Chapter 105: The Death Ultimatum and the Legendary Arrival

"Have you heard?"

"What?"

"The Earl of Dorne has been defeated! The entire city of Dorne has fallen into the hands of an evil dragon!"

"Huh? What foolishness are you talking about! A dragon that takes over a city? Isn't that a story only found in novels and books?"

"This is reality! Did you forget that not long ago? It says that a dragon with his evil dependents is running rampant throughout the kingdom of Lain! That's the evil dragon I'm talking about!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't be ridiculous!"

"I'm not joking! You don't know, that evil dragon, at that time, was heading for Count Dorn.

When Count Dorn discovered it, he also led his own army and broke out into a vicious battle with the evil dragon, but unfortunately, it was no match for it!

A whole army of more than 10,000 people, as well as nearly two dozen senior professionals, were defeated! It's horrible!"

"This ... can't be right ... If that's true, just how powerful is that evil dragon's evil power?"

"A thousand percent true! My friend! I heard all this from a soldier who survived that war by a fluke! He lives next door to me now!"

"Oh! It's frightening to think that that evil dragon won't attack us later, isn't it?"

Inside a somewhat dimly lit tavern, several large men with full beards spoke loudly as they sipped their ale.

The people around them smiled with interest, and many of them moved their stools and moved over.

One of the men, also full of beards, rubbed his shoulder against the man who had just spoken and said.

"Hey! That evil dragon you speak of is really something! By the way, do you know what his name is?"

"Of course I do! The dragon's name is Rand Sapphius Oakburn!"

"Rand Sapphis Oakburn? Why does that name sound so familiar?"

"Idiot! Have you forgotten what happened in the Hessian Kingdom, in the city of Grimm, not long ago? An evil dragon invaded there just to pick up a young spellcaster named Yakus!

On his way out, that dragon even called for dependents from the whole city!"

"Ah! I remember! That's the dragon! What a horror! Not only did he take a city, but he was so arrogant! He has no regard for the kingdom!"

Many drinkers sighed, some cringed at this, some felt indifferent to it, but others were envious.

What kind of power did it take to do such an amazing thing?

Creak~

The somewhat dilapidated wooden door of the tavern was pushed open.

A figure clad in a black cloak stepped into the tavern, the hood on his head hid his features, but he didn't look too tall, and his more 'slim' stance allowed many experienced people to instantly tell that the other person was a woman.

"Can you repeat the name of the evil dragon, please?"

The figure had just entered and spoke directly, in a somewhat low, raspy voice, but indeed the voice of a woman.

"Rand Sapphis Oakburn."

"Rand that's a familiar name ... you say he occupies the city of Dorne?"

"That's right! What, you want to go over and join him?"

A strong man dressed as an adventurer looked the black cloaked man up and down, in their eyes, where would the average person need to be dressed like that.

This was clearly something that some dark races, to hide their identity, would do.

"You ... say he is an evil dragon, so what about the kind of dragon in the five-coloured dragon?"

The man in the cloak asked again.

"Hey! That's a hard one to tell! I heard from that brother next door to me that that dragon was very odd looking, black scales on his back, red scales on his chest and belly, and his whole belly, glowing red all the time, his eyes were also red, and his neck was very short, very different from the usual five-coloured dragons in the talking books!"

"Is it really him? How can this ... ... not be possible! He should only be ten years old now, so how could he possess strength strong enough to take over a city of earls?

And if the dependents are too powerful, how can they listen to him? It can't be!"

The cloaked man muttered, seeming to know quite a lot about the evil dragon named Rand Sapphis Oakburn.

The others couldn't help but look at each other as they listened to the cloaked man's words.

"Must go and make sure!"

The black robed man said, turning and pushing away from the tavern!

Talks such as this tavern abounded throughout the Kingdom of Lain, the Kingdom of Hessen, and then radiated out to the surrounding area at a great speed.

As a result, this evil dragon, named Rand Safis Oakburn, was given titles such as [The most evil dragon since a century], [The Abyssal Demon Dragon with Red Eyes], [The Kingdom Destroyer], [The Great Lord of the Evil Dragon], and so on.

There are even rumours that a number of places have circulated a text about this evil dragon!

As well as stage plays!

Rand Sapphius Oakburn became the template for the evil dragon in the books! All adventurers fantasize about defeating this dragon and becoming famous!

If he could do so, perhaps he could marry the princess of a kingdom?

............

And at this moment, the Kingdom of Lane.

In a gilded palace.

A middle-aged man with a crown on his head and a refined appearance was sitting high on the throne.

He was the king of the Kingdom of Laing.

Below him, there was a large group of people, including ruling officials, nobles, and even professional officials who relied on their strength to rise to the top.

They kept coming forward, telling of the viciousness of the dragon's attack on the city of Dorne and asking the king to be able to send troops to conquer it.

His Majesty's brow was locked in a frown, and only after half a second did he say.

"It is not an easy task to crush that dragon! We have just learned from the mouths of the soldiers who have just fled back to the capital about the strength of that evil dragon.

To be able to defeat an army of 10,000 people with the strength of a single dragon, and to break the Ninth Ring Final Judgement spell head-on, such strength is undoubtedly legendary.

Our country still has a full year to go before the return of Lord Law Sage, and if only Lord Sword Sage is sent there alone, I am afraid it will be extremely difficult to defeat that evil dragon."

"Your Majesty! There are still dozens of Archmages and nearly 100,000 troops in the royal capital! It's just a mere evil dragon, we ..."

"Shut up! His Majesty has his own judgement! Why do you need to interfere? A legendary evil dragon is a mere evil dragon in your mouth? You are really something!"

In the palace, a consul was about to say something when he was reprimanded by a professional official.

"What else should we do? Should we let that evil dragon do whatever he wants? And what if he continues to attack other cities afterwards?"

"That too will have to wait for His Majesty to make a decision!"

The group of officials argued, their voices getting louder and louder.

The king sitting on the throne was looking more and more uncomfortable, and was about to become angry.

Suddenly, a well-dressed and rather old nobleman stepped forward.

"Gentlemen! Please be quiet, this is Your Majesty>.

I have a word for you, and perhaps you can listen to it."

The nobleman spoke and all at once the others fell silent as they looked towards him and saw him speak slowly.

"Gentlemen! Do you know what day is in thirty days?"

"Thirty days from now?"

The men were stumped for a moment and immediately responded.

"Thirty days from now ... That, isn't that the day when the Lord Saint Ambassador will come to make his rounds!?"

Suddenly, the crowd erupted in shock.

"That's right! That's the day when the Central Continent, the holy ambassador of the Temple of the Morning Sun comes to make his rounds and our country makes offerings to the temple as per the columns!

Gentlemen! Since the founding of our country, we have been paying tribute to the Temple every year, without fail, for hundreds of years! This sincerity, I think the holy ambassador of the temple should also be able to feel it.

So ..."

"You mean, let the holy ambassador make a move?" Someone said in shock.

"Of course! The Holy Ambassador, being the messenger of God and a symbol of justice, I don't think he would refuse this little request! As soon as he arrives, we can make this request, don't you think?"

"A being worthy to be called the right hand of the kingdom! The wisdom of the Count! We are impressed!"

"Ha ha ha! Yes! This is a good idea! Worthy of my right hand!"

The king and the ministers were overjoyed.

Nearly three weeks later.

Hundreds of kilometres away, Rand gained an unexpected harvest!

"[Fame] 2, [Fame] 3.

You defeated Dorn's army of 10,000 men, took over a count's territory and arrogantly invaded the city of Grimm to put down your bravado in a way that went viral!

Millions of people were shocked by your evil, powerful ways!

They were frightened and afraid that you would do something even worse!

You have become synonymous with the dragon! The embodiment of evil! There are countless heroes, adventurers and fantasies of slaying you!

But equally, there are many who worship you as the embodiment of evil! The evil dragon that will change the world!

You have gained a new potential!

Potential +2! Potential +3!"

Next moment physical growth: 39!

Opening his eyes, Rand awoke from his sleep, recalling the dream, he didn't feel surprised.

It was only that he regretted not unlocking the higher level of [Fame] 4.

If he had broken 40, he might have been able to unlock a new talent, and his strength would have improved again!

But a 39 physique is just exaggerated enough, and now he doesn't even know how much more he will grow ...

Of course it would only take a few months to verify that!

Rand moved his body a little and a piece of gintare and silver rabble clinked pleasantly underneath him with the constant clanging!

He enjoyed the sound immensely and wriggled his body for a few moments more before rising from the ground.

He craned his neck and gazed at the city that bore his name.

At the moment, the streets were coming back to life, many people were walking around, and some factories were open, and there were human beings in some of the vegetable patches and fields.

After two weeks of excess, the city has returned to normal.

Only when the city was back to normal could he, as lord of the city, continue to extract value from the people.

It was an excellent start.

Thanks to the efforts of Fiona, Ed and the rest of the dependents.

Night and day, they prowled around the city and killed some of the outlaws, which reassured the folk.

Rand was pleased with the recent performance of the two dragon cubs.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but scan around again, he saw the little black dragon wandering the air looking for criminals, but the little female dragon was nowhere to be seen.

It was only after a long moment that he saw, through the exit of a narrow, obscured alleyway, the little female dragon slowly flying out of it, and at the moment, with a satisfied smile on her face.

Hmm! I guess it was the dragon's nature to feel happy about killing a criminal?

Just as Rand was thinking this, the little female dragon turned around and saw Rand looking at her from two kilometres away, and at this moment, the little female dragon shivered, and her scales involuntarily opened slightly.

"What's this guy doing so nervous?"

Rand froze, staring at the little female dragon with a deadly stare.

The little female dragon's body trembled more and more, and she immediately flew towards Rand, after which she said with some caution.

"Rand ... did you ... see that?"

Her head hung a little low, making it possible to see no expression.

"What did I see?" Rand wondered.

"!"

The little female dragon shuddered.

"It's just that ... it's just that ... I just met a bad woman adventurer who was robbing other people, and I couldn't resist when I saw how fresh and delicious she looked ... "

The little female dragon did not continue, but Rand understood what the other meant, and said.

"Oh! So that's what you're talking about! Be careful next time! Don't think I was joking about that evil god I told you about years ago!"

Rand only gave a faint warning and didn't pay much attention to it.

"Oh! Oh! I will Rand! Don't worry about it, I won't dare in the future."

The little she-dragon pursed her lips, seeming to hold something back, with a somewhat controlled look of joy on her face.

Rand only assumed it was because he didn't blame her.

"Master! Master! It's not good! That Dorn, is dying of hunger!"

Inside the castle, a dracon ran out, yelling so loudly that Rand could hear it clearly from a hundred metres away, which made him turn his head and look at the dracon.

"Starving to death? That shouldn't be right! The portion of food I gave him was definitely about right for a normal person!"

Rand was a little puzzled and puzzled.

"How can this man starve to death when a man gets three loaves of black bread a day?"

"Master! From our experience, a big warrior like Dorn, who is strong in his own right, eats far more than the average man, and he's still badly injured ..."

The dracon explained cautiously.

"The bloody bastard! Three pieces of black bread and he's still not satisfied? What kind of digestion is he doing? Did everything he ate slip out of his intestines?"

Rand couldn't help cursing, and suddenly froze.

"Slipped out of his intestines? Well ... has come in handy for this bastard lately, hasn't it?"

Rand asked coldly, looking stricken.

"Uh ... sure did." The dragon man giggled back.

"Tsk! Well, isn't that something? What a waste of time! If that's not enough, feed him with yours! What a bargain for him! He's wasted! And he can still cheat me out of food and drink! Where else could he have been treated like this?"

Rand cursed.

The dragon man, on the other hand, looked stunned, but didn't dare to say anything more and immediately went to work.

The little female dragon, on the other hand, showed a face of admiration, as expected of Rand! You're so clever! There was a way to save money!

The castle, the ground room, the grey light, was the place where the elves were originally kept.

But the Count of Dorn was lying on the floor with a weakened breath, unable to move at all, but he was still conscious.

He pondered how long it had been since he had last met his master, and even more so how long it would be before his next meeting with him.

It should be soon, he had provided a lot of all the materials for his master's research, and if he was missing, his master would be angry.

And then, it would be the death of that damned evil dragon!

At the thought, the corners of Count Dorn's mouth rose gently, and he! would be waiting for this evil dragon in the abyss or in hell!

The stampede.

The sound of rather dense footsteps now resounded in the basement.

Count Dorn craned his head with difficulty to see a large monster, with several smaller ones, slowly walking down with several plates.

Seeing this, Count Dorn smiled and said.

"It seems! That evil dragon couldn't let me die after all! How dare he ask you to give me more food?

That's good! I will live! I will live! And see his death with my own eyes!"

"Ah! Yes! As you like."

The dragon man said dryly, looking stricken.

Count Dorn was uncertain, but watched them approach until they crouched down and lifted him up, looking at the contents of the plate.

The Earl of Dorne's eyes were suddenly bloodshot!

He erupted into a terrifying roar, "Damn it! What have you brought here! Get out! Get the hell out of here!"

He roared, and his body struggled even harder, slamming into the dragon man in an attempt to knock the object out of his hands.

But his strength was too weak for a mere invalid.

The dragon man didn't move at the impact, but instead, with some displeasure, gestured for the dragon fish man to put the plate down, and then held Count Dorn down and forced his mouth open!

Finally, at the other man's horrified look, he said indifferently.

"Did you not want to watch my Lord die? Then eat well! At least you can't die first yourself, can you?"

And with that, the draconian picked up a spoonful with a wooden spoon and shoved it into Count Dorn's mouth!

In no time at all, the entire cellar erupted in a horrible howl!

Outside the castle.

Rand was on the ground and seemed to be able to faintly hear the screams coming from underground.

He smiled heartily and said, "It seems that our Count Dorn, was pleasantly surprised by my hospitality."

"Ugh?"

The little female dragon was a little puzzled off to the side; she hadn't heard anything.

Another day later.

It was still at the castle of Rand's Castle.

The terrain was wide and perfect for a dragon of Rand's enormous size to live here for the time being.

But it was different from yesterday.

At the moment Rand is looking straight ahead with a serious look on his face, with two dragon cubs and a number of dependents at his side.

And directly in front of him, there were almost a total of hundreds of creatures of all races.

There were orcs, ogres, grey-iron dwarves, dark elves, half-orcs, trolls, centaurs, and humans.

There were more and less of these races.

Rand sized them up carefully, and they sized Rand up, too, with a vague hint of admiration in their gaze.

These, all of them, were guys who were attracted by Rand's notoriety.

Many people might not understand what exactly is the use of a villain having a reputation.

Just as when a hero has fame, followers will appear.

The same is true of villains, whose evil deeds attract the same villains.

"Your intentions are known to me, and I am sure that you are all villains from everywhere who have come to me, some seeking refuge, others in the pursuit of truth with me!

But, I, under Rand Safis Oakburn, do not take in useless waste.

Therefore, you might as well introduce yourselves! What are your specialties, what are your strengths, what are your exploits, what evil deeds you have done.

Well, let's start with you orcs."

Rand said at the end, pointing a claw at a green-faced orc.

"Oh! It is our pleasure! The great kingdom destroyer! The red-eyed demon dragon of the Abyss!"

The orc, immediately, said respectfully.

"The Kingdom Destroyer? The Red-Eyed Abyssal Demon Dragon? Oh! Looks like I hold quite a few titles, not bad."

Rand sniffed and nodded slightly happily.

"How cool is that! Kingdom Destroyer! Not bad for Rand! I'm sure it won't be long before the whole kingdom is destroyed under your claws Rand!"

The little female dragon roared with glee.

"Enough of that for now, orcs, introduce yourself."

"Yes! Destroyer of kingdoms! My name is Shattered Rock-Cracked Bone, and I led several of my brothers to rob passing travelers in the Kingdom of Lain, near the city of Dork, and once killed a squad of eight adventurers.

The adventurer squad had a bounty on us there, me and a few of my brothers ..."

"Wait ... you said bounty? How many of you, in total, are worth?" Rand suddenly interrupted a few of the orcs and asked.

"Oh, a total of 10 gintals worth." The orc returned nervously.

He didn't notice that the three-headed dragon's eyes, all lit up for that moment.

"Hmm! Not bad! Not bad! Not a bad bounty, and I believe not a bad strength either?"

"Me and a few brothers, I think we're all level 7-8 by human standards."

"That's good! I need talents like you among my dependents! Keep up the good work and try to make the bounty bigger and stronger! I have my eye on you all!"

Rand nodded to the few orcs, and then looked to the few dragons on the side.

The draconians understood what Rand meant and immediately took out some mushrooms and strange grasses from a chest by their side.

No other than that, they were the seedlings of dragon head mushrooms and dragon scale grass.

Previously, Dragon Island had to breed a large group of fishermen, and in fact by the time the three-year period was almost up, those things were almost depleted.

But after three weeks in the city of Rand, there was enough time to produce a new batch.

At the moment, in the area where Rand lives, within an area of about 300 metres, there are already a lot of dragonhead mushroom and dragon scale grass seedlings growing.

It was much faster than on the island.

Rand knew that this was due to his own physical growth and his own strength, which was much higher than even three years ago.

"Come and eat this!"

Rand ordered, pointing to the dragon head mushroom.

"Oh!"

This orc was naive, and without asking much, he just took the stuff and swallowed it.

Looking to the side, quite a few people from other races had cold sweat rubbing off on them.

Was it really good to eat something that you didn't understand like this?

"How does it feel?" Rand asked.

"It feels good, all warm and fuzzy." The orc grinned.

"Mmm!"

Rand nodded as he gently swept over the clans present, many of whom had hesitation on their faces.

Then he said, "Do you know what I have just given Shattered Rock-Cracked Bone to eat?"

"Respected Lord Demon Dragon, please forgive us for not knowing."

"It's a wonderful thing, look at this one ye, and guess what race he is?" Rand said and pointed to the dragon man beside him.

The races looked at the dragon man's rather large body, covered in scales.

One of the dark elves, cautiously, said, "A descendant of dragon blood, I think? The offspring of a combination of human and dragon?"

"Wrong! He is a human! A purebred human!" Rand laughed.

"A purebred human? Are you ... you kidding us?" The people of the clans were in disbelief.

"Hummmmmmm, you explain it to them." Rand barked at the draconian.

Then he let the dragon man explain.

After spending a few moments, these people from all the tribes, finally understood the cause and effect.

This time, they were excited!

They didn't expect to find a random boss who was planning to make a living, but this boss was unexpectedly generous, actually giving them such precious magical ingredients to consume?

This kind of effect might be comparable to dragon's blood, right?

This is really great!

The people of the clans were all excited.

They also worked even harder in the presentation afterwards.

Rand understood where these guys came from, all of them were bad seeds who had done evil, and one of them had a big history!

A man from the Dragon Cult!

Legend has it that the Dragon Worshipers were founded by Samast, a great sorcerer who was extremely powerful and had clashed with the gods.

This church worshipped dragons as if they were gods.

To be more precise, they worshipped the immortal undead dragons in the extreme.

The powerful undead dragons with infinite lifespan were seen by them as being similar to gods.

Afterwards, under this premise, the true dragons who could transform into undead dragons were naturally also looked upon by them.

In contrast to the metal dragons, they were more attracted to the five-coloured dragons, a group of evil dragon species.

The metal dragons are rarely transformed into undead dragons, and although the five-coloured dragons constantly cursed the undead dragons as a disgrace to the dragon race when they were young, there were always some bottomless dragons who would agree to be transformed when their life expectancy was near.

It is for this reason that this dragon worshipping mage has set his sights on Rand.

And of course, because Rand is so powerful, he is an excellent partner for the dragon worshippers.

When they helped the true dragons who were not dragon wizards, they mostly started with a cooperative relationship.

Therefore, if Rand accepted their help, then perhaps later on, when the other side was in danger, they would need to lend a small helping hand.

Or, in secret, be used by them to do something he didn't know about by using his reputation ...

"Bastard of the Dragon Worship Cult, are you underestimating Rand? You think he needs to turn into a lowly dragon witch demon?"

The little female dragon glared at the dragon worshipper with a scowl.

Rand, on the other hand, did not say a word as he stepped aside.

"Do not be so angry, great Lord of the True Dragons! If you do not wish to accept my services, I can leave at once."

The dragon worshipper said calmly.

"Hurry up and get lost! My brother Rand, in the future, is a dragon who will become a true god! How can a lowly dragon witch demon compare to my brother?" The little female dragon shouted.

"Shut up! Fiona!"

Rand glanced faintly at the little dragoness, who shut her mouth.

"Dragon worshippers, I accept your services and will send someone to inform you when you are needed."

The Dragon worshippers immediately looked happy at his words, "I am honoured to serve you! Your Excellency the True Dragon!"

After saying this, this worshipper's body flashed and he appeared tens of metres away, before disappearing in several consecutive flashes.

This was an extremely strong archmage.

With just this hand, everyone present could conclude.

Rand, on the other hand, showed a hint of surprise at this. He was even more certain that such a commodity would come in handy later!

Although he also had a few Archmages on his hands, they were all currently in a state of demon loss, and the bottom line was that even if they recovered, they were not really very reliable.

If he were forced to bind them with a slave contract, he would have no one to use under him.

The slave contract, in Rand's view, was not a convenient thing.

He had many restrictions.

First of all, in order to be enslaved, one's own mental power must be equal to that of the other, at least not less than half.

After that, if one forcibly enslaves the other party, one must also always be careful of the other party's backlash and must divide a portion of one's spiritual power to be on guard at all times, which will have some impact on one's own battle power.

All these reasons also made Rand not very interested in such things.

Of course, one of the bigger reasons was still that up until now, he hadn't met anyone that he had to get even if he had to use the slave contract.

The job fair was sort of over for the day.

In one go, over two hundred dependents were added, of which the strength ranged from level 2-13, and of course, that dragon worshipper additionally.

Overall, it was still quite good, and it would more or less come in handy in the future when they were completely dragonified.

With this judgement in his mind, Rand dismissed them and sent them off to work with the dragons.

At the moment, he had already learnt all the new spells he had started from Yakus three weeks ago, and it would probably take him less than five or six days to finish them.

By then he would have to avenge Yakus and kill the vicious mother and son who had 'plotted' to take Yakus's title.

But by then, the vicious mother and son will surely 'compel' the soldiers who originally belonged to Yakus.

Yes! That's right! Those soldiers belonged to Marcus! And now they belong to me! They are all my property! And so are the people!

Wouldn't it be a great loss if I were to kill them under the spell of that wicked mother and son?

No!

I can't take that loss! I must inform my property!

Yes! They must be informed in advance, so that they are not prepared when the time comes.

Rand pondered for a moment and came up with an idea.

..........

A few days later.

The Marquis of Milne's territory.

The exclusive city belonging to the Marquis of Mien, Mien City.

It was a huge city with a population of nearly 200,000, prosperous and full of vitality.

On the edge of the city, near the castle, there is a luxurious manor house.

It is inhabited by a group of beautiful maids who, dressed in revealing clothes, constantly wander around the estate to serve only one person.

This man, naturally, is now the Marquis of Meon, Yakus' former elder brother!

As Marquis, he was the most powerful man in the whole city, but as a man who became Marquis at a young age, thanks to his mother's connections.

He didn't have much real power.

The whole city of Meon was run under his mother's operation.

He didn't care much for this, but instead, as he grew older, the Marquis of Mien, now twenty-eight years old.

The more he cared about the beautiful opposite sex, the more he subsequently had such an estate.

And every midday, the Marquis of Milne would come here to play and frolic a little.

Today, he was no exception, but he had just entered the manor and arrived at the courtyard, ready to play in the sun with a group of beautiful maids.

Then he saw a black-robed man in the courtyard.

This gave him a fright.

The two senior professionals beside him also immediately protected him one after the other.

"Come on people! Come on, someone! There's an assassin! Someone protect me now!"

Marquis Milne shouted, and the nearly 100 guards outside the manor, immediately sprang into action.

But the black-robed man, unperturbed, turned around and said gently.

"There is no need to be alarmed, Marquis, I will not do anything against you, in fact, you have two experts protecting you, and I cannot do anything at all."

At these words, the Marquis of Milne's expression relaxed considerably at once, and his boldness gradually returned as he said.

"Then you appear here! What do you want to do?"

"I was entrusted by someone, oh! No! I was asked by the dragon to give you an ultimatum." The black robed man said.

"A dragon?"

The Marquis of Myn's heart thumped, always feeling that something was not good.

Especially since he had heard rumours of a certain dragon just a short while ago.

"A dragon named Rand Sapphis Oakburn."

"Damn! Are you ... you kidding me?" Marquis Milne's face hardened for a moment.

By this time, the guards outside had all arrived.

Marquis Mion did not want to listen to any more nonsense from the black-robed man in front of him, and immediately gave the order to attack the black-robed man.

As a result, several of the guards approached and thrust their swords through, but they simply missed!

This caused all of them to be shocked!

"What's going on here?"

"Marquis Milne! I'm afraid this is a shadow retention technique! This black-robed man, who had come to the manor long ago, subsequently cast a shadow retention spell, which would automatically activate the shadow retention spell as soon as you arrived.

All the words of this black-robed man in front of you were set in advance! He is not even here in person! Our attacks are naturally ineffective too!"

Someone offered an explanation.

The Marquis of Mien, while relieved, felt he had been tricked again, and his face was suffocated in blood red!

Instead, at that moment, the black-robed man spoke again.

"My dear Marquis! Don't be angry, after all, you have two senior professionals with you and over a hundred guards, so how dare a little man like me meet you?

You must not be angry with me.

I have been sent by Rand Safis Oakburn to inform you.

I have come to take his place and give you an ultimatum of death, advising you to be able to relieve yourself.

You may be wondering why he would give such an ultimatum when you do not know him at all.

I heard from Lord Rand that he has a caster under him named Yakus, who was once your brother, and he believes that Yakus is the rightful owner of Meon and that you are nothing more than an impostor.

He will help Yakus to take back everything that was his.

And, he told me to advise all those who are on the side of the Marquis of Milne that if they do not want to die, they had better not listen to the Marquis of Milne after two days! Hide as far away as you can ..."

"Damn it! What are you babbling about!"

The Marquis of Mien was furious, snatched the sword from one side of the guard and slashed at the black robed man!

Naturally, the sword also struck a blank.

The black-robed man's words continued.

"You are still very young, old and young at the top, it is not wise to sacrifice yourselves for this unorthodox and inferior bloodline ..."

The more he said, the more angry the Marquis of Mien became, and he found himself surrounded by guards, each with a strange face at the moment, he wanted to cut them all down, but in the end he held his tongue.

Then, on reflection, a cold sweat began to trickle down his back!

He! Afraid!

If what this black-robed man said was true, and Yakus had defected to that evil dragon, his ... own death was certain!

The information that came in a while ago said that this dragon was a legend!

If this kind of strength, if he is bent on killing him, who can protect him!

When he thought of this, and the possibility of his death, the young Marquis of Milne fell to the ground.

After a long moment, he shouted angrily, "Quickly! Help me up! Take me to my mother! She must have a way to save me!"

A few moments later.

Mother and son gathered together, and Mien's mother's face changed as she listened carefully to everything her son had said, before saying after half a second.

"Send someone to the royal capital! Have someone ask the Lord of Swords! He is the only one who can save us!"

After Mien's mother had made this decision, they received another piece of very bad news.

I heard that throughout the city, there were now rumours going around that the young Marquis of Mien was not the rightful one and that Yakus had defected to the evil dragon and would attack.

For a while, the whole city was on edge.

At this moment, several knights in griffins also flew out of the city of Meon, heading for the royal capital.

A day later.

The royal capital.

A huge dirigible covered in blue light slowly landed in a specially built open space in the city centre.

It was surrounded by dozens of nobles, including the King, officials and senior professionals.

As the dirigible came to a steady stop, it descended a flight of steps.

A middle-aged man in solid gold and yellow knight's armour, accompanied by a group of priests in priestly robes with sunbursts on their chests, slowly walked down the steps.

"Welcome to your arrival Lord Holy Envoy! The very air of the whole world seems to be cleansed at your appearance before me!" His Majesty the King> "May the light of the morning sun bless you, Your Majesty the King! You are as humorous as ever."

The middle-aged man in the golden armour smiled in response.

"We have prepared a dinner at the palace, Lord Holy Envoy, so please join us and move the rack."

The crowd walked slowly between talking and laughing.

But suddenly a soldier came running quickly towards the crowd, he glanced at the holy ambassador and wanted to say something.

"Just say what you have to say, the Holy Ambassador is no outsider."

"Yes! Your Majesty the King! Someone from the city of Meon has just reported that they have received a death notice from the evil dragon named Rand Sapphis Oakburn!

The evil dragon will descend on the city of Meon in a day's time to slay him! Taking the city, they want you to send the Lord Sword Saint for reinforcements."

"Wait! What did you say? The dragon? Death notices? The seizure of the city?" Before the king on one side could say anything, the holy ambassador couldn't help but frown.

"What is this all about? Can anyone tell me?"

The king, for his part, was slightly taken aback as he glanced to the right hand of the king next to him, as if to inquire, "A change in our arrangements? That doesn't seem to be what was previously discussed to say!

The other man simply winked.

No change, but it seems that something has gone wrong in the city of Meon!

His Majesty's mind was clear, and he hastened to tell the whole story!

In an instant, the white light of the holy ambassador burst forth! The asphalt and stone pavement on the ground shattered with a loud bang.

The holy ambassador looked furious: "Rampant! That's really too much! A mere dragon! How dare you threaten a nobleman of the kingdom! Damn you!

Tell me! Where is the dragon? I must destroy him at once! Save all the suffering people of the realm!"

At these words, His Majesty and all the noble ministers rejoiced, told the holy ambassador the location of the city of Rand, and sent a leader to board the dirigible with him! He was heading for the city of Rand!

Of course, the Sword Saint had not arrived!

Because the Sword Saint was still in seclusion!