Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

Grey Hill Island, a village in the north.

"Uncle Marton, your leg is fine now. If it still hurts, come see me again!"

"Then I won't stand on ceremony, Grandma Maibu."

"When I first came to our village, you were the one who helped me find a place to stay. Please don't be so polite with me."

Inside the earthen house, two elderly people chatted idly.

Grandma Maibu was processing the herbs, and the old farmer followed beside her, washing the soil off the roots of the herbs.

"I've heard that the great Golden Dragon Lord has sent her dragonborn warriors to Grayhill Island."

"Oh, really?" Granny Maibu paused, then asked with interest.

Seeing that Maibu was interested, the old farmer continued:

"That's right. Our village behind the ridge to the east suffered a disaster. All the grass and grain in the village died. I heard that the dragon descendants have already gone to their village."

"But I've only heard that the dragon descendants who came in the past were all golden and as tall as houses."

Old farmer Marton couldn't help but reach up and gesture upwards.

"These are all short ones; you can't see any gold in them."

"Uncle Marton, if that's the case, are they scammers?"

"You can't say that!"

Marton's voice was much lower:

"I heard that a giant dragon is following them!"

"The Golden Dragon Lord has arrived?" Maibu stood up in surprise.

Seeing that his suspense had frightened Granny Maibu, Marton revealed a smug smile:

"No, it's a green dragon, only the size of two houses, unlike the Golden Dragon Lord which is bigger than a mountain."

"A green dragon? Isn't that the legendary evil dragon?"

"Yes, that green dragon claims to be from the Golden Dragon Court. Perhaps the great Golden Dragon Lord subdued the green dragon and ordered it to come and save us."

"A green dragon... has come to our rescue?"

Maib slowly sat down, muttering, "This is something I've never heard of before."

Old farmer Marton gestured with his hands again, saying with some regret, "If my land could grow this much grain, it would be better if we suffered a disaster too!"

"That's hard to say. I heard that some villages were affected by the disaster earlier and are now rebelling against the Golden Dragon Lord. They've already gathered together to attack the lord."

Hearing Maibu say this, the old farmer quickly waved his hand: "Then forget it, things are fine as they are. How could anyone be so foolish as to rebel against the great Golden Dragon Lord?"

After chatting for a while, the old farmer left Granny Maibu's earthen house with his hands behind his back.

After the old farmer left, Maibu locked the windows and doors, and then she quietly left the mud house. Although it was daytime, no one in the village noticed her.

Maibu moved like a ghost, traversing the rocky and dirt roads with ease, his figure flashing constantly. He quickly crossed the mountain ridge and arrived at the neighboring village.

She didn't go into the village, but instead stood on a high place and looked out.

Sure enough, she saw that many fields were already covered with lush green crops.

These fields stand out like ink dots on a blank sheet of paper around the barren village.

Maibu entered the village silently and went into her sister's mud house.

Noticing Maibu's arrival, Meryl quickly saw off the villagers who came to see her for treatment, then closed the doors and windows and met with Maibu.

With only the two of them present, they temporarily changed out of their coarse cloth robes and human skin masks, regaining their original youthful appearance.

"I heard that a green dragon has arrived, and it's a green dragon that has submitted to the golden dragon," Maib asked.

"Yes, I've already seen that green dragon. It was a young dragon, probably about to enter adolescence. Those little dwarves are the green dragon's offspring."

"A young dragon? A dragonborn?"

"Yes, although it's incredible, it seems to be an incomplete dragonborn, inheriting only a portion of the green dragon's magic, and the rest is similar to that of a mortal."

Maib stopped worrying about how the young dragons transformed into dragonborn, as that wasn't her primary objective for this trip.

"The golden dragon didn't come, nor did her bloodline of dragon descendant. Instead, a green dragon and a group of inferior dragon descendants arrived. What about our plan...?"

"I just received the new 'script' and have already read it. I was planning to come see you tonight, but since you're here, let's take a look now."

Mary took out a sealed letter.

The chanters called their organization a "troupe" and their plans of action "scripts".

All actions must be carried out in accordance with the "script," but members are also allowed to "create" their own actions in case of unexpected events.

However, the "creation" is observed by the upper-level "harpists" hidden among the "dancers".

If the plot of the "creation" is too poor or violates the doctrines of the Doomsday Chanters, he will personally intervene to bring the drama back to the right track.

However, if the plot of the "creation" is exciting enough and conforms to the doctrines of the Doomsday Chanters, then the dancer who completes the "creation" will have the opportunity to be promoted.

No one knows where the "harpist" is hiding, or who he is.

However, in dramas designed for the absolute "protagonist" like "The Last Sun," there will definitely be a "harpist," and there may even be more than one.

Therefore, neither Maib nor Meryl dared to "create" on their own.

Maibu opened the envelope and read it carefully. Soon, she had memorized the contents of the "script" completely.

She handed the envelope back to Meryl, who flicked a spark from her fingertip, setting the "script" and the envelope ablaze.

While burning the "script," Merry said:

"The Harpist believes that the Green Dragon may have been controlled by the Golden Dragon, and her dragon offspring should have been created by the Golden Dragon forcibly extracting the Green Dragon's true blood."

"Therefore, we must make contact with the green dragon as soon as possible and help it break the spell."

"Once the green dragon's control is broken, it can spread poison across Grey Hill Island—that's what the green dragon excels at."

"Once his mistakes are corrected, the Golden Dragon will surely descend upon Gray Hill Island and take center stage."

Maibu smiled as well: "Originally, we planned to use a dragon descendant connected to the Golden Dragon's bloodline as a sacrifice in order to lure the Golden Dragon out."

"Now that we have a green dragon controlled by a golden dragon, that would be perfect."

"The dragon of justice controlled the evil dragon in order to help mortals, but the evil dragon broke free of control and caused an even greater disaster."

"This is truly a perfect drama, as expected of Lord 'The Harpist'."

Meryl said, "We don't know how powerful the Golden Dragon's magic is. After all, it's the 'Sun of the End.' Perhaps those who come into contact with the Green Dragon will be killed by it."

Upon hearing this, Maibu calmed down considerably.

"So, what do you mean?"

"Didn't we and Miril train a group of 'apprentice dancers'? They are local villagers, so why not give them a chance to advance?"

"Alright."

……

While the two were plotting inside the house, several Black Dragon Descendants quietly crept up to the vicinity of the earthen house and began to monitor them.