Blue Dragon Emperor: Lord of Thunder

Chapter 204 Fragile Ephemeral Species
In the highest conference hall of the Executive Yuan in Black Rock City, Ron, who had transformed into a dragonborn, sat at the top of the conference hall, which could accommodate hundreds of people, tapping rhythmically on the armrests of the high-back chair with his sharp fingertips.

The matter of the abyss rift is too important to be dealt with in a short while. It is not a matter of the Duolan country, or even a matter of the continent of Onia. It is a major matter that all life in this main material world must face together.

Well, at least except for the drow who created these abyssal rifts.

The abyss has never been a good word, it is a distorted plane filled with pure chaos and disorder, and the creatures there have also inherited this, brutal and unintelligent, chaotic and distorted, small brains can only understand the most basic killing and devouring.

If there is anything that the demons in the abyss like to do most besides surviving and becoming stronger, it is to destroy all order.

Those chaotic creatures are naturally full of hostility and aversion to order. As long as there is a slight possibility, they will do their best to completely destroy the disgusting order that is displayed in front of them and return it to chaos.

In addition to being affected by the disgust in nature, the destruction of the order will also allow the demons to gain favor and rewards from the abyss plane, gain the blessing of the plane, and be promoted to a more powerful demon. This is one of the fastest ways to gain power.

Therefore, what demons like to do most is to invade and destroy the main material world full of order.

Once a powerful demon leads an army to capture a main material world and spread the power of the abyss, it will be promoted to a powerful demon king under the blessing of the abyss, gaining unparalleled power, which makes all demons flock to it.

It is worth mentioning that obeying the rule of "destroy the order and get promoted" is actually a kind of order in a sense, so it is deeply disgusted by some demons.

But if a demon takes the initiative to destroy the order of "destroying order and getting promoted", it will also gain the favor of the abyss to gain power and promotion, and thus fall into the infinite nest of dolls that want to destroy order but conform to order.

Totally pure chaos always seems elusive, and that's a thing that really bothers demons.

Seeing that everyone seemed to have arrived, Ron stopped his thoughts about the chasm in his mind.

Once the huge abyss rift that can allow the demon army to pass through appears, the unlucky ones are not limited to Onia. Those demons will destroy the entire world. Ron is not in a hurry, at least the whole world must be anxious first.

The first thing he has to do now is to learn more about what happened to the Duolan Kingdom during the 37 years of his sleep, and what the current situation is like.

As a king, he still needs to master all aspects of the kingdom.

His gaze swept across the faces of the participants with tense or humble faces. Some of them were familiar to Ron, but most of them were new faces that he had never seen before.

Thirty-seven years is too long for a short-lived species. Ron knew that a high-level government change was inevitable, but he still asked the hill giant shaman Glengo, "Where are old Haddo and Johnson?"

Glengo, who is considered a deformity among the hill giants, looks more and more like a human being. The clean and tidy blue-and-gold-rimmed mage robes are put on its tall and burly body among humans, and the hair and beard are tidied up. The agile Grungo looks like a wise scholar or a powerful mage.

Glengo, who had enjoyed a high and powerful life for 37 years, immediately got up and knelt down to Ron in reverence and awe, and prostrated himself on the ground regardless of the strange eyes of all the officials.

It has never forgotten the slave contract that Ron signed with it, and it will never hesitate to behave like a humble dog in front of Ron.

"Great Lord of Storms, Lord of Dragons, your humble servant greets you."

Glengo's face was almost buried in the carpet of the conference hall, and Ron raised his head from the carpet only after Ron responded with a non-trivial "hmm".

"My lord, old Earl Johnson passed away eight years ago. Old Hadow's health deteriorated six years ago. He has resigned from the Executive Yuan and is currently being treated in the First Medical Hospital of the Royal Capital."

Ron nodded, indicating that he understood, and waved his paw, before Glengo got up and sat back in his seat.

Long En glanced at the officials with different colors behind Glengo's humble move. The faint Longwei was released for a short time and then quickly retracted, making all the officials break out in cold sweat with fear.

"Have you received the notice in advance? I hope you are ready. This is not only my first meeting with you, but also my assessment of you ministers as the king. As for the failure of the assessment, or other What questions, those who have only entered the Executive Yuan in the past 30 years can ask your predecessors, they know my methods very well."

As soon as this remark came out, the elderly officials all showed a look of fear, but there was still a little panic in some people's fear.

Ron asked them to ask, so naturally no one really dared to interrupt Ron at this time, and there was silence.

Ron took everyone's reactions into his eyes, and continued: "From my left, officials at all levels in various departments report to me in order from low to high, briefly explaining what this function has done in the past 37 years, and explaining in detail I will ask random questions about what I have done during my tenure, and I will talk after I think about it.”

On the left of Ron are all officials from the Ministry of Finance. The lowest positions are officials who are in charge of the financial power of several cities, but the official who stood up first faced Ron and hesitated, saying a lot of things that are useless. The bullshit dog was interrupted directly by Ron.

"Very well, it seems that some people didn't take my notice to heart at all."

Ron's face was as usual, and he didn't show the slightest sign of anger, but this happened to make all the officials feel an inexplicable fear.

"You can sit down now."

Ron pressed his hand, and the soft voice relieved the finance ministry official who stood up, but the second half of his words made him tremble all over, and he almost fell on the seat.

"The Ombudsman will investigate you this afternoon. If there is no problem, your position will be lowered by three levels. If the investigation results show that you have a problem, you can refer to the "Kingdom Law."

The Supervision Office is a supervisory department for officials directly under the king's orders, and any officials who violate the "Kingdom Law" will be caught by them.

Although many people in the current Ombudsman are in contact with them and accept their benefits to help them avoid the secret investigation of the Ombudsman, but now the king personally ordered, will those black gloves that the Ombudsman can’t feed him help him? No one can guarantee.

The official, who was limp but pretending to be calm, cast a distressed look at his immediate superior.

The newly appointed Minister of Finance after the death of Earl Johnson had climbed all the way from the grassroots level of the Lord's Hall more than 30 years ago, and he knew Long's methods.

When he was still a 20-year-old youth, he was full of enthusiasm and actively implemented the decree of the Lord's Hall. He was committed to making all the citizens live a good life with enough food and clothing. When there were too many corrupt officials and insufficient manpower, he hanged fourteen old nobles and corrupt officials on the city wall with his own hands.

But as he grew older, that passion gradually cooled down, and he gradually became the people he once hated.

However, he did it very covertly. He never embezzled himself, and he never accepted bribes. Instead, he found a collateral blood relative who had no contact with him before, and asked him to set up a company to receive benefits and embezzle administrative funds by means of business investment.

Now that His Majesty the King wakes up from a deep sleep, he will definitely cleanse the Executive Yuan. He just wants to keep himself, and he will ignore all the officials who have anything to do with him.

Anyway, there is no evidence pointing to him, and it is useless even if those officials report to the Supervision Office.

He just silently looked at the wooden texture of the tabletop and ignored the subordinate's eyes asking for help.

Half the afternoon passed, and the meeting was finally over. Ron got up and strode out the door, leaving behind a group of sweaty officials with limp legs sitting in the meeting room.

Many officials are dragged out today, and what awaits them is the same execution as it was more than 30 years ago.

Of course, compared with the brutal and inhuman hanging more than 30 years ago, the current hanging is much more civilized.

The place of execution is no longer the city wall, which detracts from the appearance of the city.

The noose has also been changed from a rough hemp rope to a fine steel rope to ensure that it will not accidentally break in the middle of the execution.

In order to prevent incontinence caused by muscle relaxation during the execution and after the prisoner is hanged, pocket pants or corks are carefully provided according to the prisoner's choice.

……

His hair was like dry grass, and his muscles were atrophied, showing the outline of his bones. Old Hado, who was lying on the hospital bed like a skeleton, was breathing hard.

Apart from weakness, he didn't have any ailments, and even if he had any, they had all been cured by the treatment at the medical hospital.

It was his dying life that made him what he was.

Now it is only by external input of life energy that the speed of his death is slowed down.

The doctor said that he didn't have much time, and his body would not get any better. It was meaningless to continue to infuse life energy, except to stay in bed for a while longer.

But at his insistence, the Executive Yuan still used his savings to maintain his life like a candle in the wind.

He wasn't afraid of death, he just wanted to see more of the country they built from the ruins of Blackstone Town by a group of serfs, prostitutes, refugees and monsters.

Although this country is not perfect, there are still various problems, and it is far less beautiful than the kingdom of God after death described by the major churches, but it is still worthy of his love, action, and everything for it.

As it was getting late, Old Hadow took two deep breaths, and suddenly felt much better.

He could feel that his life had completely come to an end, and no matter how much life energy he sent, he couldn't delay the countdown to death.

He simply and neatly pressed the button next to the hospital bed, cutting off the magic circle that continuously delivered life energy.

It takes a lot of expensive materials to maintain this magic circle, and he has to save these resources for the kingdom.

Relying on the sudden strength, old Hadow forced himself up, got off the bed barefoot, and tremblingly walked towards the window.

Pushing open the window, looking down at the vibrant and prosperous scene of the capital, his heart finally settled down, his thin hands were propped on the window sill, and his body no longer trembled.

He had to take advantage of the last time of his life to enjoy the peace of mind again.

But a sound of footsteps and the opening of the door made his wish come true.

Old Haduo turned his head back with difficulty, saw the appearance of the person clearly, tears welled up in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you are finally here. Old Haduo has lived up to your trust."

Ron stepped forward: "Yes, I saw that, you have built the kingdom very well."

Old Hadow turned around, closed his eyes against the light, and when he opened them again, the turbidity in his eyes was swept away, replaced by the sharpness and depth honed by years of being in a high position.

"Your Majesty, the Executive Yuan must carry out a tough cleansing. There are countless corrupt officials in the Executive Yuan, but the involvement is too extensive and needs to be carried out step by step; the reform of the currency system is very good, but the authority of the Executive Yuan and the Ministry of Finance must be limited; The contradictions among citizens have gradually emerged, and the Racial Coexistence Act and a series of related policies must be adjusted in time; the Ministry of Agriculture..."

Ron raised his hand to signal old Haddo to stop.

"Of course, these suggestions of yours are very good and will be implemented."

Ron's tall figure standing in front of old Hador after becoming a dragon descendant was just like the giant dragon standing in front of old Hador who was trying to dig out the corpses from the bricks and stones in Blackstone Town.

"But if you don't carry it out yourself, can you really rest assured?"

Old Hado smiled wryly: "But Your Majesty, I am about to die."

Long En said: "I know, but that's not a reason. Don't you want to stop being loyal to the Kingdom just because your life is coming to an end?"

Old Hadow was a little dumbfounded: "Maybe you can make my bones into a necromancer skeleton, so that I can make a little more contribution to the kingdom."

Ron smiled: "No, don't bother, I have already prepared a ceremony for you, as long as you are willing to give up your human identity, you can use my blood to transform into a half-dragon creature, and then you can naturally continue to serve the kingdom. "

Transforming into a half-dragon creature will also extend his lifespan, extending Old Hado's life by at least 50 years.

"But based on your current physical condition, the success rate is only one-third or lower. You can make a decision after careful consideration. This is not a mandatory order."

The setting sun shone on Ron from the window behind old Haddo, and the scales shone brightly in the light. Old Haddo looked up at the benevolent and majestic king and smiled.

"How bad can the situation be?" Old Hado gasped with a smile, "I am willing, Your Majesty, whether it is successful or not, it will always be my honor to serve you."

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Let me see which hxd Tanabata is still reading novels, won't they all celebrate the festival alone?
Just kidding, just kidding, even if you live alone, you can order a small barbecue, ha beer and rub two games. Happy Qixi Festival xdm
In addition, do you want to write to death for old Hado? Here are some suggestions. It feels more like death. If you don’t die, the happy ending is also good.

(End of this chapter)