As the Giant Dragon flew over the city, Gwen saw the spectacle of Tarlonde, which was far beyond human civilization.
Melita said that the land lacked variety. As a member of the Tarlonde society, she had obviously been looking at the spectacular scenery for many, many years, so it was normal for her to feel bored. However, for Gwen and others who were seeing Tarlonde for the first time, the scenery of this land was still enough to amaze them.
"Don't get me wrong," Gwen said. "I'm just amazed at your level of development. You may have seen this scenery for many years, but for the various races on the Lolun Continent, this is still an unattainable height."
"It's spectacular and unbelievably prosperous," Veronica said, breaking the silence. The Saintess sighed sincerely. "The capital of Gondor may be comparable to this, but the prosperity of Gondor is only in one city, while the prosperity of Tarlonde is spread across the entire continent."
She paused for a moment, deliberating for a few words before she continued, "So I don't understand why such a powerful race like you are willing to stay dormant in this northernmost continent. You just said that the Dragons are not born to like the harsh environment of the Arctic, and the living conditions of the Lolun Continent are obviously much more comfortable for you. You don't even have to spend the effort to build an ecological dome."
This was an obvious, but somewhat strange fact. The Giant Dragon was undoubtedly powerful. Even without considering their powerful civilization, the Dragons themselves were powerful enough to easily occupy the entire world. However, the fact was that they did not do so. They had been holed up in the northernmost world for millions of years. Therefore, the "weak races" like humans, elves, and dwarves occupied the world with the best living conditions, and the Giant Dragon … had even become a creature in a story.
Veronica found this "low profile" unbelievable. She did not think that the Dragons' "self-discipline" and "self-isolation" could be explained by some kind of "noble spirit".
Upon hearing Veronica's question, Melita fell into a brief silence. After a few seconds, she shook her head and said, "You're right. Logically speaking, a race like ours does have the ability to rule this world. Under such circumstances, the native civilizations on other continents would not have the chance to develop … But we can't do that. The Supreme Council and the Senate have strictly prohibited the Dragons from interfering with the development of other continents. Even our gods don't allow us to do so.
"As for the deeper reason? Then I don't know. I'm one of the younger members of the Dragons. Although I have some status … I'm not at the level where I can come into contact with the will of the higher-ups.
"But if you are really curious, especially if you, Gwen, are curious … perhaps you can ask our god directly. He may give you some answers. After all, you are a guest invited by him. "
Gawain simply grunted. Most of his attention was focused on the scenery of Tarlund, and he was carefully observing and trying to gather information about the country. He was trying to sort out and infer some useful information about the dragon civilization from the breathtaking, beautiful, and incredible scenery, because everything here was too different from what he had imagined.
Melita drew an arc in the night sky. She began to fly over the city and toward a mountain not far away. There were tall palaces and castles on the mountain. Halfway up the mountain, there were many houses that were smaller than the palaces. Those houses seemed to spread all the way from the city at the foot of the mountain. They were also brightly lit.
As she flew over a floating light in the air, a huge holographic image suddenly appeared in the sight of Gwen and others. In the holographic image, a red Giant Dragon swept across the sky. It took a deep breath and then breathed out a shocking flame below the image. Another Giant Dragon flew from below the image, rose into the air, and danced with the red dragon in the air. Then, a pleasant and soothing voiceover sounded in the image. However, Gwen could not understand what the voiceover was saying. It was the ancient Giant Dragon language. Apparently, it had nothing to do with the modern common language of the Loren Continent.
"Damn it …" Melita seemed to be startled by the sudden appearance of the holographic image. Her flying posture tilted a little. After she adjusted herself, she immediately muttered, "Can't they control the number of roadside advertisements …"
"Is this an advertisement?" Gwen asked curiously. "What did the voiceover say?"
"Ah … It's an advertisement for some kind of breath enhancer. After injection, it can make your breath sweet orange. There are a variety of fruit-flavored options," Melita said casually. "In my opinion, it's useless. Most of the time, our breath is used to deal with enemies and barbecue. Obviously, these two targets will not care if the dragon breath is sweet orange or strawberry flavored …"
Gwen and Amber were dumbfounded at the same time.
Veronica, in the midst of her confusion, asked, "… Why is there such a thing in the world?"
"There may be a lot of things in Tarlonde that you don't understand, but the reason why you don't understand is mostly because there are too many misleading contents in the legends of the Giant Dragon in the human world. But if you treat us as a race that needs a normal life and social interaction like you, maybe you won't be so surprised by things that don't fit your imagination," Melita said with a hint of a smile. "I think you can understand what I mean."
"I understand … although it's still a bit weird." Gwen thought for a moment and nodded. He did understand what Melita meant. The Dragons of Tarlonde were a living civilization, so there must be a lot of colorful content in their daily life. Some of these content may not seem so "Giant Dragon", and some not so "legendary", but it was because of this that they built a real Giant Dragon society.
The real Giant Dragon would not do nothing but lie in the castle pile of gold coins and count money like in the legends. No doubt, that would make any sane intelligent creature go crazy from boredom. And to be honest … they may not have that much gold …
After all, from some clues, Melita, the Giant Dragon, did not seem to have much money. She loved money but did not have it. Maybe this was the real Giant Dragon.
Right at this moment, Hu Po, who had been busy looking around since the beginning, suddenly asked curiously, "Right, where are we going next?"
"Let's go to the mountain in front. Do you see the palace with the dome? That's the headquarters of the Council. The Mithril Vault is a department under the name of the Council, so that's where I usually report. "Melita looked up and said," In Tarlonde, the Senate is responsible for handling the internal affairs of the Dragons, and the Council is responsible for handling the information from the 'outside'. So this time, the Council is responsible for the reception of the foreign guests. The president and the high-ranking senators have already prepared a welcoming ceremony there. We will directly land on the upper platform of the headquarters. Then, we will see what the president has to do. "
Amber nodded and looked up at the sky again. "Sigh, I'm really not used to this place … I look at the sky full of stars, and I feel like I should find a place to sleep after landing …"
"For the next few months, it will be night here. Now, if we convert it to Cecil time, it should be noon," Melita said with a smile. "Ah … for outsiders, it's really hard to get used to."
After that, the flight did not take much time. With Amber's explanation and Melita's tireless explanation, Gwen saw the building with the dome and gorgeous palace walls on the mountain in front of him. He saw a part of the outer wall of the building slowly open under the action of a large mechanical device, and a large landing platform appeared at the end of the hill. There were lights and shadows swaying on the edge of the platform. Melita went straight to the platform.
During the landing process, Gwen was subconsciously nervous. It was not only because of the psychological trauma of the plane crash in his previous life, but also because of the strange situation that he had experienced not long ago. More than once, he had witnessed Miss Melita's shocking landing method.
But in the end, Miss Melita landed smoothly in the middle of the circular platform. The three people on the back of the Giant Dragon did not even feel much shaking.
"We're here." The agent said casually as she lowered one of the dragon's wings to form a gentle ramp beside her.
Gwen breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that even Miss Melita Pânia could not crash twice in one flight …
Then he walked towards the dragon's wings that acted as a ramp. At the same time, he saw the figures standing on the edge of the landing platform. He could not recognize Tarlonde's official costume or ceremonial procession, but at least from the neat formation of the support team and the Giant Dragon guards on both sides of the platform, he could see that Tarlonde's Dragons were very respectful to him, a guest personally invited by the gods.
The Giant Dragon might not necessarily appreciate a human king, but they were obviously more in awe of the gods' orders.
Gwen walked along the "ramp" to the platform. Veronica followed behind him demurely and elegantly. Even Amber stopped laughing the moment she stepped out. She put on a serious expression and strict manner and followed Gwen with her short legs. Even if she was the shame of all things, she knew that she had to protect the face of the "human representative" at this time.
Although she was not human.
When Gwen and his party left the dragon's back, a classical music that had never appeared in the human world played.
When Gwen stepped down from Melita's dragon wings and set his first foot on the platform, the leader of the welcoming team stepped forward at the same time and led a few followers to welcome him.
In the direction of the connecting passageway, the dragons that were in charge of guarding or guarding the door let out a uniform, low roar. Meanwhile, above the other building opposite the platform, a large number of lights began to surge as if they were breathing. Above the building, words of welcome were projected using the common language of the human world.
It was a very solemn welcoming ceremony, but Gwen could not help but feel a little strange. Since entering the continent of Tarlonde, a similar strange feeling kept surging in his mind from various aspects. And to really pinpoint where this strange feeling came from … it could only be said that these Giant Dragons were really not the Giant Dragon he imagined, and this Giant Dragon Kingdom was also not the Giant Dragon Kingdom he imagined …
But he hid these emotional changes well in his heart and maintained a calm and smiling expression on his face. He walked towards the old man who took the initiative to welcome him, and the latter stood about two meters in front of Gwen.
The old Giant Dragon who was in human form was wearing a pale golden robe made of unknown material. The skin on his forehead was embedded with many silver-white diamond-shaped metal pieces. There was a glimmer emerging from the gaps of the metal pieces, and some of the light spread along the old man's face and finally concentrated in his right eye socket. Gwen looked carefully and found that the eye was actually a prosthetic eye. He saw an obvious mechanical structure in the eyeball, and the focus of the pupil was constantly adjusting!
… Implanted mechanical modification?
Gwen could not help but be stunned for a moment. Then he noticed a Giant Dragon who was in charge of guarding the edge of the platform. He saw an obvious mechanical structure in the dragon's jaw, and something like a pipe extended from the back of the dragon's head all the way to the shoulder blade. The characteristic of flesh and machine fusion was exposed directly to everyone's eyes without any concealment.
Words immediately popped up in his mind. What the hell is this?
Where did this Cyber- Giant Dragon come from?!
It was fine that this bunch of Giant Dragon lived in a dense city full of light pollution and giant factories, but why did they bring parts to their bodies?!
Gwen had always felt that the magical industrial revolution he created in this magical medieval world had led to the wrong style of the world. But ever since he came to Tarlonde, he began to doubt himself in this regard, and it was only now that his doubts finally reached its peak. He suddenly realized that in terms of style, he was not as good as this bunch of Giant Dragon who had been trapped on this planet for millions of years …
After a brief moment of astonishment, he actually felt a sense of relief for no apparent reason.
From today onwards, he finally did not have to worry about whether he had led the wrong style of this world.
In terms of style, he was not as bad as this bunch of Cyber- dragons …
At that moment, the old man with the mechanical eye extended his hand to Gwen, and his voice also interrupted Gwen's thoughts that were running wild. "Welcome to Tarlonde, the legendary hero of the human world, His Majesty Gwen Cecil. I am the Supreme Council of the Tarlonde Council. You can call me Andal."
(A friendly recommendation for a book, 'The Legend of the Spirit Monument'. It's a game. The author is my fan. How should I say this … The author's tenacity in serializing this book reminded me of my days of writing single-player games, so I have to give him some encouragement. Everyone can go and support him.)
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