Northland Hub, Bolan City.
The combined fleet from the expedition to the southern seas has returned in triumph one after another, and another truckload of loot is being transported to Minnisberg under the escort of the armed merchants.
This is the castle of the Morgan family.
As the core of the northern business group, this is naturally the first choice for how to distribute these spoils.
After months of hard work, I can finally rest.
On a soft cushion, old Morgan lay lazily on the top of the castle. The bright sunshine shone on him, making him squint his eyes.
There is another round table with short legs next to it, which can be easily touched, and there is a bottle of wine as red as blood, which is his favorite wine.
Just a few pretty, shy little girls who blush when teased.
Alas, it's just that the little girls nowadays are too mature and keep squeezing towards him. There are a few shy ones and their acting skills are not enough.
However, he can't blame them entirely. In the final analysis, a large part of the responsibility still lies with him.
Who knows, he is both talented and beautiful, elegant, easy-going, and personable.
Over the years, he has become accustomed to it.
Sighing in his heart, Old Morgan's ears suddenly twitched again. A footsteps came from a distance, from the severity, span, frequency...
He quickly identified the person who was coming, still lying lazily, his eyes still squinted, completely unprepared to return to his usual graceful demeanor.
"Old man, all six families are here."
The footsteps quickly approached, but it was a woman in a light yellow palace skirt.
The first impression this woman gave people was that even in palace attire, she could not conceal her sinister heart.
"Don't bother me about big troubles. You can handle them yourself."
As the little girl grows up, she is no longer so cute and is no longer suitable for teasing.
Old Morgan touched his wine glass casually.
He was too lazy to bother with the distribution of the spoils himself. Anyway, the leadership was in the hands of his Morgan family. Anyway, the oldest of the six families were all little guys in front of him.
"But someone else sent a letter. A letter from the man in the Rift Mountains."
The woman in yellow is the leader of this generation of the Morgan family. She was deeply loved by old Morgan, and because of this, Rosalind was specially trained by the family.
At the sound of her voice, Old Morgan frowned slightly and finally opened his eyes.
That green dragon?
The letter was handed directly to him.
He took it, opened it again, and after a short look, a little understanding gradually came out of old Morgan's eyes.
"This guy is really so secretive that he can entrust this kind of thing to me."
He actually asked him to recruit experienced and capable consuls on his behalf.
He could understand the meaning of the Green Dragon's letter.
On the side of the United Fleet, he hinted at the Green Dragon to make good friends.
Here, the Green Dragon entrusted this kind of matter to him, probably signaling to him that he also wanted to make friends, right?
but……
Many thoughts flashed through his mind. Old Morgan finally sat up and handed the letter to Rosalind. He took another sip of red wine and said, "Take a look. What do you think?"
He had raised this grandchild with his own hands, and he was well aware of her abilities.
Otherwise, I really thought that if he favored her a little, he would be able to let her take charge of a certain amount of the Morgan family's industry.
"Recruiting the Chief Consul!"
Rosalind glanced over the letter, and some waves were rising in her moon-like eyes.
Not in a hurry to speak immediately, she pondered for a moment before speaking slowly: "I have paid attention to a piece of news. That person's alliance was the most trusted by him, but he abdicated because of his age. Mr. Green and Mr. Green returned to the north to retire. Mr. Calasso, he has been visiting some people recently. It seems that they are also working on this matter, but they have not been able to complete it. "
Old Morgan nodded slightly, but only tasted the wine and said nothing.
Knowing what he meant, Rosalind continued: "They can't accomplish it. It's very simple. The governors of the alliance, whether current or former, have a lot of secrets in the alliance. How can they be recruited by foreign forces casually? Especially the five-color dragon. Therefore, the influence of Mr. Green and Mr. Calasso is not enough to complete this matter."
She saw through the essence at a glance.
That's why the green dragon stopped waiting over there and instead "begged" to the old man.
Only the old man's influence can persuade some people.
Of course, this is just talk, and it is difficult to guarantee whether the two parties can achieve the agreement.
Old Moore's eyes were slightly lowered on the wine glass, and he raised his eyes slightly: "Do you think it is necessary for us to intervene?"
"Yes, and it's more deeply involved."
Rosalind said without hesitation: "The changes on the other side of the Fissure Mountains and the current actions of that person must have reached the edge of founding a country. Moreover, many clues show that although that person is a five-color dragon, the plans he has planned The kingdom system may not necessarily be a strong dictatorship. In my judgment, although it is unlikely to be like the golden dragon and silver dragon couple of the Silver Moon Alliance, his urgent need for a consul will probably give him the power to govern, at least most of them. The governing power is given to us, the human race. And he himself mainly controls the military power."
As she spoke, her eyes were already glowing, and she moistened her lips lightly. Rosalind continued: "The prosperous natural green, the Wells Forest where development has just begun, and the Fissure Mountains also have resources, and He also controls the Dark Territory. If this kingdom rises, it will represent countless opportunities, opportunities that will allow our Morgan family to rise again. Therefore, I feel that it is not only necessary to complete his commission, but also we need to take the initiative Cooperate with the past and build another core outside Bolan City, or even more than one!"
Whether it's the Wells Forest or the Rift Mountains, the territory is vast. If you want to establish a country, you will eventually build far more than one city.
If they participate in this process from scratch, the benefits will be huge!
Old Morgan's eyes became serious at what she said. He could hear what the big girl meant. She not only wanted to participate in business development, she even wanted to participate in the future Green Dragon Kingdom regime!
This girl's ambition...
However, it is an opportunity, but it does not necessarily mean that there is no deep pit!
He even put down the wine glass, his eyes narrowed slightly, and after pondering for a moment, Old Morgan said: "I will match up with the suitable consul, and you will accompany him there personally. If you want to stay there, The family will also give you enough support at one time, but after that, the two sides will be clearly distinguished. You also have to think clearly that opportunities are often accompanied by crises."
Rosalind nodded. Although her eyes could not see her toes, she could see the prosperity under the castle.
If given the opportunity, we can build prosperous cities like this from scratch...
He said in a deep voice: "I will give you an answer immediately after I go with you, meet that person, and truly confirm his attitude."
Old Morgan nodded slightly: "Go ahead."
We can't leave those six companies alone forever.
Rosalind bowed, then turned around, walked a few steps, and paused again: "Thank you, old man."
After saying one sentence, without pausing, he will soon be gone.
Old Morgan's laziness returned, and he lay down again with squinted eyes. There was a hint of strange color in the gaps between his eyes.
If this big girl really leaves... there should be a new little girl for him to tease, no, train!
However, who should connect him with the Green Dragon?
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Same in the North, but further north, located in the northernmost part of the Silver Moon Alliance, close to the Sky Ridge, the highest mountain range in the world. It is now completely covered by ice and snow. It is composed of huge stone fortresses leaning against steep mountain peaks. In the city of war.
A blacksmith shop.
The blazing fire burned vigorously, and sparks shot out from time to time, but even if they hit the dense copper whiskers, they could not ignite any of them.
A dwarf covered in steel armor, and even his skin seemed to have been tempered, with a bronze-like color, was swinging a steel hammer, hitting it one after another, hammering the weapon with great concentration.
After him, there was another person who was wrapped up tightly, even covering most of his face. Only from the eyes that revealed the magic light, he could vaguely tell that he should be a female caster. He was actually saying "Dang! Dang!" Dang!" Amidst the hammering sound, I could still calm down and sit there quietly reading some book.
Suddenly, the woman's eyes lifted from the scroll.
Outside the blacksmith shop, with the speed of a flash of lightning, a raven penetrated the wind and snow, flew in, and landed on the woman's shoulder.
"Gah! I'm freezing to death. Hurry and fire Asu's fireball technique. I want it to be more and more exciting."
The raven mouthed the words rhythmically and shook its head.
Of course, it didn't forget to lift a paw.
Under the paw, there is a small bamboo tube.
The woman ignored its nonsense, took the small bamboo tube, pulled out a piece of paper inside, read the serial number on it, and then took out a book from the package she carried.
By comparing the arrangement, I quickly found the correct letters one by one in the book.
Put it together again.
Her eyes couldn't help but wrinkle, as if she was thinking about something, she pondered for a moment, then turned her eyes to the dwarf, and her voice was unexpectedly cold: "Modo left."
The dwarf didn't reply immediately.
After a continuous round of hammering, the embryo was tempered and shaped, and then he stopped a little to concentrate, and said in a thick voice: "What's going on?"
"The Dragon Worship Cult was mobilized in the name of assisting a green dragon in the south to establish a country."
He said he meant what the note said, but some doubts could be heard in the woman's voice, which she had known for many years and was as rough as a dwarf.
When did the purpose of the Dragon Worship Cult become so straightforward and clear?
Could it be that you suspect Modo?
Is it testing?
If this is the case... they must not only be ready to respond at any time, but also pay attention to concealment and not let Modo be exposed in advance to avoid excessive risks.
However, Hawke felt that this kind of mental thing should be left to his companions.
He stopped building it and plunged the sword embryo into the ice water. Amidst a burst of smoke, he asked directly: "What should I do?"
"We are not familiar with the south. Go to Teacher Minnis first. If it is not a green dragon, it means that Modo has been exposed. If it is a green dragon, we need more help."
"Gah! I don't like old man Minnis's white-haired eagle. Asu wants to give it a fireball."
At the sound of the sound, the two quickly walked out of the blacksmith shop, and the raven got under the woman's hood.
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Rift Mountains.
Having received a reply from Old Morgan, he was convinced that the old man would definitely be able to achieve his target. Therefore, while the research was proceeding as usual, Isaac also began to organize his elite army.
To pull others onto the chariot, you must always be able to see the future.
His army is the guarantee of his future.
Troll army, dragon beast army, dragon kobold army, spell caster team, dragon fly army...
During this time, deep in the Rift Mountains, the monster army was reorganized and even entered a normal state.
Seeing the sky, the green dragon beast equipped with armor swooped down from time to time.
Seeing the ground, the fully armed troll roared and waved its giant stick.
From time to time, there are spells and even dragon breath covering the battlefield.
This exercise is almost like a real bloody battle.
The Dragon Castle, which has gradually taken shape, is waiting for the Green Dragon to meet. In Beasley's eyes, the flames of desire and ambition are burning deep in the depths.
He felt more and more that his choice was right!
He has served many five-color dragons, but none has such a regular army, such equipment, such elites, and such a large scale as this one.
So, what is this person missing?
What is lacking is someone who has the brains, can command, and can truly bring this strength advantage into play!
"Human race, master, please come over."
A dragon-winged kobold flew over. With a greeting, Beasley quickly followed.
After traveling through the mountains for a while, it was the last time I met him and the fat man's dragon lair in Gazina.
"Great Green Dragon King, thank you for taking the time from your busy schedule to meet me in person."
He saw the green dragon over there at a glance. Beasley bowed to the ground, his face full of admiration and enthusiasm.
This familiar gesture and familiar emotion quickly evoked Isaac's memory of him.
Last time, he summoned the two leaders of the Dragon Worship Cult here.
The fat man of the Dragon Queen Priest just lowered his head without bending his waist.
But this man paid homage to the ground with a sincere and respectful expression.
As it is now.
Although you never only look at the surface when looking at people, it is undeniable that the superficial impression is also very important.
"I know you, and I understand you, the leader of the Dragon Worship Cult's armed forces in Nature's Green. Tell me why you're here."
Isaac's eyes fell on Beasley, but he didn't let him get up.
Beasley was not ready to get up. He bowed to the ground and said firmly in a deep voice: "I am willing to serve your Majesty! I will serve your Majesty's kingdom! I will do my best!"
This human race...
Isaac's eyes couldn't help but move.
If you think about it seriously, this initiative to seek refuge cannot be considered an accident.
The Dragon Worshiping Sect already worships the dragon, and now it takes the initiative to join him. If it can be reused by him, it will obviously have a greater future than within the Dragon Worshiping Sect.
However, whether this initiative to take refuge is really a refuge needs to be considered!
He directly offended the Black Dragon Envoy and the Five-Color Temple envoy. The Red Dragon Envoy also had objections to him. Although the Blue Dragon Envoy was close to them on the surface, it was hard to tell behind the scenes.
It was precisely because of this background that he only stayed there for three days before hurriedly returning to the Rift Mountains.
Who can guarantee that this human race's surrender is not something one of the three dragon envoys is plotting?
"If it's a calculation, then the purpose..."
Thoughts flashed in my mind.
It's just for the art of transformation, or to get involved in his kingdom.
However, this seems a bit too direct.
He was going to use people from the Dragon Worship Cult to hide their purpose and lurk in secret. Wouldn't it be better?
It should be used!
Whether it's true surrender or a conspiracy, let's put it to use first.
Anyway, his "transformation technique" is not something that this person can come close to, and even if he comes close, he still can't find the core.
As for getting involved in his kingdom... If you want to get involved, you have to work hard first. If you work hard, you will naturally serve him again!
Therefore, if this person can be used well, not to mention Miranda, he can have another force in the Dragon Worship Cult, and even within the kingdom, he can also build a powerful department with both intelligence and force, and There is no need to be like Miranda's secret organization, which obviously has powerful force, but must be careful to hide it and use it cautiously.
Thinking about this, Isaac said in a deep voice: "What can you do for me? What are your plans?"
After hearing the voice, Beasley's heart finally settled, and he solemnly replied: "I am willing to be your majesty's hawk and dog. Like your eyes and ears, secretly watching all the enemies and ourselves. Like my claws, I cut off the tentacles and thorns in the dark places for your majesty." "
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