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Chapter 620 Gui'er is a dragon who can become my mother!
Humans are the most imaginative species in the world.

In this world, 90% of romantic literature about beautiful girls/boys of different races is created by humans.

It is said that in an era when dragons had not yet learned the magic to transform into humans, vampires looked like those in the Elder Scrolls, and orcs were still large and burly and not cute at all, certain special individuals among humans had already pioneered the depiction of beautiful images of dragon girls, vampire girls, and beast girls.

These beautiful images circulated widely among humans, eventually forming a beautiful fantasy about other races, and even becoming something like a fundamental logic.

Millions of older, single magicians tirelessly create related spiritual nourishment day and night. Their imaginations cover the entire world and eventually seem to have a real impact on real-world products.

After learning the magic to transform into humans, the dragons actually chose to create appearances based on human stereotypes.

The female orcs are becoming less muscular, more slender, and their faces are resembling those of beautiful girls, while the males are becoming more muscular and clearly berserker material.

Vampires have also split into two factions: one faction grows to resemble the fair-skinned, beautiful, and elegant men and women of human imagination, while the other faction has become a crazy, muscular man who likes to shout "Wryyyyyy—".

It's unclear whether this trend is an inevitable change that these races would naturally undergo, or whether human imagination has created a miracle that has changed the world.

But one thing is certain: human imagination continues to play a powerful role, just like it is now.

"If you ask me, Gui'er's human form must be at least three meters tall, with fair skin and a very loud voice, but with a gentle heart like a kind old woman. When people are feeling down, she will embrace them and gently comfort them, and she would even sing lullabies. She is an elderly, giant beauty!"

"No, no, no, no, it should clearly be the 'loli mom' type, who's no more than 1.5 meters tall! That's how they always do it in literature, it really creates a huge contrast!"

"So, aside from the differences in appearance, is the character of Gui'er set up as a kind and loving old man? If it's set up, I'll start writing the novel."

Inside the Adventurers' Guild in Blackrock City, adventurers were engaged in a heated debate about what "Gioar's human form should look like."

This issue has been debated for two days now, and so far it has been divided into two main factions: the "giant" faction and the "loli" faction. The two sides are engaged in a lively and heated debate.

The former's spiritual leader was the adventurer and renowned beast tamer Roger, while the latter's leader was a local officer named Char.

At this moment, intense emotions flashed in both of their eyes, and their gazes clashed so fiercely that they seemed capable of igniting sparks.

After so many days of news about Gui'er, what surprised everyone was that the most discussed topic among humans was what its human form should look like.
"Humanity is beyond saving, and this country is beyond saving."

Inside the guild, one of Yuffie's disciples, the four-legged dragon Moore, who was watching the argument from the sidelines, covered his eyes and let out a sigh of exhaustion.

To humans, Gui'er's age is like a cute label, inspiring endless imagination. But to Mole, a dragon, these human squabbles are...
It's like they're arguing about what their oldest, oldest, oldest grandmother would look like if she were to become a different race.

Just imagining that scene made Moore clutch her body in discomfort, feeling a sharp pain in her stomach.

If you were to delve too deeply into your imagination, you might faint on the spot.

"If it weren't for my family's mission requiring me to contact people here, I would have turned around and left immediately."

Moore's mission from the dragons was to contact Roger and use his knowledge to analyze the monsters related to "dragons" that appeared in the Sein dungeon.

Roger and his animal friends' appearance attracted the attention of the dragons, but of course, this attention was first focused on the Sien Dungeon before it fell on Roger.

The elders of the dragon clan discovered something that puzzled them.

In the Sien Dungeon, dragons like the flying dragon Agil still share some similarities with the current dragon race, but the dragons in the forest area, such as the Mist Dragon and the Thunder Dragon, seem quite different from the current dragon race.

This is not something that can be solved by simply saying it's an ancient biological difference.

The dragons couldn't understand it. Could it be that the dragons in the Sien Dungeon were the product of hybridization between dragons and other creatures? But the details were so subtle that they couldn't agree with it.

As it happened, Roger and the group of beast tamers seemed to know a lot about the monsters in the Sien Dungeon, so Moore was assigned this task.

"Sigh, why couldn't it have been Abe who came? He had to get away."

Moore sighed, looking at the humans still arguing before him, and thought of Abe.

In order to deliver Gui'er's message to his clan elders in the capital as soon as possible, that guy left himself here alone and ran away.

The capital city, the highest point of power in the warrior nation.

The palace, towering like a sharp peak or a sword piercing the sky, is noticeable even before entering the city. Once inside the capital, the grandeur of the palace makes everyone feel insignificant and inspires deep respect for the ruler within.

Did they think this was the architect's doing?

In reality, it was just King Bantou instructing magicians to cast hypnotic spells at the city gates, one every hour. This was much cheaper than painstakingly enhancing the appearance of the palace through architectural improvements, thus reducing costs and increasing efficiency.

Not far from the palace, a building resembling a giant nest occupied a large open space, looking at it at first glance like the lair of some monster.

Flying creatures of all sizes came and went in the giant nest; upon closer inspection, they were all dragons of various shapes and sizes.

This unadorned building, named Dragon's Nest, was specially built by the Warrior Kingdom to show their respect for their dragon allies; it was essentially the dragons' royal palace. "That guy Bantou, how long has the war festival been delayed? Why can't it be held? What are their heroic ancestors up to?"

Deep within the dragon's lair, an old man with the body of a strong man but the head of a dragon, dressed in a magnificent robe, muttered to himself in frustration.

"It's all because I vowed when I was young to respect human etiquette and live in harmony with humans, which has made it impossible for me to have any fun these days."

During the war festival, people are required to strictly discipline themselves; while recreation is not prohibited, it is not encouraged.

The old man, or rather the old dragon, was itching to try it.

He had heard that a mysterious and beautiful mother dragon had appeared in the Red Fang Dungeon, and he really wanted to see it!

However, he is the current chief of the dragon clan, and he cannot wander around during the war festival without special reasons.

"Damn it!"

"Grandpa, I'm back!"

Just then, Abe's voice rang out from inside the dragon's nest.

The old man didn't even turn his head, and asked, "What's wrong? What trouble have you gotten into this time that you've come back to me?"

His old face hardened, and he said in an annoyed tone:

"The incident where you lied about the appearance of a beautiful dragon at the Battle Festival and tricked your father, mother, and a bunch of elders into going there and getting beaten up is still going on. Several elders have been clamoring to beat you up all day long, and I'm the only one who stopped them."

"Doesn't this make you look wise and powerful, Grandpa?"

Abe chuckled awkwardly.

The reason why the dragons participated in the first battle festival was different from that of the people; they were tricked into going by Abe.

As a result, once they got there, they became easy targets for Rataen, and ended up getting beaten up.

"Speak, what are you doing back this time? Didn't I tell you to go and learn a skill?" The old man still had a stern face.

"We've discovered something incredible in the Sien Dungeon this time."

As Abe spoke, he took out a photographic stone related to Guior, turned on the projector, and said:
“A giant dragon of unknown age appeared inside. I feel that it might be very powerful, so I came back to show it to you, Grandpa. Should we go and investigate?”

"What incredible dragon? I..."

The old man turned his head, his face full of disdain.

When his gaze fell upon Gui'er on the screen, his breath caught in his throat for a moment, and then his eyes widened.

"This, this, this, this"

He suddenly moved closer to take a picture, constantly scrutinizing Gui'er's figure. Abe said, "How about it? There's no way to tell his age, right? He looks really impressive."

"That dignified gaze, that robust physique, and that booming voice remind me of my late mother."

The old man's eyes were filled with reminiscence, and he said softly, with a hint of emotion, "This is a dragon that could have been my mother."

"?"

Abe's expression stiffened for a moment. "Grandpa, what did you just say?"

Although I know my grandfather can be a bit eccentric at times, I don't think he'd act silly at a time like this.

"You just said she's in the Sien Dungeon?"

The old man looked up, staring intently at Abe.

"Ah." Abe didn't know what to say.

"It's definitely necessary to investigate this."

The old man regained his wise and calm expression, stroked his dragon whiskers, clapped his hands one last time, and said:
"It's decided, I'll go there myself!"

"what?"

(End of this chapter)