To the northeast of the Principality of Carter lies the most fertile land, home to half the nation's population, and the most powerful army.
At the heart of this land lies a beautiful manor, and at its center stands a magnificent castle.
There were elite guards patrolling, each one looking extremely menacing.
The servants and maids were coming and going, hurrying about, very busy.
Inside the castle hall, on a throne covered with snow-white animal hides, sat a middle-aged man in his forties with snow-white temples and sharp, hawk-like eyes staring at the person kneeling below.
The middle-aged man glanced at the letter in his hand again, his voice turning icy: "Miss was trapped there, and you just came back like this?"
The knight kneeling below trembled. He was one of the three high knights who had protected Miss Bubble and had been released to deliver the message.
But this doesn't seem like a good job!
"My lord, please forgive us. That dragon was too cunning. The three of us were ambushed and captured before we could even react."
In order to save his own life, he dragged his two companions down with him. It wasn't that he was incompetent; it was that all three of them were incompetent.
At the same time, he recounted the actions of the giant dragon.
It wasn't that the three of them were incompetent, but rather that the giant dragon was too treacherous and shameless.
After hearing his description, the middle-aged man's face remained gloomy.
No matter what excuses the other party may have, failing to protect his sister is already an unforgivable crime for him.
The middle-aged man said in a cold voice, "Drag him away and give him three hundred lashes with a bear rod."
The bear stick is one of the three types of military batons used by the Bubble Collar. It is an iron rod as thick as an adult's thigh, with thorns and iron spikes crawling all over its top.
Even with the physique of a high-ranking knight, being struck three hundred times would cripple him.
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, two men stepped forward and dragged the knight away.
In the castle hall, besides the middle-aged man in the main seat, there were two other people.
A man stood next to the middle-aged man. He was over three meters tall and as strong as an ox, but his expression was somewhat dull.
It seems to be a role like a bodyguard or guard.
The other person stood below, an old man, very old, with a pair of slightly cloudy eyes that gleamed with wisdom.
The old man slowly stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and spoke unhurriedly: "My lord, please calm your anger. May I have a look at that letter?"
Mr. Bubble didn't say anything, but simply threw the letter out. It traced an arc in the air and landed precisely in the old man's hand.
The old man tremblingly opened the letter, glanced at it briefly, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he smiled slightly:
"Judging from the contents of the letter, it seems that the dragon is trying to extort the lord. Although the demand for the lord's heirloom is very unreasonable, we should still have room to negotiate."
"At least Miss Bubble's safety can be guaranteed for the short term!"
Mr. Bubble's face darkened again, and his voice grew even colder: "You mean you really want me to go and get something to redeem my sister?"
He couldn't accept this; to him, it was the greatest humiliation.
The old man knew what Mr. Bubble was thinking and shook his head helplessly.
"My lord, please don't be anxious. Our Bubble Territory occupies the entire northeast of the Duchy of Carter. Although the land is fertile and the population is dense, we have to resist the warlike Duchy of Roland in the east and also face the magical beasts that occasionally rush out from the vast forests in the north. The pressure is already very great."
"Especially during this period, the discovery of a gold mine on the border between the two countries led to a war with the Duchy of Roland, resulting in huge losses. We simply cannot spare much strength to conquer Dragon Territory."
"I'm sure Your Excellency is aware of all this."
"According to the description, that dragon is very powerful. If we send too few troops, we could easily be devoured. If we send too many troops, it could lead to our failure in the struggle with the Duchy of Roland."
"I suggest that Your Majesty pay some price to redeem Miss Bubble first, and then, once our war with the Duchy of Roland is over, we can gather all our forces and take over Dragon Territory in one fell swoop."
The old man finished speaking in one breath, slightly out of breath, and looked up at Mr. Bubble on the throne, waiting for his reply.
After listening to the old man's advice, Mr. Bubble fell into deep thought.
The old man was his advisor, and he had to listen to and consider his suggestions.
Moreover, everything the old man said was true; he just had to compromise with that bastard dragon who had kidnapped his sister and was trying to blackmail him.
It makes me so angry just thinking about it!
Suppressing his resentment and anger, Mr. Bubble tried to speak in a gentle voice, but his tone was terrifyingly cold:
“In that case, let’s do as Mr. Ruiz says. I’ll also need to trouble you to talk to that wretched dragon about the ransom!”
The old man, called Ruiz, nodded in agreement and took his leave to prepare for these matters.
Mr. Bubble watched the old man leave, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes, and he sighed softly.
...
Atop a high mountain, far from the Duchy of Carter.
A crimson dragon, nearly a hundred meters long, writhed and roared madly.
The aura of magic spread across the land, sealing off an area of a thousand meters in radius—a massive, trapping magic array.
roar!
The dragon roared, its anger turning into flames that burned on its scales, and the spikes that spread from its head to its tail were like red-hot steel: "Humans, how dare you offend the great dragon!"
The earth-shattering dragon roar transformed into a sonic wave that swept across all directions.
Four figures slowly walked out.
The leader was over two meters tall, clad in heavy armor and fully armed, wielding a bright silver heavy spear. His eyes, hidden within his armor, emitted a ghostly blue light.
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