At Fil Volcano.
This place was occupied by a female Rathalos known as the 'Flame Lord' 467 years ago.
The black crater was billowing with thick smoke.
Below the mountain was a dense forest, but the forest was eerily quiet.
Any creature larger than a rabbit was eaten by a nest of dragons that lived in the volcano.
That's right, a whole litter.
"Gurgle," came the rumbling sound from the belly of the red dragon baby Serilia.
He followed cautiously behind his brother Quintocart.
"Ah, it's hard to even find a rabbit around here now." Celia was so hungry that her bottom sank to the ground.
He couldn't take another step.
His brother Quintocart turned around, baring his teeth, and said, "Stand up! Do you want to starve to death?"
“My mother doesn’t bring back food much anymore.”
"She might kick us out soon!"
"But we still have one last chance. If we can become the revered dragons of the six great empires, hehehe!"
"ah?"
"ah."
"ah!"
Serria exclaimed "Ah!" three times in a row, making Quintucat roll his eyes in disbelief.
“It will be soon. In the next couple of days, the six great empires will begin recruiting the Dragons of the Nation.” Quintukat’s eyes blazed with ambition as he spoke.
"Ah... but there are so many dragons, and only six empires of 'two-legged beasts'..."
Quintucat twisted its long dragon neck, its evil dragon eyes fixed on its idiotic younger brother.
“You dare say it?” he said, sharpening his dragon teeth.
“But I mean, what if we don’t get selected?” Celia blurted out.
Quintocart: "..."
Celia winked innocently at her brother.
Quintocart said irritably, "Then we'll find a small, wealthy place, gather a bunch of henchmen there, and then become kings and rulers."
...
Meanwhile, outside the Tankar Forest.
An elf yawned, looking speechlessly at a group of humans not far away.
The group of humans split into two factions, arguing heatedly.
Just then, a patrol of elves carrying torches came by.
"Haven't they reached a conclusion yet?" Everyone watched speechlessly as the humans in the distance were about to roll up their sleeves and start fighting.
The elf on duty here said quietly, "Yes, before this, I didn't know that short-lived species could last so long."
The elves: "..."
Tom, whose neck veins were bulging, said, "All I ever talk about is Campbell!"
"Campbell's men didn't protect you from the undead, did they!?"
The person opposite him had a livid face.
"You make it sound so easy!"
“We all have families and businesses. If we die, what will happen to our families?”
“Yes!” another person chimed in. “If we were like you, a bachelor, with no family to worry about, we would be just like you.”
This time it was Tom's turn to be panting heavily with anger.
There were only a few people behind him.
Standing opposite Tom were three times their number of people.
Just as Tom was about to say something more, Uncle Jack put a hand on his shoulder.
Tom turned around.
Old Jack shook his head.
The silent man then walked toward the long-legged elves.
"Could you take us to Campbell, oh no, I mean Emerald Valley?"
A long-legged elf said, "No problem."
Another long-legged elf said, "Thank goodness, you two finally got to a conclusion."
The elf swallowed hard and said in Elvish, "We can have a meal in Emerald City while we're at it."
"I want the vegetarian version of Meteor Fried Rice!"
"I like to stir-fry seasonal vegetables."
The last elf exclaimed excitedly, "Oh! I like ice cream with chili sauce!"
All the elves looked at the brother who spoke last with strange eyes.
After exchanging words in Elvish, the elves immediately and enthusiastically switched to Common Language:
"How many of you are going? We'll go find you a carriage."
Uncle Jack counted, "Eight people."
Jack walked back and patted Tom on the shoulder lightly.
He didn't say a word, yet it was as if he had said everything.
The carriage wheels creaked and groaned as they made their way to the foot of the magnificent Emerald City.
The moon and stars are sparse.
The elves called out to the night watchmen on the city walls, “Friends of Emerald Valley, we are the elves of Tankar.”
“Some merchants who wanted to do business here have come to our place.”
"But it's alright, we've brought it to you."
The last of the three long-legged elves, "Do you still have meteor fried rice? Um, the completely vegetarian kind."
The Night's Watchman on the city walls: "..."
Soon, the door opened.
Although Tom and the others in the car had come to Emerald City, their palms were sweaty with nervousness.
Compared to the tension of the people on the train, the elves outside were practically drooling with envy.
"For dessert, I want sweet tofu pudding!"
"I want to eat that potato tower snack."
"I still prefer chili sauce ice cream."
The other two elves: "..."
...
Li Aili was having dinner when her old butler, Conrad, stood dutifully beside her.
Everything seemed to have returned to the time in Constantinople.
"How's the matter of severing faith in the god of love going?"
Li Aili put a spoonful of fried rice into her mouth and chewed it carefully.
Conrad smiled and said, "It went very smoothly."
"Your Highness has sent word that news has spread from the Temple of Love that the High Priest is unwell."
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