Blue Dragon Emperor: Lord of Thunder

Chapter 69 The "Blue" Dragon
Viscount Caffle Duke was sitting on a high-backed chair, shaking his treasured ruby ​​wine that had been stored for 16 years, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the soldiers who had assembled in the territory and set off to support the "Northern Grand Duke" Cavaliers.

"Grand Duke of the North" is the joking name of Creven Gogg, the son of Siven Gogg, by the nobles of the northern fiefdom of Borun.

The young "Grand Duke of the North" inherited his father's cruelty and no bottom line, and was more ambitious than his father, but he was still too young. In the eyes of the old fief nobles, he was more like a A cave lion cub waving its claws indiscriminately.

Deterrent, but not much.

The northern nobles chose to fall to him instead of the prince from Lamington. The main reason was that Kleven also inherited his father's army and the contract that his father sold the territory.

Territory in exchange for help from the army of the Kingdom of Faciti, well, that's pretty shameful for a candidate for the Grand Duchy, but there's no denying that it worked.

Ever since the Fasciti Kingdom's expeditionary corps crossed the border between the two countries and went to the front line of the war between the northern border and the capital, they have pushed the front line to the Great Plains of Potilon, the capital is just around the corner, and victory is just around the corner.

As for the plunder and chaos caused by the Faciti Kingdom's expeditionary force, the guest army is always like this, it is inevitable, and the unlucky ones are also some knights and barons who are not smart enough.

For a viscount with such a reputation like him, those savage fascists did not dare to act recklessly. This cannot be covered up by the ridiculous excuse of refugees attacking nobles.

What's more, the food he donated and the soldiers he recruited left a deep good impression on the "Northern Grand Duke", and his life safety was well guaranteed.

In the not-too-distant future, when Creven really succeeds the Duke of Boren, the Viscounty that the Duke family has maintained for more than 400 years should become an earldom, and he will also become the first earl of the family.

"County of Duke, Kaffler I, really good."

Viscount Kaffler brought the goblet to his lips, inhaled the sweetness of the red wine intoxicatedly, and indulged in beautiful fantasies.

Just when Viscount Kaffler's lips touched the goblet, a blue figure appeared in the distant sky.

The figure quickly grew in size in his field of vision, allowing Viscount Kaffle, who had the strength of a fifth-level knight, to see its appearance clearly.

"dragon!?"

"boom!"

The 16-meter-long real blue dragon descended from the sky and smashed heavily in front of the castle where Viscount Kaffler was.

The real dragon raised its head, approached Viscount Kaffler in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and opened its ferocious mouth:

"Roar!"

It was as if a substantial sound wave shattered the expensive glass windows, and the glass shards were blown towards Viscount Kaffler with real dragon saliva and warm air.

Viscount Kaffler sat blankly on the high-backed chair, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

It is true that he is a fifth-level knight, but his knight's strength has always been used only for hunting and bed, where has he seen such a scene?

"Hoo ho ho..."

Viscount Kaffler trembled so that his teeth kept colliding, maintaining the dignity of a nobleman, and sent the swaying red wine into his mouth with stiff and trembling hands.

"Respect, respected true dragon..."

Kafler felt his bladder swell from being stared at.

"You...what's the matter with you?"

"Ahem!" Golangesus cleared his throat, grinned like Ron, bared his fangs, and said with a smile, "Don't panic, human, as you can see, I'm a lawful blue dragon."

Viscount Kaffler looked up and down at Golangesus. Although the real dragon looked weird and the color of its scales was a bit strange, it was indeed blue.

"My name is Long En, the Lord of the Storm Mountain Range, the great Thunder Lord! Have you ever heard of my name?"

Ron's appearance and name were brought over by those nobles who fled the capital to serve as the son of Xiwen Gogg, and even the northern nobles had heard a little about the platinum dragon god's favored one.

Viscount Kaffler nodded hastily: "Honorable Lord of Storms, the great Platinum Dragon God's Favored One, your name resounds throughout Oonia, and no one knows your name."

"Really?" Gorangelsas' ferocious smile gradually changed: "Since that's the case, then surely you wouldn't mind doing me a little favor?"

Viscount Kaffler really wanted to say no, but for the sake of his own life, he could only squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Damn, of course..."

Golangesas imitated Long En and nodded pretendingly: "My dragon's nest is short of gold coins for paving the floor and gemstones for decoration, so you can lend me 30, er, [-] gold coins first! "

Viscount Kaffler couldn't hold back anymore: "Respected Lord of Storms, I, I don't have so many gold coins..."

"Then how much can you take out?"

"Three, thirty thousand gold coins..."

"Ok?"

Golangesus snorted coldly, and stared at Viscount Kafler with dissatisfaction: "You are disrespecting the great Lord of Storms and the favored one of the Platinum Dragon God."

Viscount Kaffler quickly changed his words: "Eighty thousand! Eighty thousand gold coins!"

"Boom!"

Golangesus slightly inspired Ron to lend him the lightning staff that he hid in his mouth, and released the lightning strike technique. A thick bolt of lightning struck the open space next to the castle, scorching the ground black.

Viscount Kaffler was about to pee.

"14! 14! Plus a box of gems!"

Only then did Golangesus nodded in satisfaction, and then pointed to the gold candlestick on the long table behind Viscount Kaffler: "Is that also made of gold? Lend it to me together."

Viscount Kaffler's face turned green, but he could only nod with an apologetic smile following Golangesas's words.

……

Golangesus put all the gold coins and gems into the storage ring, flapped his wings and was about to leave, but he saw Viscount Kaffler looking at him eagerly.

"Huh? You still want an IOU? Do you not trust the reputation of the Lord of Storms, the Platinum Dragon God's Favored One?"

Viscount Kaffler scolded Ron the Lord of Storms ten thousand times in his heart, and he couldn't tell whether he was crying or laughing, and kept saying, "Don't dare, don't dare."

Only then did Golangesus raise his neck in satisfaction and let out a "hum".

With a bit of resentment towards Long En, Golangesas raised the dragon's tail, pulled out a bubble of dragon dung, and said, "I didn't borrow you for nothing, it's the interest of borrowing money."

The excrement of real dragons is indeed a material needed in some rituals or potions. The large excrement of Golangesus can be sold for at least a thousand gold coins, but Viscount Kaffler can't laugh at all.

Golangesas dragon wings waved, and the wind howled, blowing the stench of dragon dung to every corner around the castle.

Golangesas looked at his "masterpiece" in front of him, thinking that he was tarnishing Ron's reputation, so he let out a loud laugh and flapped his wings to vent his anger.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Golangesus chose a good direction and flew towards the next victim...

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　　boom! boom! boom!
　　Ring!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)