Chapter 209 Decision
A hazy light of dawn had appeared on the horizon. The black dragon cub lay dying on the shore, winding for more than ten meters. Most of its body was washed by the sea water, and its sharp spines were almost all broken. Blood was slowly flowing out with each breath, but was diluted by the sea water.
However, this giant fire dragon that extremely hated water no longer had any strength left. Its cold, bright red dragon pupils were mostly blocked by the white film of its eyelids. Only the breath with sparks coming out of its nose barely proved that it was still alive.
Dragons show no mercy to their own kind, and many carnivorous dragons will even prey on smaller dragons. Dragons killing each other is also common, though they generally spare their eggs. Windrunner chose to spare the Doom Lord's life, perhaps because it was still a young cub.
"Chief, be careful." Greven leaned on his sword and stood in front of the black-haired young man cautiously: "We are about to enter the range of the dragon's fire."
Was it an illusion? He wondered, somewhat bewilderedly, as the other's usually cold, smoky-gray eyes now gleamed in the darkness, radiating a chilling, fanatical curiosity, as if ready to dismember the black dragon with his eyes and then skin and bones it.
"Don't worry." But the man still patiently explained to him, "The gaps between the scales under its throat are dark and deflated, indicating that the Doomsday Lord's sac is empty. Without 'fuel', it naturally cannot breathe fire."
It is impossible for the professor not to be interested in "dragons", creatures unique to this other world. However, this world has gradually entered the Dharma Ending Age with the decline of magic and the rise of industry. The legendary dragons only appear in the mouths of bards.
He finally encountered one in the Asachi Valley, but unfortunately, in his opinion at that time, the dragon belonged to the local religious leader, so he couldn't ask for some feathers, scales, skin, blood, and bones... Being able to get a quill was already a pleasant surprise.
Later, he became familiar with the person, and the dragon was gone - but now he had a ready-made research subject.
The Lord of Doom was playing dead. The white dragon seemed to have left, but it wasn't sure if it would return.
Damn it! It gnashed its teeth in anger. This wasn't the white dragon's territory, so why was it suddenly going crazy and chasing it? And then it just ran away after beating it, leaving it here for a bunch of humans to laugh at!
Out of the corner of its eye, it suddenly caught a glimpse of a human walking towards it. The black dragon cub was immediately furious. It was bad enough that a nearly adult dragon was bullying it, but now a small, despicable human dared to offend it!
——And that black-haired human made it feel very bad, and it always had a weird urge to explode its scales and turn around and run away.
Young dragons were far less cunning than their adults and showed no ability to conceal their emotions. The people of Port Morris watched in horror as the already dying dragon growled menacingly at their leader, raising its front paws to claw—but its claws suddenly froze in mid-air, and with a whimper, it quickly curled up into a ball, attempting to disguise itself as an unhatched dragon egg.
...What happened? Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Could it be that their leader's power of authority had spread to the non-human race?
Azuka, concealing her figure and following the professor, retracted her cold, murderous gaze. Dragons are highly intelligent creatures, and they can also assess the situation and understand who would easily kill them.
But the black-haired youth didn't take the opportunity to make a move on the dragon. He simply observed the Doom Lord closely for a moment, his eyes longingly fixed on the dragon until its scales rippled. Then he instructed Maxine, who had also rushed to his side, "The Scarlet Bazaar should have special methods for dealing with magical beasts. When Orel returns, have him find a way to control this dragon first."
"Aren't you going to kill it?" The red-haired girl stared at the Doom Lord cub peeking out from between her eyelids and sternly warned, "Dragons are creatures with a strong sense of revenge, especially giant dragons. Even cubs are difficult to tame."
Encounters with dragons at sea are one of the most common causes of shipwreck.
"To be precise, we won't kill it for now."
The professor looked up at the long line of wreckage, blackened by fire, stretching across the sea. His tone gradually grew colder. "Where did the Ruskin family get a Doom Lord cub, and why did they bring it to Port Morris? We need to figure this out first. A living dragon is more useful than a dead one."
The savior once mentioned the White Nightmare, a frost dragon from the northern country of Forlos. They were both dragons used by humans. This subtle coincidence made him somewhat concerned.
Nova took a last reluctant look at the Lord of Doom, and finally turned around and left resolutely, and began to deal with the post-war aftermath.
By the time a series of matters were arranged, including arranging the logistics team to go to the sea to clean up the battlefield, estimate the post-war losses, send the wounded for treatment, determine the list of the dead and their families, calculate the pensions, etc., the sun had already begun to move westward.
After returning to the safe house, the black-haired young man who had always appeared calm and composed suddenly stumbled.
After enduring nearly two days and one night, the sudden relaxation after the intense tension left him with a blurry vision. Burned corpses, bodies swollen by the seawater, bodies chopped and pierced... Feeling faintly sick, he slowly closed his eyes and calmly concluded that he had gradually become numb to the battlefield, the killing, and the large number of human corpses.
...This is a good thing and not a good thing.
He suddenly felt warm, and before Nova could react, he'd been stripped of his coat and tucked into the covers, a cup of hot milk in his hand. The being called "lover" was sitting beside his bed, leaning down and gently kissing his tightly pursed lips. For a moment, the thoughts in his mind, clamoring like a broken radio, were completely swallowed up by those blue eyes.
He was silent for a moment, then suddenly drank the milk in one gulp: "...I still have some work to do."
"I'm your secretary now, so leave it to me, okay?" Azuka took the cup from his hand and wiped the white mark on his lips with her thumb. Her tone was exceptionally gentle, with a hint of coaxing: "People can't stay tense all the time. I was like that when I first went to the battlefield. I couldn't stop thinking, I couldn't stop the sword in my hand, until I collapsed from exhaustion - and I almost died."
The professor glanced at him slowly and corrected him somewhat dully, "This isn't my first time on the battlefield."
But it was indeed the most terrifying. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of Wind Walker, the casualties caused by the Doom Lord would likely have far exceeded expectations. However, apart from this person, no one else could see his fear.
The savior chuckled, but did not answer. He just pushed him back onto the bed, covered him with the quilt, and then gently gathered the messy black hair on his forehead behind his head.
"Sweet dreams, sir."
Even though the guy's eyelids were already drooping, he still stubbornly tugged at the hem of his clothes: "Wait, your dragon, and the Asachi Valley..."
Azuka paused. No matter how many times, he was still amazed by his old enemy's sharpness.
"...I wanted to discuss this with you after you woke up." He sighed, his expression gradually becoming serious. "Azra rarely disobeys my orders directly. He only shirks his duties or takes advantage of opportunities. It seems something is wrong in the Asaqi Valley, otherwise he wouldn't have flown out to find me."
"It flew away again." Nova reminded softly. Wind Walker, who rushed into the clouds, looked so heartbroken, as if he had encountered a heartless man.
"It's just having a temper tantrum, which indirectly proves that the problem in Asazi Valley isn't that serious," Azuka said calmly. Seeing someone raise an eyebrow at him, he smiled softly. "Don't worry, this is normal. Ezra has temper tantrums almost every day. A minor one a day, a major one every three days."
professor:"……"
He slowly closed his eyes: "When you go to coax your dragon, take me with you."
But before Azuka could agree, the black-haired young man's breathing had begun to become calm, as if he had fallen asleep - he was indeed exhausted.
The savior sighed, leaned over, and gently kissed his nemesis's brow, which was subconsciously furrowed even in sleep. There was a slight movement at the door, and he glanced at the open door. Ole was standing at the door, giving him a twisted expression as if he had seen a ghost.
Shut up and stop arguing. He used his eyes to silently warn his friend, who rolled his eyes at him and pursed his lips to signal him to speak out.
"We've got the dragon." Seeing the door carefully closed, making sure not to make any noise, Ole couldn't help but roll his eyes even more. But he also lowered his voice. "It went very smoothly. It looked like it was frightened by something, and it didn't struggle at all."
The culprit asked calmly, "Are there any unusual movements from the Chamber of Commerce or the nobles?"
The professor was worried that some people would take advantage of the Ruskin family's attack on the port to cause trouble in the city, so he dispatched Shadow Chasers to keep an eye on them in advance.
"Of course not." Ole sneered disdainfully, "But now they've all become obedient—what a shame! Didn't you see how the Chamber of Commerce president's face turned when he learned that the Ruskin family had been annihilated before they even reached shore?"
He curled his lips towards the professor's room and said, "That old man just wanted to see the leader of the People's Party. He said he had a big business deal to discuss."
"Leave him hanging and wait," Azuka said coldly, "We can start dealing with the most restless people in the Chamber of Commerce. I'll give you the list later."
"It wasn't an assassination." He was the first to answer when someone opened their mouth. "Go through the formal procedures to convict them. If you have any questions, ask Daniga. I'll give you some advice on how to deal with those overseers. Any other questions?"
Ole: “…Yes.”
Azuka raised an eyebrow at the man.
Ole narrowed his eyes suspiciously, his gaze moving between the door and his friend: "By the way, how far have things progressed between you two?"
To the extent that the attitude of "I can make the decision" has become so arrogant.
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