thousand years. But at this moment, in this small town that belongs to humans, the barbarians who have fallen here will naturally not stand idly by when their own people are insulted.

"Wizard!"

Iss heard a barbarian roaring not far away, with bitter hatred in his voice.

"Sorcerer, kill him!"

"Smash him!"

More barbarians began to chim.

The corners of Is's mouth tugged at him, almost wanting to laugh out loud. In the eyes of the barbarian, with his tall but thin figure among humans, it must be a kind of evil art to throw a barbarian out with one hand.

But he relied on his own strength.

He looked around at the barbarians closing in on him, noticing that none of them were carrying any weapons. Even with the way he was now, it might not be too difficult to knock them down and rush out.

He really didn't want to turn back into an ice dragon if it wasn't necessary, and while that would be much easier, he really didn't want anyone to know that he had ever turned into a human and came here to buy herbs...... Sadly, there is no money to pay the bills. That's definitely the most ridiculous and ridiculous story in the history of dragons!

He wrapped the mass of herbs a little tighter, tucked it into his arms, and coldly faced the enemy who surrounded him.

"Wait, wait, friends, what are you doing here?"

There was a faint tension in the exaggerated tone, and a man's voice came from the corner of the street.

Isis followed the prestige, and three humans and a large man who looked like a half-breed walked towards them. The man at the head was not tall, about thirty years old, with dark blonde hair hanging down from his shoulders, a normal appearance, a slightly bulging belly, and he looked more like a petty trader than a warrior, but the long sword at his waist was obviously worth a lot, and the gray-black woolen jacket was also added to a dull old leather armor, which was quite nondescript.

Both he and the people behind him pressed their hands tightly on the weapons at their waists, presumably with little confidence in the smooth resolution of the dispute in front of them.

Their tension was understandable, and the strange guards apparently didn't belong to Anktan's army, but rather seemed to have been organized by the townspeople themselves. If they do fight, even if they have weapons, they will not be the opponents of these barbarians.

But to Is's surprise, the barbarians obediently stopped, looked at each other, and their big rough faces were intertwined with embarrassment and irritation.

"Friends!" said the man again, "you know the rules, you may have made promises, I have heard that the barbarians make a promise, and I hope it is true." ”

"Of course it's true!" a barbarian roared in a lingua franca with a thick accent.

"Of course, of course, I am convinced of that...... So, um, what the hell is going on here?" the man looked at Iss curiously, but when his eyes met, he was stunned for a moment, and his face changed instantly.

"The gods are above!" he shouted, and stepped back sharply, his unsheathed sword pointed straight at Is, "you are ...... What are you?!"

――What is it?

Is's eyes narrowed dangerously, the word that upset him, but he didn't know where he was exposed...... Do you have scales on your face?

The sudden turn of events in front of him surprised the man's companions.

"Hayes!" one of them cried out in discontent, "what are you crazy about!"

"I'm not crazy! Eyes! Look at his eyes...... Golden...... His eyes are like snakes!" Hayes was incoherent and looked panicked, but his gaze was fixed on Is's face, as if he couldn't take it off at all. If Is's really is a snake, he is quite like a frog stared at by a snake.

Everyone turned to Is, and those astonished, curious, or horrified glances made Iss feel like a worm crawling on his face.

He also couldn't help but want to touch his eyes, he really didn't know that his eyes would change color.

But...... Snakes? He dared to say that he was like one of those cold-blooded little reptiles who could only wriggle around on the ground?

That made him angry. Immediately, a whisper of fear drifted into his ears.

"Dragon ......"

The rich but slightly trembling Isaac language came from some barbarian.

They had seen him, or Silver Fang, a silver-white dragon flying in the sky, with huge golden eyes, and the cold, mysterious black vertical pupils might mean horror and cruelty to them.

They were afraid of him...... They hated him. It has nothing to do with what he's done, they'll always see what he is.

Is's teeth clenched hard into his pale lips.

He doesn't seem to have a choice.

Once again, however, an unexpected voice stopped Is.

"Hey, everybody's here, what's interesting?"

If it weren't for the difference in voice and tone, Iss would probably have thought that this sentence came from Ed's mouth. The man who was so talkative and always couldn't stop would definitely scream like this, full of innocence and curiosity, and rush unsuspectingly into danger that he simply could not handle.

But that's not Ed. There seems to be innate confidence in the adult man's low and smiling voice, as if he is facing not saber rattling, but harmony.

Iss saw a look of relief on every human face in front of him, as if the presence of this man would solve all problems.

Hayes, the man who had been nervously pointing his sword at Is, was also visibly relieved. He took a few steps to the side, finally able to take his eyes off Is's face.

"Borena!" he exclaimed, "you've got to come and see this guy......"

- I'm not an animal in a cage for people to admire!

Isis clenched his fists in exasperation, but involuntarily looked at the man who swaggered up to him.

The first thing that caught his eye was the huge white fur cloak on the man's shoulder. The man was tall, but the fur was still folded back on his shoulders and hung down from his shoulders to his heels, wide enough to envelop him completely.

Snow ape?

Isis was astonished to recognize the soft, tough white fur of the now-almost completely extinct animal, rare even on the untouched Giant's Spine.

Where did he get this?

Is's gaze turned to the face of the man who had draped this rare treasure over a king.

Borena - he had heard the name in the mouth of the woman who had given him a clump of Moran's beard. Now it seems that he is probably the ruler of this town.

The man must not have been forty years old, and he had very short golden-brown hair, and a beard of the same color that was long and long, and half of his face was hidden, and his skin was chapped and reddened like all those who lived in this cold northland, and his cheekbones were slightly convex, and his nose was high, not very handsome, but also quite attractive.

Borena's blue-gray eyes were also looking at Iss with interest. When they made eye contact, Iss did not feel the disgust and fear that he expected.

There was a hint of wariness in his eyes, but that was about it.

"My name is Borenna. The man spoke in a friendly voice, "Borena Cruz. You're not from this town...... Is there anything you're looking for? Maybe I can help. ”

- What I want is a lump of herbs worth only one sori, and it's in my arms right now.

Isis thought hatefully, and spat out a cold and blunt refusal: "No, I'm about to leave." ”

"Got something to do?" Borena still had a smile on his face, "don't let us delay you." ”

He took a step back and raised a hand to make way for Is.