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Chapter 672 Come on, sign this slave contract.
"Have you ever traveled to the western continent occupied by the demons?"

As Bontoo looked at the contents of the document, it even recorded a total of three entry and exit records, each accurate to the minute, and also wrote down the gains of each time.

It is said that this is because Master Eunka's internal magical reserves far exceed those of ordinary people, thus enabling him to temporarily move around and explore the miasma-filled western continent.

However, based on the three entry and exit records in the data, each exploration lasted no more than six hours, so it is hard to say that he could have made any significant progress in just six hours.

Bantou glanced at the list of hauls, which only contained descriptions of local produce and map construction, without going into any deeper details.

In short, it's worthless.

He was speechless. "They're capable of traveling to and from the Western Continent, so why can't they bring back something more valuable?"

"No, a mysterious figure like him would certainly not reveal all his gains. This information is probably just a cover-up."

After reading the whole thing, this investigation report on Instructor Eunka didn't contain much substance; it was as if the Magic Association was shrugging at him, saying they really couldn't find him anymore.

However, without understanding what Instructor Yunka said, it would be extremely difficult for the Warrior Kingdom to separate the dragon blood from the body. Who knows how that guy turned the monster into a human back then? There are no relevant records anywhere!

Given the technology currently available to the Warrior Kingdom, it's simply impossible to transform monsters into humans!
Bontoo looked at the document over and over, trying to find something useful, but to no avail.

"Ugh."

He finally sighed, as if trying to change his mood for a while, and turned his attention to other documents.

Some of the documents contain information unrelated to recent events.

For example, there was a letter of appeal from the neighboring "Kingdom of Ten Thousand Religions," Scameron, a country where many churches coexisted peacefully for the past century. However, it is said that a rebellion has suddenly broken out due to religious conflicts within the country, so the royal family sent a letter of appeal to the Kingdom of Warriors.

The key point is that there were two letters requesting help, both from Scameralon; the other one came from the rebels.
Bontoo's opinion on this is: I can't be bothered with it.

Anyway, the Kingdom of Warriors doesn't have the Church of War among the messy churches in the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Religions, so there's no need for the Kingdom of Warriors to interfere.

He put down Scammeron's letter and looked at his own country's letter, which mentioned that the "Thirty Heroes" of the Glory Dungeon had introduced a new hero, and that hero was the founding king of the Warrior Kingdom.

That is, the ancestors of Bantowu.

Seeing his ancestor transformed into a controllable character in the dungeon, Bontou was speechless for a moment.

Thankfully, Dungeon Fighter Online didn't turn its ancestors into female characters like some other games like FGO.

Various trivial matters flashed before his eyes, but Bantou's mind was always preoccupied with Eunka and his mentor.

A new document appeared before them, titled "No trace of demons left within our territory; preliminary assessment indicates complete annihilation of the demon race."

Upon seeing this title, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he finally remembered something he had previously overlooked:

Yunka and his disciples once captured demons for research.
What exactly is the subject of their research?

"My mentor's purpose in researching the demon race, to be honest, he never revealed it to me."

Not long after, in the capital's prison, Edgar, imprisoned there, spoke these words to Bontoo, who had come to interrogate him.

"However, Your Majesty, if I could see the materials left behind by my mentor, perhaps I could deduce his purpose from them. After all, I was once his most trusted student."

Edgar had been imprisoned for quite some time, and he was filthy with signs of torture on his body, but his eyes were still very bright when he spoke.

The magician who was using magic to test whether he was lying nodded to Bontou, indicating that the guy was not lying.

"Your Majesty, I am sincere."

Faced with Edgar's words full of loyalty, Bontoupi smiled insincerely, waved his hand, and suddenly Tulsi appeared.

"I will only consider your proposal after Professor Tulsi has searched your memory and confirmed that there are no problems. Moreover, all your actions will be under the supervision of the Association."

As Bontoo's voice rang out, Tursie stepped forward, smiling as she pulled a piece of parchment covered in runes from her pouch, and said in a gentle, neighborly tone:
"Come on, sign this slave contract."

"Uh"

Edgar's confident expression instantly turned extremely ugly.

This king can't be fooled anymore.
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The Saen Thanksgiving Ceremony is still ongoing.

It seemed that Prince Temud was going to perform soon, so more and more people gathered, and guards came in batches to maintain order.

However, Japal couldn't see what was happening here, because he had already run away to avoid embarrassment and was now drowning his sorrows in a tavern in front of the academy.

However.
"I didn't expect the damage to be so great. What's even more regrettable is that the matter was resolved before we were able to help."

"I donated all the money I made from selling strategy guides last time to support the reconstruction of the capital. Honestly, I hate seeing people homeless." Leon, the captain of the strategy guide team and the Skyward strategy guide team, chatted with Luluwo, while Dahl poured glass after glass for Japal and drank with him.

Is this some kind of big gathering of acquaintances, and all of them are people I've taught?
Japar felt awkward. What he really wanted was to be alone, but instead he ran into three people having a party. The three seemed to be close friends and would get together every now and then.

"The teacher is also very powerful. He was able to fight against that crazy dragon. I heard that the two dragon clan leaders were beaten without any chance to fight back." Leon raised a glass of Japar.

"Ah ha ha"

Now that things have come to this, Japal can no longer admit that he was swallowed up like a snack by Baylor. In front of the younger generation, he said that he had exchanged a few blows with Baylor, but he was defeated because he had lost his strength due to fighting the Mad Dragon for too long.

Any god will do, please forgive me for lying this time; the old man doesn't want to lose face twice in one day.
Japar prayed silently in his heart.

“Speaking of the Berserker Dragons, I never imagined they were a dragon clan hidden on a floating island, and a pure-blooded one at that,” Dahl said, looking at Luluwo. “I heard you recruited the only sane floating island dragon into your team.”

The Floating Island Dragon Clan—this is the temporary name people use for the Mad Dragons.

“Yes, but I can’t bring her back now.” Luluwo seemed a little downcast when talking about this. “She’s at Dragon’s Nest now, and we haven’t seen her for a week.”

“After all, the local dragons must have a lot of questions for her,” Leon reassured her. “Don’t worry, Fudoline will probably be fine.”

"Yes, but I'm really worried. It's a pity I'm just an adventurer and don't have the ability to go to the dragon's nest to see her." Luluwo also showed considerable concern for Fudolin, her teammate whom she had only known for a short time.

Leon smiled. He remembered that when he first met Luluwo, she was quite disdainful, but now she had become a caring older sister.

"The Fudolin you're talking about is still in the Dragon's Nest, right?"

Japar suddenly spoke up:
“I happen to have some business with Erro and the others, so I can take you to meet them, just to put my mind at ease.”

Upon hearing this, Luluwo's ​​head was filled with exclamation marks.

"Thank you!"

Dragon's Nest, the area inhabited by the four-legged dragon.

Fudolin stayed in the quarters that the four-legged dragon chieftain Hidal had designated for her, looking around listlessly.

She's talked more in the last few days than she's ever spoken in her entire life, and her throat is always dry from talking.

This situation was to be expected, since both Ero and Hidor were curious about the dragons of the floating islands and were also wary of the plague. Therefore, after inviting her over, they pressed her for details, asking about all sorts of information.

Fudoline has told everything she knows.

The location of the floating islands, the way to get there, the history of the dragons on the floating islands, the origin of the plague, and so on—Ero and the others already knew all of this.

Tracing their history, the local dragons of the Warrior Kingdom discovered that they were actually from the same family as the dragons of the floating islands. This fact greatly surprised Erro and his companions. However, after their surprise, there was nothing to say. They had been separated for so many years; they couldn't very well come back to claim kinship, could they?

The plague is currently unresolved, but Erro and his companions are interested in the floating islands and are planning to explore them. They will need Fudolin as their guide.

Even after revealing that the mad dragon that destroyed the capital was her mother, she was still treated as an important guest and kept in the dragon's nest. She received quite good treatment and had nothing to complain about.

She is temporarily unable to freely enter and leave the dragon's lair, and the dragons around her look at her, a "pureblood dragon," as if she were a giant panda, which she finds hard to accept.

So now, she simply stops going out altogether. There's nothing interesting to see in the Dragon's Nest anyway, and the ruins of the capital city outside are even less interesting. Instead, she misses the time when she was with the Skyward Strategy Team even more.

The local dragons are all hybrids, with impure bloodlines. Fudolin and the local dragons both feel a sense of distance, and because of the influence of their bloodlines, they even find it hard to stand each other. However, this influence is suppressed by reason and does not show.

Just then, there was a knock on her door, and the maid who took care of her said:
"Miss Fudolin, someone has come to see you. It is said to be one of your former adventurer companions."

"Really?"

Fudolin's eyes lit up, and she jumped out of bed, opened the door, and went straight out.

She herself didn't realize how much she was looking forward to meeting Luluwo and the others, even though she hadn't felt anything special about it before.

A moment later, she saw Luluwo and the others, and a smile appeared on her face.

"This way!"

Fudorin waved to them, and Luluvo waved back and walked towards her.

Feeling very happy, Fudolin felt she had a lot to say.

Just as the two were a few steps apart and could speak, a maid suddenly rushed over and said to Fudolin:
"Your mother has emerged from the underground city!"

Fudoline paused for a moment. What did she hear?
"And she looks very strange, you should go and take a look!"

(End of this chapter)