The dragon's harem

CRACK! Arad put the empty plate down over the stack he created. “How much was it?”

“Three gold coins and fifty-one silver…” The bartender stared at the over ten plates Mount Arad left.

CLACK! Arad pulled the money one of his pocket and put it on the counter, standing up to leave.

The adventurers sitting there stared at him, not worried about how much money he had, but unable to figure out where he was putting all that food. He did drink almost two barrels of beer in one sitting with what seemed like half a cow, including the bones. That without counting the bread and other stuff he ate.

They all watched in silence as Arad walked out of the tavern, a faint purple glow in his eyes. Each person he looked at his eyes directly, could feel a shiver down his spine.

Riverside is a trade city. The streets are full of shops, stalls, and merchants shouting in the air to bring in customers.

Arad walked through the busy streets, standing out as his head towered over everyone else. What could he do? Gathering information wasn’t a problem as his animals allowed him to even see things he shouldn’t around the city.

For food, no matter how much he eats, it won’t be enough. For a dragon, hunting in the forests is the best source of nutrition. Usually, when he hunts, he ends up eating four to five wild buffalos, sometimes even more.

The almost half a cow he ate didn’t amount to anything more than a light snack.

But, there was one thing he could do. He lifted his hand, and a crow landed on it, “Show me, where can I find the best blacksmith,”

FLAP! FLAP! FLAP! The crow flew across the city, and it only took Arad a few seconds to start seeing all the blacksmiths and weapons shops around the city, while listening to the people talking about them.

Some shops were expensive and only sold decorated weapons that were meant for ceremonial activities. Some refurbished old weapons and some had direct links with blacksmiths.

Arad started walking again now that he found a decent blacksmith.

“You there, that was scrying magic,” A voice came from behind him. When he turned, he saw a woman pointing a staff at him, charging a spell.

“Aggression is a crime in cities,” Arad replied, pointing at her staff.

“Scrying magic could be counted in the same way,” She replied, “What was that?”

FLAP! FLAP! FLAP! Flocks of birds flew to Arad, landing on his shoulders and on the nearby houses. Everyone in the street ran away.

“I’m a druid. I was talking with them,” Arad lifted his hand, and an injured pigeon landed on it, “You humans aren’t the only ones living in the city.”

He pulled a healing potion from his bag and dripped a few drops from it in the pigeon’s beak, healing its broken wing.

The wizard woman growled, she’s certain that she sensed psionic magic from Arad, not druidic magic. The magic that controls minds, not communicate with them. She could sense that Arad wasn’t a normal druid, but something else, something bigger, larger, and undoubtedly more powerful.

PEW! She charged the firebolt, firing it at him. Such a weak spell wasn’t something dangerous for any decent mage, and Arad was the same. Between them, it was like a friendly punch.

The normal act was dispelling it, but Arad was no mage.

SWOSH! The firebolt curved, flying toward the sky without even touching his body.

“What?” The woman gasped, and Arad started walking toward her.

Her robe started flapping as she felt a force pushing her back. Suddenly, her body flew back.

^I’m getting pushed away from him? No, I’m falling away from him. Reverse gravity centered on his body.^ It didn’t take her long to understand the nature of the magic Arad was using. That was the thing that deflected the firebolt.

CLAP! Her body stuck to a building as Arad kept approaching her. With each step, the pressure on her body increased. She couldn’t even move her hand to wave her staff and cast a proper spell.

[Dispell magic] She growled, trying to dispel Arad’s [Reverse Gravity] But, it failed.

“No, magic? Are you serious?” She could feel it. Arad didn’t cast any spell on his body. Where was this [Reverse Gravity] Coming from?

Unknown to her, Arad had cast the spell on one of his scales. As long as she didn’t target that specific scale, she wouldn’t be able to dispel the magic.

“You wizards! Stop it!” Two guards approached them.

With a sigh, Arad stopped his [Reverse Gravity]. And the woman fell on her face, panting.

“What are you?” She growled.

One of the guards stared at Arad for a second, and he then started sweating, “It might be him?” He poked his friend.

“No way, but…you might be right…” The other gasped, looking at Arad.

“Sir, are you by any chance, Arad Orion?” He asked.

“You know me?” Arad pulled out his guild card, handing it to them.

“OH! SHIT!” One of them cried, “We got the real deal here,” .

“Arad Orion? Who’s that?” The woman gasped.

“We got news from the guild, an A-rank adventurer named Arad Orion wiped the floor with Five. Punched a vampire lord into Oblivion and stopped an undead invasion.” The guards looked at the shocked woman, “He’s an A-rank on paper only since he lacks quests finished, but in terms of power, he’s S-rank.”

“We’ll take her to the garrison immediately!” They didn’t say it, but the letter they received included a warning written by Five herself. Arad had the power to blow a whole city if you pissed him off, and bars can’t contain him so don’t offend him.

Arad took his card back and watched as the Guards rushed to restrain the woman, “Let her go, it was just a friendly squabble between adventurers.” He said. “Nobody was hurt, so it’s not a problem, right?”

“Of course!” The guards cried, letting the woman go immediately.