Zaren felt like a bomb was dropped on him when Ivan said what kind of creature were the handsome men that were with Zander.
“When you say dragon, do you mean comodo dragon kind of dragon or fantasy movie kind of dragon?” Zaren asked.
“Depends on what movie,” Amadeo said, smiling.
Zaren smiled nervously and asked.
“Chinese or Western?”
“Western, but there are also the Chinese ones, but they like to be up in the mountains in Zhangjiajie,” Zander told him.
The Zaren chuckled and went to sit on the couch. He sat there mumbling and laughing to himself. Everyone was looking at him with confused looks on their faces.
“Great. You guys broke him,” Lysandra mumbled and then she huffed.
“Now, where is Crane? I thought he had something to discuss with us in urgent?” she asked.
“Why? Did he
