Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

The Principality of Bosque did not just send a special envoy, but sent an entire high-level envoy, including historians, bards, court mages, etc.

The leader is Count Trischka, who is good at dancing and often travels as an envoy to the Holy Fadland Empire.

His title is just a virtual title and does not have an actual fief. This is not only an example of his outstanding diplomatic achievements, but also represents the importance that the Principality of Bosque attaches to the countries where it is sent as envoys.

After being brought into the hall by the guards, the handsome Count Trischka wore a luxurious dress and bowed deeply, making people feel like they were in the spring breeze, showing the etiquette of the Northland nobles for hundreds of years.

"Hello, respected King of Embers."

"I bring you the greetings of Duke Leo."

Cassius was still lying on the Iron Throne, staring condescendingly at the envoy, and did not respond immediately.

The air suddenly became stagnant.

The guards in the hall gripped their spears.

Although Trischka looked calm and had a normal expression, his slightly trembling hands and eyes that dared not look directly revealed his inner nervousness.

Not to mention the envoys behind him.

Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, when he actually faced this 20-meter-long dragon, Moore, a historian who was over fifty years old, still had a pale face, cold sweat broke out on his head, and he almost fainted. With the help of his attendants, he could barely stand still.

The famous female bard in the court, Yelena, known as the "Flower of Stratford", could obviously play and sing at a party with thousands of people, but at this moment, she was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she couldn't help but be shocked. Shout out.

Cassius was a little amused.

Red Dragon narrowed his eyes and finally spoke slowly, breaking the silent atmosphere.

"Envoys from Bosque, I would also like to say hello to you out of courtesy."

"But your Duke has just organized an assassination against me. How can I be sure that you are not another group of assassins with evil intentions?"

This sentence immediately made the hearts of everyone in the envoy rise to their throats, and they were still pounding.

Such a dangerous question made Trischka break out in cold sweat on his forehead, but this special situation was also planned.

He still followed the words he had prepared in advance, tried to keep his tone calm, and replied:

"Honorable King of Burning Embers, we, the Principality of Bosque, did not participate in that operation, and we were not even aware of it. This was all the result of the Principality of Norton's arrogance.

"And it should be clear to you that they have now received the punishment they deserved."

"As for those Lionheart Knights, they have long been expelled from the Principality of Bosque. This is their personal behavior and we are unable to control it."

"enough."

Before Trischka could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Cassius.

"Special envoy from Bosque, you don't have to pretend in front of me. Everyone here knows what happened, and I also know your duke's little thoughts."

A ferocious smile appeared on the corner of the red dragon's mouth, and even the scales on his eyes were slightly raised, making everyone in the envoy feel numb.

"But this time, I welcome you to become so-called 'observers', because only when you see clearly the gap in strength can you less cause trouble to me secretly."

He exhaled a breath that smelled of sulfur.

"After all, a fly can be easily crushed to death, but it is still very annoying to have it chattering around your ears all the time."

Hearing Cassius's comment, Trischka felt a little angry, but did not dare to show it.

After hesitating for a moment, he still mustered up the courage and said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone:

"Lord Cassius, I admit that your power is very powerful. Even thousands of people like me combined cannot compare with you."

"but."

He slowly raised his head, trying his best to restrain his instinctive fear, and looked directly into the red dragon's golden eyes with trembling eyes.

"Are you a little arrogant?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the envoy behind Trischka suddenly became terrified, fearing that the red dragon would go berserk on the spot and turn them all into ashes with one breath.

But Cassius was not as angry as they imagined, but looked into Trishka's eyes with interest.

"Why do you say that?"

Upon hearing the red dragon's inquiry, Trischka forced himself to calm down and continued:

"To be honest, Anzetta is just a remote place after all. Everything here is like a desert, whether it is wealth, culture or power."

"In the past ten years or so, I have been to the Fadland Empire in the south and the Free Trade Confederation in the west. I have seen the land flowing with honey and milk, the emperor's vast collection as vast as the sea, and I have also seen... The demigods of the Sun Warriors, the prosperity of those places is unimaginable to the people of the North. "

Listening to what he said, Cassius finally understood another purpose of this envoy - to divert trouble to the south, and to use the greed of the red dragon to invite this difficult god to other areas.

"It's a good idea. With my current strength, if I go to the south, I'm afraid I will be taken care of by various characters."

Cassius thought to himself.

Red Dragon narrowed his eyes slightly and did not answer. He just said lightly:

"I'm tired of hearing the sweet talk from you Bosques. I will arrange for you to go to the Trier Mouthpiece to observe this battle."

"Please record all this carefully and go back and tell the Duke."

"It would also help to prevent him from playing tricks."

After saying that, Cassius called the hobgoblin guards and invited the envoys out of the meeting hall.

Moore, Yelena and others had long been unable to stand the strong sense of oppression in the hall. When they heard Cassius's order, they felt as if they had been granted amnesty.

They breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they finally no longer had to worry about being roasted by the moody red dragon.

But Count Trischka was still thoughtful.

The envoys have arrived outside the palace.

The old scholar Moore took out his handkerchief, wiped the dripping sweat on his forehead, and couldn't help complaining: "Trischka, you are really too reckless this time!"

"If we offend that red dragon, we will all be buried here this time!"

Yelena also folded her arms and said with lingering fear: "That scene was really terrible, it was like a guillotine that was about to drop the guillotine at any time."

"Yes, fortunately the gods blessed us and allowed us to survive this time safely."

Trischka frowned, staring worriedly at the locked metal door behind him:

"If he is really so easily angered, it can only mean that he is just an ordinary red dragon, moody, killing, looting, and greedy."

"Although it is unscrupulous for a while, this kind of existence will not last long. Sooner or later, it will be eliminated by those big figures who maintain order."

"But he didn't."

"I think he is by no means a typical cruel and tyrannical red dragon in the academic sense, but a more cunning and terrifying existence."

"Maybe... he will really shake the rule of the Northland completely."