Sarah tightly hugged the heavy tome, tears welling up in her eyes, yet she struggled to prevent them from falling.
She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady:
"Master... before I express my gratitude, I would like to first fulfill my duties as an attendant."
Ron put down his teacup, a curious expression in his eyes.
"Regarding those people you inquired about... Young Master Baroque and Lady Cecilia, I know some potentially useful information."
Sarah’s voice became unusually serious:
"As a ’gifted’ slave, I had the opportunity to observe their most genuine sides."
She sat across from Ron, a silver bell softly ringing.
The sound no longer contained timidity but a certain steadfast determination:
"These insights might come in handy in your upcoming competitions."
Ron did not rush her, merely waiting quietly.
Years of research had taught him that the most valuable intelligence often hides in the most subtle observations.
"Let’s start with Young Master Baroque."
Sarah collected her thoughts and began to narrate:
"Rumor in the outside world is that he is the Burning Scale Clan’s favored son, born with pure Dragon Bloodline.
But in fact... he and I share origins from the most marginal branch bloodlines."
This information made Ron raise his eyebrows slightly.
In a society where bloodlines are supreme, one’s birth often determines their lifelong trajectory, and those who can reverse such fate are certainly special.
"His father was merely a regular guard captain within the clan, and his mother came from a desert nomadic tribe with absolutely no Dragon Species lineage."
Sarah’s voice carried a certain complex emotion:
"At the Bloodline Awakening Ceremony fifteen years ago, everyone thought he would fail just like me."
"Including himself."
She gently caressed the Communication Crystal in her hand, recalling the scene from those years:
"At that time, I was just a child, assigned to serve at the ceremony site.
I vividly remember Baroque trembling when he stood on the awakening altar.
Not from excitement, but from fear—fear of failure, fear of abandonment."
Ron began constructing a psychological profile of Baroque in his mind.
A young man from humble beginnings, filled with uncertainty about his future, confronted with the judgment of fate, would surely have an extremely complex and fragile psychological state.
"But then a miracle occurred."
Sarah’s voice held a tone of disbelief:
"At the moment the dragon blood essence was infused into him, an unprecedented energy erupted from his body.
It wasn’t ordinary Dragon Species bloodline, but direct lineage from the ’Sky Burner Dragon’ Red."
She paused for a moment, as if savoring that shocking instant:
"The entire ceremony site was engulfed in gold-red flames, the temperature so high that even the altar’s stone slabs began melting.
All the clan elders were astonished because Red was one of the most powerful ancestors in the history of the Burning Scale Clan."
"From that moment on, Baroque leapt from the lowest branch to become the most prominent candidate for clan heir."
Hearing this, Ron understood the deep psychological impact of such a sudden transformation on an individual.
The vast gap from despair to pinnacle often leaves a permanent imprint deep within a person’s heart.
"Did this transformation change him?" he inquired.
"It changed him completely."
Sarah’s eyes revealed a certain sadness:
"After successfully awakening, Baroque seemed transformed into a different person.
He began obsessively emphasizing the ’purity’ of his bloodline, claiming he was naturally the heir of Red.
Mention of his origins would provoke his extreme anger."
She sighed softly:
"But I can tell, the root of that anger isn’t arrogance but fear.
He’s afraid others will discover his bloodline awakening was just an accident, afraid of losing everything he possesses now."
Ron mentally noted these key pieces of information.
Individuals lacking inner security are often the easiest targets for psychological attacks.
"Analyzing from this pathological psychology logic, should he exhibit some specific behavior patterns now?"
"Indeed, Young Master Baroque is obsessed with collecting ancient Dragon Species relics."
Sarah nodded affirmingly, replying:
"Dragon Scales, Dragon Bones, Dragon Blood Crystals... any items related to ancient Dragon Species, he will spare no expense to collect.
Not for practical value, but to prove his bloodline connection to those legendary beings."
Her voice became deeper:
"I heard from old servants of the clan that Baroque’s room is filled with various Dragon Species relics, and he spends hours every night silently praying to them.
As if proving to his ancestors that he is worthy of this bloodline."
"This is a deep compensation psychology."
Ron analyzed in his mind:
"Using external symbols to fill an inner void, attempting to use material means to confirm his ’legitimacy’."
"Are there other weaknesses?"
"His special skill ’Anger Fire Combo.’" Sarah’s expression turned somewhat fearful:
"The power of this technique is indeed astonishing; the higher the level of anger, the stronger the force.
In a state of extreme anger, he can even briefly approach Dark Sun Level attack power."
"However..." she lowered her voice slightly:
"This power is completely dependent on emotional instability; when he is in extreme rage, reason is entirely lost.
Indiscriminate of foe and consequence, like a wild beast out of control."
This weakness made Ron’s eyes light up.
In combat, exploiting the emotional weaknesses of the opponent is often more effective than direct confrontation.