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However, for obvious reasons, Afredia's center of gravity was significantly higher than that of an average woman. This inevitably caused some concern among those watching, fearing she might accidentally fall. Although she wouldn't be injured if she did, Ivan never looked away.

"Isn't the scenery beautiful?" The Demon King blushed and turned his head to look away.

"You are looking at the scenery, and the people looking at the scenery are looking at you. The bright moon decorates the lady's window, but whose dream does the lady decorate?"

Poets, thank you. Chinese teachers, thank you. Teachers who compiled textbooks, thank you too. And the Lingzi Terminal who taught me to speak elegant local dialect, thank you too.

Seeing the cute blush on the girl's face, Alvin, who shamelessly copied modern poems from the textbook and then translated them into Xuma language, expressed his gratitude in his heart.

"Oops! I fell!" With a highly fake and contrived cry, the dragon chariot descended from the sky, instantly knocking the secretly complacent boy to his knees. The mountain king curled his lips, closed his eyes, and raised his front hooves to cover his nimble little ears.

The two of them quarreled for a while before they rode towards the picturesque scenery ahead.

Hmm? Did you forget something?

"Sir! Your Excellency!" Gracie ran on all fours with his tongue out.

His speed was faster than that of ordinary mounts, and in order to avoid losing the two powerful outsiders, the patrol immediately ordered the newcomer to jump off the horse and start walking when they saw that the other party was getting farther and farther away.

Sniffing the air for traces, the Gray Wolf-blooded Fur-Tribe orc finally managed to track them down. Gracie breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the two marvel at the unique scenery of the forest city like ordinary tourists. At the same time, she couldn't help but wonder, these two are clearly on their honeymoon, is there really any need to be so nervous?

Because it is located on the outer border of the Great Wilderness Sutra, this forest city called "Viena" is not only a developed commercial city, but also a scenic tourist city that attracts a large number of foreign tourists every year.

Its name comes from the meaning of "forest stream", and the clear stream flowing down from the top of the tree mountain adds a bit of poetry to the whole city.

However, recalling the astonishing scene of one of them raising his hand and creating a storm, Gracie immediately put aside her naive thoughts.

There's nothing wrong with being a little nervous before you figure out what these two are here for.

As for what the other party said earlier about 'saving the world'.

Stop joking. I, Gracie, am not a kid who just turned ten. How could I possibly believe something like that?

He must be joking...right?

……

Oh no, why am I getting more and more nervous!

Chapter 93 Oh, it’s all over

The population composition of the forest city of Viena is very complex, so Ivan's outfit, which is more like a costume, did not cause any confusion.

Since the patrol was delayed, he and Afrediya simply stuck together like conjoined twins and began to explore the city of Viena, which had a unique terrain.

The city is spread out along the sunny south side of Shushan Mountain, where the undulating roads intertwine with the resilient branches and roots, creating a complex and fascinating tapestry. Due to the slope of Shushan Mountain itself, the main urban roads resemble a circular highway, spiraling through the various districts.

From time to time, one could see traditional elevators powered by human or animal power, the latter often utilizing the mystical beasts introduced by Elrond. Near the main roads, there were also purely mechanical elevators powered by magical steam engines. The white vapor from the chimneys blended with the mist from the forest, making the entire city seem like it was bathed in a fine spring rain, hazy and dreamy.

Due to the unique urban structure of the forest city of Viena, the entrance on the ground floor of a building is often connected to the exit on the top floor of another building. Therefore, sometimes even if you are on the 18th floor, you have to go up the stairs to find someone on the first floor. It is amazing.

Born in the vast, silent desert, the Mountain King was clearly unaccustomed to this kind of city, and particularly disliked those overly narrow stairways and alleyways. Especially when it stood up and stretched its legs to cross a narrow area, the surprised looks from passersby made it snort in frustration.

So, before Sanwang got so angry that he launched a missile, Ivan clenched his fist and said that he would force the guy to shut down and stuff it into the spiritual space. Only then did it calm down again and follow behind the two of them obediently, like a well-behaved and ordinary "pony" that was only a little over three meters tall.

By the time Gracie finished his exhausting marathon and entered the city, the two of them and their horse had already finished their stroll and were sitting in front of a restaurant with a red-tiled roof ordering food.

Dahuanglin specializes in various types of tea and has rich tea-drinking customs. There is a restaurant in Weiyena that specializes in this type of product, which is often paired with various special snacks, making it very suitable for tourists to relax and rest after a tired walk.

Considering that the area is also a specialty of ceramics, Alvin had heard his fellow guild members who chose the Great Wasteland Forest as their birthplace complain that the company that created the fully infiltrated game Palladia was probably trying to trick him into playing a trick on a big country in the East.

As a result, after everyone became more familiar with the characteristics of this country, they discovered that there was indeed a great country in the East. However, it was not the same as everyone had initially suspected.

But no matter what, you still have to eat.

Looking at the colorful and bizarre array of food, Ivan, who had expected something like morning tea, couldn't help but hold his head. Afrediya, on the other hand, was eager to try all the local specialties infused with spices, cheese, and eggs.

Forget it, with the ancient dragon's iron stomach that can digest metal minerals, it should not be defeated by the local specialties of the Great Wilderness Forest.

Well, not easily, absolutely not.

Ivan picked up the multi-layered pancake made of gluten flour, coconut milk, butter and condensed milk, and was just about to take a bite when he saw a familiar figure crawling into the restaurant on all fours, tongue hanging out.

"Please, please give me a glass of juice as soon as I can."

The restaurant owner quickly brought out a glass of dark green juice mixed with black flocculent suspended matter. Gracie took it breathlessly and gulped it down without even looking at it.

The next second, the Gray Wolf-blooded Fur Tribe orc immediately performed a special Shu opera performance. If it weren't for his facial hair, everyone would have clearly seen his face turn ashen.

"Why, why is it chili lemonade with chocolate aloe vera juice!!!" Gracie, whose hair stood on end, pinched her throat and couldn't help but spit out a few sparks into the sky. Then she rolled her eyes and fell backwards stiffly.

“…” The restaurant owner put his hands on his hips and shook his head, then began to induce vomiting in the customer as usual.

This guy had a lizard-like head, and his dietary habits were clearly very different from those of the dog-headed Gracie. He'd just pick whatever was served the fastest, and instinctively chose the most familiar home-cooked beverages of his people. But in the Great Wild Forest, different customs were commonplace. The various subhumans living there often had vastly different habits, from food to everything else.

"Did that half-blood just breathe fire?" Fleur asked vaguely, puffing up her cheeks.

Apparently, the local specialties did not break Gu Long's iron stomach, and she even enjoyed the food.

"Can a few sparks be considered as erupting fire?" Alvin didn't understand what his girlfriend meant for a moment.

Meanwhile, the portly restaurant owner carried Gracie outside the shop, pointed his shoulder at Gracie's stomach, and began jumping on the spot. Within moments, the wolf orc vomited rainbows and quickly regained consciousness.

"Sorry, I'll give you a glass of lemon aloe vera juice. Don't worry, there's no chili or chocolate in it this time." The boss quickly handed the glass of cloudy light green drink to Gracie and added.

"for free."

The young ranger was obviously too shy, so he had no choice but to take the free drink and go into the restaurant.

Ivan shook his head and waved at him, and Gracie hurried over.

"Please take a seat."

Although Alvin took the initiative to pull out a chair for the other party, the latter kept shaking his head and finally was only willing to sit half on the edge of the chair, looking very cautious.

This kid must have been severely beaten by society before, otherwise he wouldn't be so cautious. But he's not thick-skinned enough, so he doesn't know what's going on.

Before Ivan could say anything, Afrediya said something that almost made the young ranger fall to the ground.

"You are the Dragonborn, right?"

Gracie was startled, her eyes widened, her body was stiff and tense, and she was even shaking a little. Her ears were stuck to her head as if they had been cut off.

Only then did Ivan realize the hidden meaning behind Frey's earlier words. Thinking back carefully, when Afrediya inadvertently released her aura, this guy's behavior was also different from others, clearly more sensitive to dragon's aura.

If he was Dragonborn, that would indeed explain a lot.

But looking at the gray wolf-blooded fur-bearing orc in front of him, he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

The giant dragon living deep in the Great Wild Forest is truly...philanthropic.

"Are you... a dragon?" Although she was quite tall, Gracie curled up and asked in a low voice, her eyes revealing her unconcealable panic.

"Yes." Afrediya answered immediately and casually stabbed the fork into the center of the cake. The red sauce made from fresh fruits poured out, and a faint fishy and sweet smell spread.

Seeing this action, Gracie couldn't help but shudder, and finally moved her lips to squeeze out a complete sentence.

"Um, may I ask, are you here to clean up those guys who are becoming more and more outrageous?"

"Huh?" Afrediya was stunned, and so was Ivan.

Seeing the expressions on their faces, Gracie was dumbfounded.

The same thought came to the minds of the three people at the same time.

what's going on?

Chapter 94: Resident Evil

Gracie was sweating profusely.

He vaguely realized that he might have made a mistake.

"Aren't you a relative of the head of the family?" the stupid young orc asked hesitantly.

"The head patriarch you're talking about is that Bomo who's good at brewing, right? My family lives quite far away, and we're not even close to each other anymore, so we can't even be called relatives."

Afrediya glanced at him, her tone quite casual, as if she was just chatting about family matters. Perhaps, to her, it was indeed just chatting about family matters.

"Come to think of it, the old gentleman with the most offspring in the Great Wilderness Forest is the one. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone out to open a winery and do business himself." The Demon King made a few jokes, but Gracie didn't respond at all. The latter looked confused, as if he had never heard of this name.

"I don't know the headmaster's true name, but I learned from my grandfather that most of the dragonborn in the Great Wilderness Forest share the same ancestor, and the respectful title he receives from the clan is headmaster."

"Hmm? It seems that he is a descendant from outside the five generations. That's not right. If he is a mixed-race descendant from outside the five generations, how could there be dominant genetic characteristics?" Afrediya muttered.

Except for a few weird ones and wild dragons that have completely lost their cultural heritage, most real dragons are creatures with a strong sense of family, even those of mixed blood.

Furthermore, because dragon bloodlines bring immense power, parents often shoulder numerous responsibilities. Education is particularly crucial, and dragons even assign dedicated elders to oversee related matters. After all, if dragon bloodlines disrupt order and cause chaos, it will inevitably cause trouble for all dragons. Even from a purely profit-oriented perspective, this is a necessary evil.

But even dragons have different levels of closeness. 'Five Wheels' is a term used within the dragon clan. The specifics are a bit complicated, but to put it simply, relatives within nine generations can be counted as five wheels. Relatives further out are considered more distant, and the responsibilities and obligations they need to bear will be much less.

If the half-blood dragon descendant is not within the range of five wheels, he is at least a great-great-grandson or more. By then, the concentration of dragon blood genetic factors will naturally degrade to a negligible level, and the genetic traits will basically be not much different from those of the native species, so even the surname will not be inherited.

From the outside, there really weren't many dragonborn features on Gracie. If she hadn't just drank the strange drink and spewed sparks from her mouth, she wouldn't even be able to confirm her dragonborn identity.

Of course, the possibility that the features are obscured by hair cannot be ruled out. Gray wolf-blooded fur-bearing people have a very abundant amount of hair on their bodies, covering their entire bodies even in summer.

Meanwhile, Ivan also felt that the name Bomor sounded familiar. After a moment's reflection, he remembered having heard it from the Dwarf King before.

At the celebratory dinner, the barrel of fine wine that almost caused a huge fight in the cabinet and even the royal court of the Dwarf Kingdom of Lonely Mountain was called 'Black Dragon Bowmore Old Cave 20 Years Production Pure Malt Whisky'.

If he had not heard the name "Bomore" again, he would probably have thought it was just the name of a wine. Although it was called "Black Dragon" and "Cave", it was just like those so-called traditional old brands on Earth that used the fame of ancient people to brag about themselves. In essence, it was all commercial bragging.

Now it seems that this is actually Long Kai's winemaking workshop. It suddenly feels so magical...

"What do you mean by 'too much'?" Ivan suddenly spoke up. He had not forgotten what Gracie had said just now.

"Uh." The young orc immediately felt something stuck in his throat.

If they were indeed relatives of our ancestors, then the family scandal would be exposed, and at most they would receive a loving slap from our ancestors. However, if outsiders learned of this, it would probably cause disaster.

But when he thought about what happened to his parents, he felt there was no need to cover up for those bastards. It was just a disaster, wasn't it? At worst, the entire Great Wild Forest Dragonborn would suffer the consequences.

"In the beginning, only some dragonborn wanted to become nobles like those in other countries. If they relied on the power of dragon blood to gain power, then others would have nothing to say. At best, it was just competition. But they have been going too far in the past hundred years, and they actually want to naturally divide people into different classes based on their ethnicity." Gracie clenched his teeth, his face showing a very complicated expression.

"Those people believe that other races should be slaves of the Dragonborn from birth. Moreover, noble Dragonborn and lower races must never intermarry, otherwise they will be honor-killed."

Gracie's words were rather confusing, but Alvin could hear from them a new class system based on the long-term rule of the minority over the majority.

The current Great Wilderness United Emirates is essentially a representative state based on a tribal union. If the new system described above were adopted, congratulations! This would be a major leap forward, but the direction would not be forward, but rather a radical step backward, towards slavery.

The most shocking thing was that, with the innate divine power granted by their dragon blood genes, those lunatics, whose minds were so backward they'd almost degenerated into monkeys, actually had a chance to accomplish this. However, this wasn't a good thing for anyone else, or even the entire Great Wilderness Forest; it was a complete regression of civilization.

As for why they hadn't succeeded in Virtual Paladia, come on, with the ancient sealed artifacts already emerging from the ground, who would have bothered to stage a coup? They'd probably already been siphoned off to other realms, or simply buried underground as fertilizer by that corrupted druid, Willow.

Afrediya was similarly stunned. However, her astonishment wasn't solely due to the other party's stupidity.

"Wait a moment, let me calm down." The beautiful girl from ancient times rubbed her forehead. The impact was too strong, and her brain, which had been logged on, almost went offline automatically.

"What is the descendant rate of the dragon blood factor concentration in your Great Wild Forest Dragonborn?"

"Huh?" Gracie's jaw dropped open, revealing a clear look of stupidity.

"My fault." Afrediya covered her face and asked again:

"To put it another way, how many generations can the dragonborn of the Great Wild Forest maintain their dragon-like characteristics?"

"I'm not sure. My grandfather is said to be a sixth-generation dragon. The scales on his body are thicker than those of other orcs with giant lizard blood. This should be considered an overt dragonization trait, right?" Gracie was not sure, and then opened his mouth to reveal a mouthful of fangs.

"As for me, I'm probably the ninth generation. I can barely see any dragonborn characteristics anymore. My teeth are just sharper than other orcs with gray wolf blood, and I'm a bit stronger."

"Oh, and if I eat spicy or other stimulating foods, I'll occasionally cough up sparks and smoke, but that's all."

Afrediya's expression gradually became dull.

"That doesn't make sense. The ninth generation still has the dominant trait..."

"Is your grandmother a dragonborn? What about your parents?" The Demon King's tone became extremely serious, and Alvin also felt something was wrong.

"My grandmother was just an ordinary orc. My mother inherited some dragon-born characteristics, but my father is also a fur-bearing person with ordinary gray wolf blood." Gracie looked at the two of them with some uneasiness. He was a person who was very sensitive to the atmosphere around him and immediately noticed the change in the other party's attitude.

"I'm just here for my honeymoon." Afrediya held her forehead and shook her head.

"How could we encounter such a biochemical crisis?"

"What?" Alvin was stunned. He just came to save the world, so how could he be related to the Resident Evil?

"We need to investigate further, the worst-case scenario." Afrediya pursed her lips.

"I'll probably need to apply for a Level 2 prohibition on directed surface cleansing magic."

Chapter 95 Two Questions