Chat group, if you have anything to say to my Holy Sword,

Just as Montgomery was completely overwhelmed by immense grief and helplessness, and could only watch helplessly as his father "died"—

Gofule's illusory arm, which was dissipating, rose up with remarkable ease. It did not avoid the horns on Montgomery's head, which were considered symbols of curses and were terrifying, but instead went straight through them.

That giant hand, which belonged only to the first King of Elden and once wielded a giant axe to cleave the earth, now gently and truly caressed the top of Mongot's head with an indescribable tenderness.

The movements were clumsy, even somewhat awkward.

A smile appeared on Ge Fulei's face.

That smile held neither the majesty of a king nor the wildness of a warrior, but only the most instinctive pride and satisfaction of a father looking at his child.

"I'm so proud of you..."

Gofule's voice had become extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, yet it was clearly imprinted deep in Montgomery's soul: "My child."

The moment he finished speaking, Ge Fulei's figure completely transformed into a dazzling golden dust.

Instead of soaring into the sky, they lingered like dandelions scattered by a gentle breeze, hovering tenderly and reluctantly around the frozen Montgomery for a moment before finally dissipating slowly into the air at the bottom of the pit.

No trace remained.

It's as if it never existed.

Only a faint trace of golden scent lingered in the air, proving that what had just happened was not a dream.

"Father?"

Montgomery's enormous hand remained frozen in mid-air, as if trying to grasp something. The spot on his head where his father had stroked him seemed to still retain that illusory yet real touch—warm, weighty, carrying a sense of approval from his father that he had never experienced before.

Immediately afterwards, an endless silence, like a cold tide, instantly engulfed the entire pit.

then

"Uh...uh..."

A suppressed whimper, like that of a wounded beast on its deathbed, escaped from Mongot's mouth.

Hearing the sorrowful voice behind her, Xiling sighed as she left the pit.

Who can stop someone from leaving when they truly want to?

Perhaps Geoffrey had already decided on his path the moment he set foot on the border.

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I've already paid back yesterday's reward, and even more!

Or should we just pretend the bounty doesn't exist?!

Typing is a bit tiring.

Chapter Sixty-Three: The Dragon Girl, the Preparations for the Celebration, and the Arrival of Melina {8k}

“Is that right?”

"Right...right?"

"That should be right, right?"

Xiling was now somewhat stunned, or rather, incredulous.

He tried to pat his head to clear his head, but the weight and warmth on his back reminded him that this was not a hallucination.

"The text does mention the Dragon Girl, but it doesn't say that the Dragon King is also..."

A cool evening breeze swept across the wilderness. Xiling could feel the warm, even breath of the person on his back gently brushing against the back of his neck.

At this moment, he was carrying someone on his back with a blank expression—no, to be precise, a woman! And a stunningly beautiful woman at that! Under the moonlight, her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, swaying gently in the wind.

She lay quietly on Xiling's back, her long arms hanging naturally in front of his chest.

He looked somewhat weak, clearly a result of the earth-shattering battle with Gefuli earlier.

"Um......"

The woman seemed to sense Xiling's surprise, and her clear, cool voice rang out, carrying a strange rhythm:

"Silver King, what happened?"

"No...it's nothing, Platon Sanks"

That's right!

The one being carried on Xiling's back right now is none other than the king of the ancient dragons!

Dragon King - Platons!

After leaving the hole, Xiling went to find the other person in the battle, or rather, the other dragon. He found the seriously injured Dragon King without much effort. At that time, she was still in her dragon form, with blood constantly seeping from the shattered scales on her chest.

The other person's injuries were not fatal, but they were indeed very serious.

Xiling wanted to bring the other party back to the royal city of Rodel. She couldn't let the meritorious official recuperate in this desolate wilderness, could she?

So Xiling expressed his idea: he wanted to bring the other person back to the royal city of Rodel.

Xiling planned to carry the dragon's body back directly.

However, after he made this suggestion, Platton Sanx fell into a long silence.

Just when Xiling thought she was going to be rejected, an amazing scene unfolded.

The enormous dragon body began to emit a soft light, and each scale turned into a point of light and slowly dissipated.

Amidst a shower of shimmering light, a perfect female body fell gently like a feather.

A perfect female figure slowly descended from the sky.

Xiling still remembers the shock of that moment.

Even now, he could still feel his heart pounding violently in his chest—and on his back was the Dragon King!

It was actually a woman!

He knew that the ancient dragon clan could indeed transform into human form; after all, there was indeed a dragon girl in the text.

But what surprised him was: Why is the Dragon King a woman?

"Forget it, Xiling, you're a hero, what haven't you seen? You'll see even bigger scenes in the future. Besides, you didn't know whether they were male or female anyway. They've just revealed their gender. What are you so surprised about?" Xiling muttered to herself.

Just then, a head gently rested on his shoulder. Xiling could feel the other person's cheek against his neck, warm breath brushing against his skin.

"Platton Sanks, what are you doing?"

Behind him came Platon Sanks' drowsy murmur: "Silver King, your scent... is quite pleasant."

"Really?" Xiling sniffed herself but didn't smell anything else.

Platon Sanx didn't say anything more, his dignified face showing a hint of relief and satisfaction as he closed his eyes.

She was indeed seriously injured and needs to rest and recover.

Pratonsangs, being carried on Xiling's back, felt the gentle swaying and the pleasant and reassuring scent emanating from Xiling, and drifted into a deep sleep.

......

Two days later.

Outside the city of Rhodes.

The Faded One rubbed his eyes and, along with a group of magicians, stared in astonishment at the changes at the gates of the royal city of Rodel.

The original location of the main entrance was completely demolished.

Looking from the front, there is a large platform in the city standing in mid-air, with countless people walking back and forth, carrying goods.

Even above the royal city of Rodel, a group of ancient dragons soared through the sky.

The faded one stared for a long time before slowly arriving at a conclusion.

He crossed.

Otherwise, how can you explain the earth-shattering changes that occurred in the entire royal city of Rodel in just three days since he left?

Although Xiling in the chat group was always describing the changes in the royal city, how things were changing here and there, this was just too outrageous!

It's only been three days.

If it were a month, the fading person wouldn't be so surprised.

Three days is outrageous!

But that's what a fantasy world is all about.

Without any obstruction, Rataen's gravity magic can easily demolish even the most impenetrable walls without leaving any hidden dangers.

The ancient dragon's power to soar through the skies was perfectly transformed into the most efficient air transport squadron.

Orcs, hybrids, and various other races that were once marginalized have been reborn and given dignity under the brilliance of the Silver Law. Now, as a powerful new force, they are enthusiastically dedicating themselves to construction, guided by the will of the silver.

These races, blessed by the Silver Law, were guided by knights sent by Xiling to the royal city of Rodel to participate in the upcoming celebration.

The scale of this upcoming celebration is destined to be unprecedented.

A single royal city cannot accommodate so many people.

Thus, the magnificent city wall that separated the inside from the outside was smashed open under Xiling's command.

This is a declaration of a new era, one where there is no royal city within the walls and no outsiders outside, only everyone participating and celebrating together.

Xiling's orders were met with no opposition, because people trusted him and his guidance. Rataen even volunteered to personally demolish the city walls.

While the faders and magicians were still speechless with astonishment at the dramatic change before their eyes...

A construction worker named Captain Kevin discovers that the wide-mouthed, country bumpkin magician outside the city is none other than the Faded One, the leader of the magic academy.

After saying something to the others, Kevin dusted off his hands (which weren't actually dust) and strode toward the group of Faded Ones.

The Faded One thought Kevin was welcoming him back and was about to come over and say hello, but as soon as Kevin approached, he put his arm around the Faded One's shoulder, lowered his head, and spoke in a very soft voice.

"You're finally back! I have some juicy gossip to tell you."

“No—interest—” The Faded One dragged out the last syllable, trying to free his shoulders from Kevin’s iron grip, his tone filled with undisguised resistance. “Right now, I just want to find a soft place, collapse like a lump of mud, and sleep until the end of time. Melon? Right now, I just want to eat a melon to help me sleep and then pass out! Please spare me!”

He's been camping in the wild these past few days. He's such a delicate magician, and now that he's back, instead of sleeping, he's listening to some gossip. Does he have nothing better to do?

Faced with the undisguised disgust and resistance from those who had faded, Kevin, in an extremely calm tone, even with a hint of schadenfreude, squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth:

"...It's related to Xiling."

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

The eyes of the faded one, which had been half-dead before, were now surprisingly bright, with the words "gossip" imprinted on them.

The Faded One stared at Kevin without speaking, but his eyes perfectly conveyed his inner roar: "Damn it! Then why are you still wasting your breath talking to me? Are you deliberately keeping me in suspense?!"

Kevin shook his head and released the faded one, even taking a half step back. He slowly shook his head and sighed, "Sigh, your attitude... I really didn't like that disgusted look you had just given me. This gossip, suddenly I don't feel like talking about it anymore."

The faded one immediately moved behind Kevin, massaging his shoulders, his tone ingratiating, "Is this enough pressure? I was blind to your abilities just now."

Kevin accepted the massage from the fading man with a relaxed and comfortable expression. To be honest, after being a foreman for a few days, he was indeed a little tired.

Whether it's physical or mental.

The Faded One, annoyed by Kevin's contented expression, increased the intensity of his massage. However, with his strength, Kevin could only be described as a massage.

Seeing that Kevin still wouldn't speak

The faded one shoved Kevin impatiently. "Hey! Are you going to tell me or not? If you don't, I'm really leaving!"

Kevin wasn't angry. He smiled and said, "Tell me, tell me now."

Kevin was also feeling frustrated. He didn't dare to mention it in the chat group, and these kinds of things had to be shared face-to-face to be truly satisfying and to give him that sense of accomplishment of seeing the other person's pupils tremble!

The two leaned closer to Kevin and whispered, "I had some things to do in my own world a few days ago and couldn't come here, but when I arrived the next day, I saw Xiling being pestered by a woman."

"hiss--!"

The faded person gasped sharply.

"real or fake?"