In the vast canyon, not only were there countless magical beasts, but also many hidden king-level beasts possessing extreme intelligence. They had power and wisdom no less than that of the dragon race. Some special beings, like the great creation of the King of Seals, the Komodo Tank Beast—when it came to storming cities and fortresses, even the dragons were only so capable.

In midair, Grace Bennett grabbed Gavin Clark. “I have something to take care of. It’ll take about five days. I hope you’re still alive when I get back.”

Without giving Gavin Clark a chance to speak, she tossed him down and flew off into the distance. With only one percent loyalty, there was really nothing binding Grace Bennett; she could even control access to the Purple Diamond Card herself.

Gavin Clark landed in a “wild goose falling on flat sand” style… but it didn’t hurt much. Clearly, the dragon girl had used some finesse and didn’t intend to kill him by dropping him.

He wasn’t very old, but after nearly three years of military life, he was quite sensitive to his surroundings. This place was dangerous.

Gavin Clark had also summed up some survival experience, such as surveying the environment, choosing a safe shelter, and then, of course, weapons.

Nimbly climbing up a deciduous tree, Gavin Clark saw a hazy scene, as if the sun had sunk to the bottom of the valley—neither bright nor dark, the atmosphere especially eerie, with the faint sound of magical beasts roaring in the distance.

It seemed safer in the trees. Gavin Clark began sharpening some weapons. The only weapon he had was a small dagger, which was clearly not suitable for fighting here. Soon, he had whittled several sharp spears, each three meters long, which at least gave him a bit more sense of security.

After observing from the air for a while, Grace Bennett finally left. It seemed this human wasn’t particularly stupid—if he survived five days, it meant he at least had some brains. If he died, then so be it. Grace Bennett didn’t want to pin all her hopes on a weak human.

Five days passed in a flash. Grace Bennett returned, knowing the other was still alive, but she wasn’t very happy. The result she’d gotten was that only the caster could break the contract, which puzzled Grace Bennett greatly. Could just one percent loyalty really be such a strong shackle?

The wisdom of the dragon race surpassed human imagination, but humans always thought they were the smartest. Grace Bennett couldn’t return to her clan, whether for the mission she bore or for the dignity of the dragons.

When she saw Gavin Clark, for some reason, Grace Bennett was very angry.

At that moment, Mr. Gavin Clark was happily barbecuing. Aside from the lousy weather in this damned canyon, Gavin Clark actually quite liked it—no chaos, the taste of mole wasn’t bad, eating and drinking his fill and sleeping soundly, with no one bossing him around. It felt great.

Seeing Grace Bennett, Gavin Clark wasn’t very surprised. “You’re back. Want something to eat? I’m actually a pretty good cook.”

“Hmph, you’re living quite well, aren’t you? Hurry up and finish, I’m going to start special training with you!”

“Special training?”

“You haven’t forgotten our agreement, have you? Or are humans really so untrustworthy?”

Gavin Clark slowly stood up. “Miss Grace Bennett, stop calling me ‘human’ all the time. My name is Gavin Clark. And as for you dragons, you’re just born lucky, not necessarily anything special. So what if you’re stronger than me?”

Since their relationship was already this blunt, there was nothing left to hide.

“Very good, you’re quite spirited, Mr. Gavin Clark. Then let’s begin.”

Boom…

The bold and brash Gavin Clark fainted!

Even though Grace Bennett was very gentle… The first lesson of special training: the key to survival is being able to take a beating. Just as Gavin Clark said, dragons do have a natural advantage, with strong defenses against both physical and magical attacks. But humans are different—their delicate bodies must be “trained” to become tough.

…As for how much personal motive was involved, only Grace Bennett herself knew.

So Gavin Clark began his life of being beaten. No battle aura, no magic shield for protection—Gavin Clark was just a living target. Since he became self-aware, Gavin Clark had never been so motivated. This damned woman was clearly taking personal revenge under the guise of training, beating him up every time and adding a few sarcastic remarks. Even with Gavin Clark’s patience, he was about to explode. If only he could land a punch on her!

That was Mr. Gavin Clark’s only wish—to land a solid punch on Grace Bennett’s exquisitely beautiful face, preferably a disfiguring, damaging punch.

Of course, this dream could only come true in his sleep. As night fell, Gavin Clark lay sleeping soundly and sweetly on a tree branch. Not far away was Grace Bennett, who only needed to release a hint of dragon’s might to scare off all the magical beasts nearby.

Looking at Gavin Clark’s somewhat mature face, Grace Bennett felt she was being a bit cruel. Over these days, she had calmed down. The whole thing didn’t really have much to do with him; it was mainly her own carelessness. She’d already been in a bad mood, which was why she lingered so long in the sea of flowers. Who would have thought humans could be so cunning in their simulations!

Grace Bennett’s feelings were complicated. After spending time together, she felt that this Gavin Clark was really quite good. He couldn’t be judged as simply good or bad; it just felt like their personalities matched. Was she really going to spend her whole life with this person?

At this thought, Grace Bennett still wanted to break the contract as soon as possible. Over these days, Gavin Clark’s progress had been remarkable—even the dragon race couldn’t ignore it.