Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

Kailuo was so nervous that she didn't know how to answer the other party.

Although the cushion under her butt was very soft and comfortable, she felt as if she was sitting on a red-hot iron plate. She wanted to drop the hot gold coin and run away, farther away from this strong big sister!

But she didn't have time to put this idea into practice. She just raised her head and glanced secretly, and saw Irene staring at her straight. When she met that gaze, Kailuo couldn't help but tremble all over.

This feeling of being looked down upon by a top predator made the urge to escape in her heart disappear like a deflated balloon.

Her body seemed to be hit by the legendary immobilization spell, unable to move at all.

The two sides looked at each other quietly for a few seconds until the tavern owner brought their drinks, which broke the awkward situation.

Looking at the drink that was brought to him, Kailuo pursed his dry lips, lowered his head and looked at the cup in front of him, and whispered: "You...what changes do you want to hear?"

Erin had just poured herself a glass of water of life, took a sip, and then felt a burning sensation in her throat. Caught off guard, even with the dragon's thick skin and flesh, her cheeks couldn't help but turn red.

She couldn't help but sigh in her heart: 'The purity of this alcohol must be 99.9%. '

Forcibly suppressing the burning heat in her body, she looked at the girl in front of her, shook the goblet in her hand, and after a little thought, a newspaper appeared out of thin air in her other hand.

It was one of the newspapers that she had just "snatched" from Kailuo.

With a "pop", she gently slapped the newspaper on the table. Irene tapped the huge "World Journal" on the newspaper with her fingers, pretending to be ignorant and asked:

"Why don't you tell me about the development history of this World Journal first? I remember that there was no such strange organization fifty years ago."

Hearing this, a light seemed to flash in Kailuo's watery eyes.

If you ask her something else, she may not know, but she is very familiar with the information about the World Journal.

It can be said that the development history of the World Journal from nothing to something, from humble beginnings to today, she has firmly remembered it in her mind.

The reason why she remembers it so clearly is naturally not because she is a newspaper boy under the World Journal, but because the founder of this newspaper, President Xi Ze, who is now famous throughout the East Continent, has a similar experience to her.

At the beginning, I accidentally learned that such a big man was actually an "orphan" at the beginning. After being taken in by Lord Wangcai, the third in command of the Black Dragon Empire, he relied on his own efforts to achieve today's achievements step by step. Kailuo regarded him as his goal and "idol."

The naive Kailuo felt that Lord Caesar was taken in by Lord Wangcai when he was most helpless, and then relied on his own efforts to achieve today's achievements step by step.

And she was also taken in by Lord Arthas when she was most desperate, and now she is also working hard in her own way.

What a similar fate!

Like most children with rich imagination, Kailuo often fantasizes that maybe one day, she can also rise from humble beginnings like President Caesar, become bigger and stronger, and create glory again!

She thinks that Lord Arthas will be proud of her at that time!

Perhaps because of touching on a topic of interest, the tension on Kailuo's face slowly faded, and there was a bit of yearning in her eyes, and she didn't seem to be so afraid of the strong big sister in front of her.

She opened her mouth and whispered:

"You may not know that the World Journal is now a giant with branches all over the East Continent."

Then Kailuo hesitated.

She seemed to be organizing her words.

She seemed to be immersed in the history of decades ago.

"At the beginning, the founder of the World Journal, the great President Caesar... couldn't even enter the gate of the human kingdom..."

This is a long story. Coincidentally, Irene had plenty of time to listen to such a story.

So, on such an afternoon, as the sun gradually set in the west, in this tavern called Delusion Township, Irene stroked the crystal wine glass with one hand, and through the pure wine in it, she seemed to see how a small organization called the World Journal rose step by step from insignificance...