As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Slantingly through the door and some windows, you can see that the brothel is full of fun, singing and dancing.

"These are human nobles. Do you think these nobles will thank the Dragon Clan?" Ron asked quietly.

Ifrit didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Ron did not wait for Ifrit's answer: "The answer is no... Although the aristocracy can enjoy eight thousand years of stability and luxury because of the dragon, they will not thank the dragon family because they have to give it to the dragon family every year. They spent money to provide a large amount of wealth. In the eyes of these nobles, the dragon clan’s protection is a matter of course and it is the dragon clan’s responsibility.”

Ifrit was stunned, her face looked a little strange.

Ron didn't say much and quickly took Ifrit to another place.

Different from the luxurious and prosperous before, here, it is dark.

The magic lamp that seemed to be able to illuminate the entire royal city failed to project light to this area.

The air is filled with a dark, damp, and decaying atmosphere.

Faintly, you can also smell a strong stench.

Countless pieces of garbage were scattered on both sides of the narrow street, and the low wooden houses were dilapidated. Through the gaps, one could see a family of three in ragged clothes huddled together inside the wooden house, and a piece of tattered linen was their quilt.

In the cold alleys, you can still see some homeless people huddled in the corners, shivering in the night wind.

You can even see some bodies, already lying on the ground, motionless.

You can also see some children, just like her before, rummaging through the garbage dump, looking for something to fill their stomachs.

Here, there is no feasting, no singing or dancing.

There is no hot water to wash away the dirt on their bodies, no magic stone to provide them with warmth, and no large and soft beds to allow them to have a good sleep...

There is nothing here, and just living every day is enough to exhaust them mentally and physically.

Compared with the previous scene, that was the strongest contrast.

Only then did Ifrit realize that surviving during this period of wandering in the human world was simply luck.

Ron wants to twist Ifrit's will and the dragon girl's soul.

"Tell me Ifrit, what did you see?" Ron asked quietly: "Tell me, how can they thank the Dragon Clan?"

"Thank you to the Dragon Clan for allowing them to have no clothes on their bodies, no food to eat, and no fixed place to live?"

"Thanks to the Dragon Clan, they will die of hunger and cold in the cold night?"

Ifrit bit her lips hard: "No, that's not the case. The ones who caused this disaster were not the dragons, but the upper echelons of humanity."

“It is the exploitation at the top of mankind that leads to the disaster at the bottom.”

"Why don't they resist? As long as they overthrow those nobles..."

Ron suddenly sneered: "Oh, Ifrit, are you kidding?"

"Their ancestors resisted more than once...and then were suppressed by the Dragon Clan."

"Because the Dragon Clan took the money."

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Chapter 161 The Heart of the Dragon Girl (2)

Because the Dragon Clan took the money?

Ifrit's face turned a little pale. Because she had not lived in the Dragon Valley for too long, Ifrit didn't know much about the situation of the Dragon Clan. When she suddenly heard what Ron said, she only felt that she had understood it before. All the things in the world became distorted at this time.

"So, tell me, in the entire Twilight Continent, who would thank the Dragon Clan?"

Ron's voice floated in Ifrit's ears, and she opened her small mouth. As a dragon, Ifrit wanted to maintain a little dignity of the dragon at this time and defend the dragon clan, but she I don't know how to speak at all.

"The nobles will not thank the Dragon Clan because they feel that this is the service they deserve after paying for it."

"Civilians will not thank the Dragon Clan because it was the Dragon Clan that deprived them of hope."

"The dragon race is very powerful. As the race most loved by the world, they really have a unique advantage. The dragon race has strong strength from the moment they are born into the world. They do not need to practice hard. As they grow older, their strength will become stronger and stronger."

"Their power is unique and superior to all other races. This has caused the dragon race to become more and more arrogant and violent."

"Do you know how many countries there were in the Dusk Continent? No more, no less, one hundred and forty, but now there are only one hundred and thirteen countries left. Those twenty-seven countries were all destroyed by the Dragon Clan."

"One of the countries was destroyed by the Dragon Clan because the gifts they gave to the Dragon Clan failed to meet the standards of the Dragon Clan. The entire country, with millions of people, all died, leaving no one left."

"There is a country, just because someone secretly complained about the tyranny of the Dragon Clan, oh, God, the devil knows whether this is true or not, but this news somehow got into the ears of the Dragon Clan, and then this country was destroyed Lost."

"There was a country that had been bullied by its neighbors for many years. They rose up to resist, but because they did not offer as much tribute to the Dragon Clan as the other country, they were also destroyed."

Ifrit's complexion became paler and paler.

She bit her lips hard to prevent herself from making any sound.

"Did you know that dragons are inherently promiscuous, and they often ask all kingdoms and races to offer the most beautiful women for the dragons' lewd pleasure..."

"Two thousand years ago, a beautiful and fragrant woman appeared in the orc tribe. She was spotted by the dragon tribe and was forced to be sent to the dragon tribe as a sacrifice."

"Then, this woman became pregnant..." Ron's tone became more and more mocking, even with some contempt: "The noble blood of the dragon race cannot be defiled, and mixed-blood dragon species must not exist, so... they killed this orc woman."

"And this woman is the younger sister of the orc king back then, her biological sister... How much do you think the orcs will have a favorable impression of the dragons?"

"In the elves, there was once an elf queen kidnapped by a giant dragon and eventually tortured to death. How grateful do you think the elves would be to the dragons?"

"Recognize the reality. In the Dusk Continent, there is no race or intelligent life that will like the Dragon Clan or be grateful to the Dragon Clan."

"Intelligent lifeforms are all different, and their ways of thinking and acting styles are also very different. They have achieved unprecedented unity only in hating dragons."

"For the Twilight Continent, dragons are demons and vampires."

"Now that the Dragon Clan is destroyed, everyone is applauding. How many people will be sad for the Dragon Clan's destruction?" Ron raised his eyebrows: "Except for giant dragons like you..."

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Ifrit was shocked by Ron's words. She had never thought that the dragons had such an image in the eyes of other beings. Ron's words even made Ifrit feel that the dragons had done many evil things and deserved their demise. ...but that last sentence made Ifrit's body tremble.

She raised her head suddenly and looked at Ron with a pair of pure white eyes.

For a moment, Ifrit didn't understand what she was feeling in her heart.

She didn't try to escape from Ron's arms. Instead, a pair of small hands subconsciously grasped Ron's clothes. The trembling of her body gradually returned to calm after a few seconds.

His teeth nibbled lightly on his lower lip.

Then, Ifrit raised her head and looked at Ron silently: "You knew I was a dragon a long time ago?"

"Yes." Ron didn't hide this.

Ifrit paused briefly: "Then why are you still so nice to me? What are you going to do? Kill me with your own hands and completely exterminate the dragon species?"

"Or do you want to hand me over to the Kingdom of Granville or the Church of the Goddess of Dawn in exchange for more benefits for you?"

Ifrit's body trembled again.

She was inexplicably afraid.

She wasn't even sure what she was afraid of, whether she was about to face death or whether he would abandon her.

For the first time in my life, I felt some warmth, for the first time someone said my eyes were beautiful, and for the first time I felt a sense of happiness. I didn’t expect that this feeling would be so short-lived.

Although Ifrit's current injury is very serious, she is not completely without the ability to resist. If she is desperate, she can still show the form of the dragon again, kill the man in front of her, and even level a large area around her.

Although, after doing so, she might die from the dragon crystal depletion.

But what makes Ifrit feel incredible is that deep down in her heart, this thought is not too strong. She doesn't even know what she is hesitating about.

The pure white eyes stared straight at Ron, and she pursed her lips.

Seeing Ifrit's appearance, Ron burst out laughing. Then he reached out and rubbed Ifrit's head hard, turning her originally smooth burgundy hair into a messy bird's nest.

Ifrit, who was still immersed in depression and sadness, became a little angry. She twisted her little head violently and broke away from Ron's hand: "What are you doing?"

Ron chuckled: "Can you have some brains?"

"If I really want to do that, why do I have to tell you so much and tell you that I know your identity as a dragon?"

Ifrit was stunned for a moment, as if...it seemed to make sense.

Ron let out a heavy breath: "I'm different from others. I don't like dragons very much, but I don't have that much dislike for dragons either."

"I just want to tell you that the demise of the Dragon Clan is inevitable and no one can change it."

"There is no need for you to be sad about the destruction of the Dragon Clan."

In fact, it's not that sad anymore... Ifrit whispered in her heart: "How do you know that the destruction of the Dragon Clan is inevitable? You are not a prophet."

"You're right, I'm really a prophet."

"Hey..." A contemptuous voice came out of Ifrit's mouth. It was obvious that she didn't believe it.

"Do you know what that is?" Ron looked at the giant city on the horizon.

"The City of Gold." Ifrit replied.

The golden color is so dazzling, even at night, it still shines brightly.

Elves, orcs, humans, dragons, all call it gold.

"Wrong, it's the Twilight Temple."

"It was the palace of the Twilight Dynasty that once ruled the world."

"Outside the Twilight Temple, there is a special magic circle. Unless you actively provoke it, nothing will happen."

"However, if you try to attack the Dusk Temple, the magic circle will reflect the attack back with double the destructive power."

"When the Dragon Clan, after hundreds of giant dragons died in the Twilight Temple, still showed no restraint, and even tried to gather more, thousands of giant dragons, to smash the seal together, the Dragon Clan's demise was already Destined."

Ron didn't mind telling Ifrit a little more. Although she was a supervillain in the world of Destiny, it was decades ago.

Ron believed that fate would not pay too much attention to Ifrit for the time being.

After all, the repairman should be very busy right now, and he should have a lot of things to deal with.

Ifrit's eyes widened. She had no idea that this was the reason for the destruction of the Dragon Clan.

This is indeed something that the Dragon Clan can do.

"I once tried to spread this news, but unfortunately, the church and high-level government officials are suppressing it. No one wants the Dragon Clan to get this information."

"Of course, I guess even the Dragon Clan won't take it to heart if they hear this news. They believe even more that the dragon's powerful body and magic power can destroy everything."

Ifrit smiled bitterly.

He really knows a lot about dragons.

She didn't know how much she believed Ron's words...but some of the depression and sadness in her heart finally disappeared a little.

After a long time, Ron's voice broke the silence:

"The day after tomorrow, I will start my journey to Dragon Valley... Will you follow me?"

"I am a dragon. If my identity is exposed, you will be in trouble. Don't you care?" Ifrit raised her eyebrows.

"I've had enough troubles. Believe me, these are just small things." Ron chuckled.

"I can't help you much. I was seriously injured when Dragon Valley was destroyed. Now I'm just a pure burden." Ifrit bit her lip. She didn't know if she was crazy or not. She actually told the biggest secret to this man.

"It doesn't matter, you're not the only one around me who can't help."

For example, Lucia, the goddess of the moon who keeps hitting her head.

Ifrit's little hands grasped Ron's clothes again. She buried her little head in Ron's chest, and a muffled voice came from her arms: "By the way, how many bone dragons are you going to make?"

Ron also started to return to the Brela Hotel: "It doesn't take too much, just make a little bit, maybe a thousand."

"How about calling it a little bit? There are too many. You can't let the remains of the giant dragon be ruined like this. There are at most a hundred of them..."

"One hundred is too little, nine hundred..."

"two hundred!"

"Eight hundred!"

In the night sky, there was a meaningless and meaningless conversation between Ifrit and Ron.

"Na..."

"what happened?"