"Who's Roland? Some kind of new delicacy? I've never heard of him. "
"I think he's a descendant of the Mist Kingdom? Right, do you know about the Mist Kingdom? It was destroyed more than three hundred years ago. He was the prince at the time. "
"… In that case, I do have some recollection of him. Has the Mist King's inheritance been lost? That really makes me sigh. Back in the day, I had a good relationship with him. The Northlands were even better at fighting than the barbarians. What a pity. "
"Ha, no matter what happened back then, he was just a mortal. What's there to pity about?"
"That's true … Did you hear? San Lang said that the Eternal Thunder people are especially delicious when paired with a special type of pickled vegetable. Would you like to try it together? "
When Dragon City officially held a welcoming banquet and invited a mortal to attend, such conversations were common throughout Dragon City.
This was inevitable. After all, for the prideful dragons, when was the last time they treated a mortal with formal courtesy? And for the Immemorial Dragons, it was normal for them to sleep for a hundred years. An existence that was only slightly more than three hundred years ago was no different from a young brat who had just made a name for himself.
Right now, the Immemorial Gold Dragon Horus was having a headache. As the highest-ranked elder in Dragon City, he decided to invite the Mage Country's special envoy with the highest level of courtesy. The other elders began to complain, saying things like "How embarrassing!" "He's just a human, why invite him? If he wants to come, then come. If he doesn't, then scram."
"Enough! You'll understand once you see him! Also — "
Before he could finish speaking, Horus discovered to his astonishment that not only was his voice unable to transmit, everything before him had stopped moving. His consciousness was still present, but his body was unable to move a single finger. Not only that, even the tiny water droplets and dust in the air had stopped moving.
The next instant, everything returned to normal, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than a nightmare.
"What happened?"
Horus stood up while the dragons were astonished at the abnormal scene that had just occurred.
"They should be here already … It would seem that there are many who are as short-sighted and look down on mortals as you are. I hope that they haven't caused any major trouble."
Half an hour ago, when the Borealis slowly entered the Aike Canyon, where Dragon City was located, we were surrounded by countless "enthusiastic spectators". Before the dragons attempted to attack us, the Blue Dragon who was leading the way helped us clear the path.
The mountains on both sides were all strangely shaped rocks. From the three-dimensional perspective view of the bridge, the huge battleship looked like a small toy, and the giant dragons around it looked like swallows.
"There are more than three thousand and seven hundred Dragons within range, as well as an equal number of Dragon Whelps and Dragon Elders. Many locations are even black on the scouting device. They must have been forcefully covered by the Concept of 'Unfathomable.' As expected of the three great gathering places for Dragons."
The radar that was infused with this world's sound magic had excellent performance. The only downside was that its technology and industrial level were still lacking, and it was already larger than two rooms. However, it wouldn't be a problem if it was used on a warship.
"In fact, we've already entered Dragon City's territory. Be prepared. "
Outside the window, curious dragons kept flying past the battleship's edge. I was worried that the cannons' controllers wouldn't be able to control their hands.
In front of the gigantic Borealis battleship, the dragons also became much smaller, and they naturally restrained their arrogance. This also helped me avoid the awkwardness of being surrounded by onlookers.
"So this is one of the three great Dragon Cities? It's much smaller than I expected, but it looks really valuable … "
At the end of the mountain range, there was a castle that seemed to be carved out of white jade. It was quite eye-catching, and if I wasn't mistaken, this was indeed the valuable Yalong jade. Although this rare stone jade wasn't a magical metal that could be used to forge equipment, its value was no less than mithril of the same size. It was also quite suitable for the rich to use as a jade bed to show off their wealth. However, to be able to use this to build a house, should I say that as expected of Dragons?
"It's just a historical site. Every year, the guards on duty have to deal with a dozen young dragons who try to steal it. These young dragons are willing to do anything for the sake of the upcoming breeding season or to decorate their dragon nests."
Copper Dragon Evelyn naturally accompanied me. After discussing some things, our trust in each other deepened significantly. At the very least, there were many things that I didn't need to intentionally avoid.
This wasn't my first time visiting Dragon City, so I had a certain understanding of the unique existence known as Dragon City.
Dragon City wasn't a gathering place for Dragons. It would be quite rare for even 1% of the Dragon City's residents to reside in Dragon City. Although this sounded inconceivable, it was only natural when considering how large Dragons were and how territorial they were.
Adult dragons would typically have their own territories. They would have magical beasts and intelligent creatures as servants in their territories. They would live like emperors, so why would they come to a city to be a resident?
In the eyes of most Dragons, Dragon City was a government organization that was used by powerful individuals to argue with each other. It was also a temporary market that ordinary dragons used to trade their personal items. In order to avoid being recruited by powerful individuals, they would never choose to report to Dragon City unless it was absolutely necessary.
The Underground Dragon City was similar. However, due to the cruel living environment, the Underground Dragon City's Dragon King's authority was much more centralized. Meanwhile, in the surface Dragon City, even the leaders of the Underground Dragon City were usually all elders, or there was an incomprehensible system of rotating leaders.
However, every social system had its own reason for existing. Actually, such a chaotic and inefficient system was a necessary choice for the Dragons' current system. Every single dragon branch had their own personalities. If you had Copper Dragons represent the Blue Dragons, that would basically be nonsense. It would already be nice if they didn't start fighting each other.
Unlike the Underground Dragon City, which only had Black Dragons and Red Dragons, there were far too many branches in the surface Dragon City. Every branch hoped that someone would represent their interests, so it was only natural that everyone would have the right to speak. Actually, some powerful branches had multiple elders, while some branches had no elders at all. Everything depended on the Dragons' tradition — their fists did the talking.
Since they were far too large, most Dragon City residents would choose to do business in Dragon City in their smaller forms. If they were still unable to transform, they would complete their own transactions outside of Dragon City.
As I strolled through Dragon City, I didn't see many adult dragons. Apart from the Young Dragons that were taken care of by their mothers, the rest were all strange humanoid creatures that had their own draconic might. Elves and humans made up the majority of the population, while beastmen and dwarves were also common. I even saw a few Ogres and Ogres. However, the strange thing was that the Ogres were actually respected by the other Dragons.
"Adult dragons will choose a species' physical appearance as their smaller form. This form's physical appearance and species are unable to be changed. Back when the elves were in power, we often interacted with the elves. Naturally, elven appearances were the most common. This is the era of humans, and most humans are young dragons. As for Ogres …"
The most obvious example would be Little Red and her mother. Little Red's mother was a red-haired elf, while Little Red was a black-haired human.
"Old dragons from the Great Demons' generation? No wonder. "
From a certain standpoint, the physical appearance of Dragon City was a representation of the rise and fall of the various species in the world of Aichy. Seeing that more than 50% of the dragons in Dragon City had elven appearances, I could only sigh at how powerful the elven civilization was. However, I also felt a mysterious sense of sorrow. After all, the ancient Gold Elves who had transformed into Gold Elves always seemed like they were the real deal. It was hard to say whether or not the Gold Elves next to me were the real deal.
That was why even though Harloys still had a calm smile on her face, I wasn't surprised at all by the surging emotions I felt through our soul connection. And so, I secretly patted her on the shoulder.
And when we observe others, we will naturally become the object of observation.
Since we were attending a welcoming party, we didn't bring any attendants with us. Since the Dragons here didn't have the habit of using carriages, we naturally chose to walk as well.
On the way, my God Equipment didn't conceal its elemental fluctuations at all. Not only did it dazzle the dragons' eyes, it also caused quite a few dragons to follow us. Although it was the most basic rule in Dragon City to not have any conflicts, the moment that an outsider left might be the moment that he or she would be robbed.
"They're all young dragons, right?"
"Heh heh, youngsters don't know any better. They'll understand after suffering a few times."
We completely ignored the dragons following us. It was obvious that the ones following us were all young dragons. Apart from the fact that they were about to enter the breeding season and hoped to obtain more wealth in order to decorate their dragon nest and attract more mates, it was also because the older dragons knew that there were people that they could offend and people that they couldn't. Anyone who dared to leave their God Equipment hanging outside wouldn't be afraid of being robbed by others. Not even the Myths or Myths had ever seen such a powerful existence. Even if such an existence seemed weak, how could they possibly be offended?
Suddenly, our vision darkened as a skinny, white-skinned elf transformed into a white dragon right in front of me.
"… Should I say that not all dragons are smart enough? Or should I say that this is as expected of a retarded White Dragon?"
"Dragon descendant! Hand over the treasures in your possession, and I, Lord Hamast, shall become your new master. "
"Oh my, he actually thinks that I'm a half-dragon?"
Dragons were used to using dragon descendants and half-dragons as servants and slaves. That was why ordinary dragon descendants didn't have high statuses among Dragons. It seemed that my Dragon Bloodline aura made him believe that I was a half-dragon who was subservient to true dragons.
I smiled evilly. Then, I saw that someone seemed to intend to go first, but several evil dragons simultaneously jumped out from behind me. There were blue, green, white, and even bright red dragons. It would seem that there were quite a few red dragons sneaking up on the ground.
"You … you little brats, this slave escaped with Lord Hamast's treasures. Do you intend to steal Lord Hamast's treasures?"
The gigantic White Dragon's mouth carried a foul stench as it swept its tail and pushed the group of little dragons away. It seemed that it was actually a rather old Ancient White Dragon. However, the fact that it was able to survive until now without being killed by anyone was probably due to its luck of staying in the Dragon World for such a long time.
Hamast seemed to be quite clever as he directly described this as his master hunting down an escaped slave in order to avoid the unwritten rules of Dragon City. By the time the Dragons' manager arrived, this matter would probably have already been resolved. Not even the victim would be found, and no one would bother making trouble for an Immemorial White Dragon for the sake of a few unfamiliar, low-level dragon descendants.
Seeing that a dispute had occurred here, and that Hamast, who was rather infamous, was involved, the bystanders all started discussing amongst themselves. However, not a single one of them tried to stop this. Instead, they all seemed to be enjoying a good show with all sorts of ill intentions.
"Why aren't they fighting yet?"
"Hamast is probably going to be unlucky this time. He was just punished a few days ago."
"… Isn't that really a God Equipment?"
Some dragons were probably hoping to see the White Dragon fight to the death, while others were prepared to see the White Dragon suffer. Some were even considering the possibility of attacking first. However, no matter how I looked at it, not a single one of them had any kind intentions.
I shook my head as I was becoming less and less fond of Dragons. Although I had never been fond of these large lizards, no matter which species of dragon they were.
"Oh my, you really know how to talk. Evelyn, is this how Dragon City treats its guests? Does he not recognize you? "
"Ha, for Dragons, their human forms are meaningless. He only recognizes the Three-headed Magic Dragon Evelyn. How could he possibly recognize a young Brass Dragon like me?"
"In that case, you don't intend to carry out your duties as an elder?"
"My older sister is an elder, but I'm not. Besides, Roland, don't you just happen to need a monkey to make an example out of? Since he's already jumping around, wouldn't it be bad if I beat him to it? "
I lowered my head and touched my hat. A black light flashed on my staff as I shrugged.
"It's already boring for you to say it out loud. I still want to enjoy this monkey show a little longer."
I looked all around me. The evil dragons seemed to have surrounded us. Their open whispers and malicious intentions made me quite annoyed.
"… How noisy. Law Incantation: Silence! "
The image of a silver-masked man on my mage robe flashed for an instant, and a faint silver light of Law exploded forth like a halo. This was the equivalent of Wumianzhe personally casting a Law Incantation. The entire world was forcefully frozen.
An ordinary Law Incantation's "Law Incantation: Silence" would probably only be able to silence everyone in the court. However, it seemed that the power of my Law Incantation far surpassed my expectations. The result of my divine power strengthening was that this ordinary, first-circle forbidden spell spread throughout the entire Dragon City.
At that instant, the entire world became silent. The malicious words were all gone as the dragons lost the ability to speak. Above Dragon City, the flying dragons lost the ability to spread their wings, causing them to fall down like dumplings. However, the Law Incantation would probably end before they fell to their deaths.
I smiled evilly as I glanced at the panicking Hamast and young dragons.
"Law Incantation: Judgement."
However, this time, it was the light of Judgement. The surrounding dragons who attempted to kill and rob Dragon City were all dyed red. They were criminals who had been caught red-handed by the law enforcers.
"It would seem that Dragon City's public security is quite average."
I could see that there were several large red zones as well. Wumianzhe's divine power had once again caused this low-level Law Incantation to spread throughout the entire city.
No matter how foolish the White Dragon was, Hamast knew that he had run into an iron wall this time. However, before he could do anything, I raised my staff.
"Law Incantation: Judgement …"
"Your Highness Roland, wait a moment …"
It seemed that my Law Incantation had caused such a commotion that it startled the Dragons' elders who were waiting for us. The sight of a group of Dragons running over was quite a shocking sight.
However, I shook my head and directly finished the Law Incantation I was casting.
"Law Incantation: Judgement Strike."
I lightly touched the White Dragon's heel with my black staff. Hamast's gigantic dragon head paused in surprise for a moment before widening his eyes and opening his mouth in disbelief. He looked towards the Dragons' elders for help.
* Bang! *
Hamast didn't even get a chance to scream before his head exploded like a firework. His blood splattered all over the street. Of course, the Dragons' elders' faces were also covered in blood.
I smiled in satisfaction as I looked at their ashen faces.
"Nice to meet you, esteemed elders of the Dragons. I am Roland, Roland Mist. What a delightful welcoming ceremony. You're truly creative to find someone like this to welcome me. "
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