The Dragon Princess Who Traveled Through Another World

The floating city has established a space portal at the original site of Bella Village.

in order to go back and forth.

Charlie went through the portal and came to the ground.

Compared with the last time I came here, the number of tents here seems to be more.

After the questionnaires were distributed, the planning of the residential area was quickly implemented.

The crude wooden houses that had been built in a hurry were all overthrown and rebuilt.

But the lower city residents who built these wooden houses were not only not annoyed, they were also very happy.

It's good to tear it down!

Only by dismantling them can we continue to earn points!

It's not that Charlie didn't fail to notice that a popular name in the floating city recently is downtown.

But, she can't do anything about it for the time being.

It is impossible for her to let go of the policy and let all those who defected run to the floating city.

The place that was originally plagued by dragons is now a different scene.

Intelligent life forms of various races gather here.

The simple wooden houses with unique style are built so that they are flourishing.

And among these strange-looking races, there is a group of people who are particularly eye-catching.

They stood there like a crowd of chickens.

Only let Charlie take a look from a distance, and he knew that most of them were the guests mentioned by Li.

Not far away, there stood seven tall, handsome men in gorgeous, golden armor.

They were surrounded by an old man with a very unique temperament.

With a kind smile on his face, the old man looked at the busy wisdom around him.

These few people have become a unique landscape among the refugees.

The seven handsome men who guarded him all had smooth, long golden hair.

The handsome facial features are extremely aggressive.

They were not seen holding weapons, but the aura that everyone exuded was enough to shock others away.

The little black dragon on Charlie's shoulder raised his head calmly.

It seemed that someone was watching.

The old man surrounded by seven people looked in Charlie's direction.

When he saw the little black dragon standing on Charlie's shoulder, he was slightly taken aback.

Then, he strode towards Charlie.

The pace is steady, without the slightest aging.

And behind him, the seven 'Golden Male Model Group' followed like a shadow, respectful.

Hi, young man, what's your name?

From the old man's gentle conversation, Charlie could only feel the kindness like a trickle of water.

Charlie Violet.

The old man nodded kindly.

But instead of continuing to talk to Charlie, he raised his hand and pointed to the black dragon on her shoulder.

Can I speak to him alone?

Charlie blinked, his eyes wandering between the old man and his own dragon:

As long as he agrees.

She thought that the black dragon would continue to put on airs as usual.

Don't pay attention to the kind-hearted old man in front of you.

However, the reality is cruel.

The black dragon jumped directly off the ground, turned around and left.

The old man followed with a smile.

Only Charlie was left looking at the black dragon going away in disbelief.

She is...? !

Did you raise a white-eyed dragon? !

Charlie looked at the black dragon with a very 'shocked' look.

However, the seven-member male model group left by the old man was even more shocked when they looked at her, as if they were watching a spectacle in the astral world.

...

On the west side of the Jinzela continent where the floating city of Shandolila is located;

On the east side of the Mexido continent occupied by the Holy Tricolor Copper Empire.

Here, there is a continent with plenty of water, named Venisy, also known as the 'Land of Water'.

There are no humans on this continent, but there are as many as 300 species of intelligent creatures.

Most of the intelligent creatures living here live in a tribal way.

A river named Mega runs through the east and west sides of this continent.

The Maija River flows through Lake Nawi, the largest saltwater lake in the world.

And right in the center of Nawei Lake, a pavilion stands on the water.

For example, elves have too strict aesthetic requirements for architecture.

The beautiful style of the small building in the center of the lake is integrated with the original and beautiful scenery around.

At this time, a secret meeting was being held in the small building.

The people sitting around the conference table were all wearing white cloaks.

The hood was deliberately pulled down to conceal his appearance.

There was a loud bang.

A crumpled Goblin Friday Special was slammed on the conference table.

It's goblins again! It's them again!

The voice of another white robe was faint: This is much ahead of our plan.

Will there be any impact?

Everyone looked at the chief of the conference table.

The 'White Cloak' on the first seat did not speak.

However, the goblin newspaper that was slapped on the table disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already in the hands of the head seated person.

The 'white cloak' on the first seat flipped through the newspaper as if no one else was there.

Everyone immediately understood that the person in the first seat would not answer this question.

The meeting consciously moved on to the next topic.

Everyone, there seems to be something wrong with Tiamat.

Everyone looked at the speaking white cloak.

What's going on, can't you explain it more clearly?

The white cloak who had slapped the newspaper on the table earlier asked in a very fiery tone.

That's the problem, and she doesn't want me to know.

So, I can't assess the impact of that on our plans either.

'Wow--'

The sound of flipping newspapers was particularly abrupt here.

But no one raised any objections.

Accidents, accidents and accidents, I won't be surprised by another accident!

The burly white cloak folded his arms around his chest, and his tone of voice was full of resentment.

'Wow--'

Accompanied by the brisk flipping of the newspaper, another person sitting on the long table raised his hand quietly.

That... In fact, there is indeed something wrong with me...

Except for the one in the first seat who was leisurely flipping through the newspaper, all the white cloaks looked over.

Eh... Actually, this matter has something to do with goblins...

Why don't everyone here find it strange?

The word goblin seems to have become the most frequently mentioned vocabulary in recent meetings.

It's like this. It turns out that our plan is that the Association of Magicians will also participate...

In this way, the Arcanists are bound to end up too...

Uh, but...it seems a little difficult for the two sides to end now...

It's said, it's said they're throwing a lot of money at the goblins in order to discredit the Arcanists in the newspapers...

And then, the Magic Association is now on the brink of bankruptcy.

There was no sound at the conference table.

Everyone thought they might have heard a joke.

but it is not the truth.

The white cloak on the first seat put down the newspaper, and he looked at the member who reported the incident.

Has the Goddess of Magic cast her gaze?

Um, not yet.

The white cloak on the first seat put down the newspaper in his hand and turned his head slightly to think.

Immediately, needles could be heard all around.

Everyone's breathing was slightly stagnant, and all their attention was focused on the person in the first seat.

In this case……

Things weren't quite as good as they should be, which is a pity.

The plan is not progressing smoothly, and it also gives you a headache.

But, just in case, we had to start early.

As for the issue of Tiamat, you don't have to worry.

He looked around, Any questions?

If not, then please supervise the matters you are responsible for.

That's all for today.

After speaking, he snapped his fingers.

After a crisp 'crack', only the white cloak of the chief seat remained on the long conference table.

He stood up.

Following the action, the Goblin Friday Special that was originally placed on the table burned and turned into fine fly ash.

As soon as the wind blows, there is no trace left.

The white cloak walked to the window of the conference room.

He gently pushed open the casement, and after that, the entire space seemed to have undergone a certain change.

It was as if an invisible barrier had been lifted.

Looking at the vast lake view outside the window, the man in the white cloak muttered to himself: It seems that fate favors Bahamut...

But what does it matter? Because... our target has never been Bahamut!

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