The combined fleets from the expedition to the southern seas have returned in triumph one after another, and truckloads of loot are being transported to Minnisberg under the escort of the armed merchants.
This is the castle of the Morgan family.
As the core of the northern business group, this is naturally the first choice for how to distribute these spoils.
After months of hard work, I can finally rest.
On a soft cushion, old Morgan lay lazily on the top of the castle. The bright sunshine shone on him, making him squint his eyes.
There is a round table with short legs next to it. You can touch it easily, and there is a bottle of wine as red as blood, which is his favorite wine.
All we need is a few pretty, shy little girls who blush when teased.
Alas, it's just that the little girls nowadays are too mature and keep squeezing towards him. There are only a few who are shy and their acting skills are not enough.
However, he cannot blame them entirely. In the final analysis, a large part of the responsibility still lies with him.
Who knows, he is both talented and beautiful, elegant, easy-going, and personable.
Over the years, he has become accustomed to it.
Sighing in his heart, Old Morgan's ears suddenly jumped slightly. A footsteps came from a distance. From the severity, span, frequency...
He quickly identified the person who had come, still lying lazily, with his eyes still squinted, completely unprepared to return to his usual graceful demeanor.
"Old man, all six families are here."
He quickly approached and saw a woman in a light yellow palace skirt.
The first impression this woman gave people was that even in palace attire, she could not conceal her sinister heart.
"Don't bother me with some big troubles. You can handle them yourself."
As the little girl grows up, she is no longer so cute and no longer suitable for teasing.
Old Morgan touched his wine glass casually.
He was too lazy to bother with the distribution of spoils himself. Anyway, the leadership was in the hands of his Morgan family. Anyway, the eldest of the six families were all little guys in front of him.
"But someone else sent a letter. A letter from the man in the Rift Mountains."
The woman in yellow is the leader of this generation of the Morgan family. She was once deeply loved by the old Morgan, and because of this, Rosalind was specially trained by the family.
Her voice made old Morgan frown slightly and finally opened his eyes.
That green dragon?
The letter was delivered directly to him.
He took it, opened it again, and after a short look, a little understanding gradually came out of old Morgan's eyes.
"This guy is really so secretive that he can entrust this kind of thing to me."
He actually asked him to recruit experienced and capable consuls on his behalf.
He could understand the meaning of the Green Dragon's letter.
On the side of the United Fleet, he hinted at the Green Dragon that he wanted to make good friends.
Here, the Green Dragon entrusted this kind of matter to him, probably signaling to him that he also wanted to make friends, right?
but……
Many thoughts flashed through his mind. Old Morgan finally sat up and handed the letter to Rosalind. He took another sip of red wine and said, "Take a look. What do you think?"
This grandchild's grandchild was brought up by him, and he is well aware of her abilities.
Otherwise, I really thought that if he doted on her a little, he would be able to let her take charge of a certain amount of the Morgan family's industry.
"Recruiting the Chief Consul!"
Rosalind glanced over the letter, and some waves were rising in her moon-like eyes.
Not in a hurry to speak immediately, she pondered for a moment before speaking slowly: "I have paid attention to a piece of news. That person's alliance was the most trusted by him. It was only because of his age that he abdicated and faded away. Mr. Green and Mr. Green returned to the north to retire.
Mr. Calasso, he has been visiting some people recently. It seems that they are also working on this matter, but they have not been able to complete it."
Old Morgan nodded slightly, but only tasted the wine and said nothing.
Knowing what he meant, Rosalind continued: "They can't accomplish it. It's very simple. The governors of the alliance, whether current or former, have a lot of secrets in the alliance. How can they be recruited by foreign forces casually?
Especially the five-color dragon. Therefore, the influence of Mr. Green and Mr. Calasso is not enough to complete this matter."
She saw through the essence at a glance.
That's why the green dragon stopped waiting over there and instead "begged" to the old man.
Only the old man's influence can persuade some people.
Of course, this is just talk, and it is difficult to guarantee whether the two parties can achieve the agreement.
Old Moore's eyes were slightly lowered on the wine glass, and he raised his eyes slightly: "Do you think it is necessary for us to intervene?"
"Yes, and it is more deeply involved."
Rosalind said without hesitation: "The changes on the other side of the Rift Mountains and the current actions of that person must have reached the edge of founding a country. Moreover, many clues show that although that person is a five-color dragon, the plans he has planned
The kingdom system may not necessarily be a strong dictatorship. My judgment is that although it is unlikely to be like the golden dragon and silver dragon couple of the Silver Moon Alliance, his urgent need for a consul will probably give him the power to govern, at least most of them.
The governing power is given to us, the human race, while he himself mainly controls the military power."
As she spoke, her eyes were already glowing, and she moistened her lips lightly. Rosalind continued: "The prosperous natural green, the Wells Forest that has just begun to be developed, and the Fissure Mountains also have resources, and
He also controls the Dark Territory. If this kingdom rises, it will represent countless opportunities, opportunities that will allow our Morgan family to rise again. Therefore, I feel that it is not only necessary to complete his commission, but also we need to take the initiative
Cooperate with the past and build another core outside Bolan City, or even more than one!"
Whether it is the Wells Forest or the Rift Mountains, the territory is vast. If you want to establish a country, you will eventually build far more than one city.
If they participate in this process from scratch, the benefits will be huge!
Old Morgan's eyes became serious at what she said. He could hear what the big girl meant. She not only wanted to participate in business development, she even wanted to participate in the future Green Dragon Kingdom regime!
This girl's ambition...
It’s just that it’s an opportunity, but it doesn’t necessarily mean there’s no pitfall!
He even put down the wine glass, his eyes narrowed slightly, and after pondering for a moment, Old Morgan said: "I will match up with the suitable consul, and you will accompany him there personally. If you want to stay there,
The family will also give you enough support at one time, but after that, the two sides will be clearly distinguished. You also have to think clearly that opportunities are often accompanied by crises."
Rosalind nodded. Although she couldn't see her toes, she could see the prosperity under the castle.
If given the opportunity, we can build prosperous cities like this from scratch...
He said in a deep voice: "I will give you an answer immediately after I go with you, meet that person, and truly confirm his attitude."
Old Morgan nodded slightly: "Go ahead."
We can't leave those six companies alone forever.
Rosalind bowed, turned around, walked a few steps, and paused again: "Thank you, old man."
After saying one sentence, if you don't pause, you will soon be gone.
Old Morgan's laziness returned, and he lay down again with squinted eyes. There was a trace of strange color in the gaps between his eyes.
If this big girl really leaves... there should be a new little girl for him to tease, no, train!
However, on the Green Dragon side, which one should he connect with?
…
Same in the North, but further north, located in the northernmost part of the Silver Moon Alliance, close to the Sky Ridge, the highest mountain range in the world. It is now completely covered by ice and snow, and is composed of huge stone fortresses leaning against steep mountain peaks.
In the city of war.
A blacksmith shop.
The blazing fire burned vigorously, and sparks shot out from time to time, but even if they hit the dense copper whiskers, they could not ignite any of them.
A dwarf covered in steel armor, and even his skin seemed to have been tempered, with a bronze-like color, was swinging a steel hammer, hitting it one after another, hammering the weapon with great concentration.
After him, there was another person who was wrapped up tightly, even covering most of his face. Only from the eyes with magical luster, he could vaguely tell that he should be a female caster. He was actually saying "Dang! Dang!"
"Dang!" Amidst the hammering sound, I could still calm down and sit there quietly reading some book.
Suddenly, the woman's eyes lifted from the scroll.
Outside the blacksmith shop, with the speed of a flash of lightning, a raven pierced through the wind and snow, flew in, and landed on the woman's shoulder.
"Gah! I'm freezing to death. Hurry and fire Asu's fireball technique. I want it to be more and more exciting."
The raven mouthed the words rhythmically, and its head moved slightly.
Of course, it didn't forget to raise a paw.
Under the paw, there is a small bamboo tube.
The woman ignored its nonsense, took the small bamboo tube, pulled out a piece of paper inside, read the serial number on it, and took out a book from the package she carried with her.
By comparing the arrangements, I quickly found the correct letters one by one in the book.
Put it together again.
Her eyes couldn't help but wrinkle, as if she was thinking about something, she pondered for a moment, then turned her eyes to the dwarf, and her voice was unexpectedly cold: "Modo left."
The dwarf didn't reply immediately.
After a continuous round of hammering, the embryo was tempered and formed into shape, and then he stopped a little to concentrate and said in a thick voice: "What's going on?"
"The Dragon Worship Cult was mobilized in the name of assisting a green dragon in the south to establish a country."
It was said that he said it according to the meaning of the note, but some doubts could be heard in the woman's voice, which had been with her for many years and was as rough as a dwarf.
When did the purpose of the Dragon Worship Cult become so straightforward and clear?
Could it be that you suspect Modo?
Are you testing?
If this is the case... they must not only be ready to respond at any time, but also pay attention to concealment and not let Modo be exposed in advance to avoid excessive risks.
However, Hawke felt that this kind of mental thing should be left to his companions.
He stopped building it and plunged the sword embryo into the ice water. Amidst a burst of smoke, he asked directly: "What should I do?"
"We are not familiar with the south. Let's go to Teacher Minnis first. If it's not a green dragon, it means Modo has been exposed. If it's a green dragon, we need more help."
"Hey! I don't like old man Minnis's white-haired eagle. Asu wants to give it a fireball."
At the sound of the sound, the two quickly walked out of the blacksmith shop, and the raven got under the woman's hood.
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Rift Mountains.
Having received a reply from Old Morgan, he was convinced that the old man would definitely be able to achieve his target. Therefore, while the research was proceeding as usual, Isaac also began to organize his elite army.
To pull others onto the chariot, one must also be able to see the future.
During this time, deep in the Rift Mountains, the monster army was reorganized and even entered a normal state.
Looking at the sky, the green dragon beast equipped with armor swooped down from time to time.
Seeing the ground, the fully armed troll roared and waved its giant stick.
From time to time, there are spells and even dragon breath covering the battlefield.
This exercise is almost like a real bloody battle.
The Dragon Castle, which has gradually taken shape, is waiting for the green dragon to meet. In Beasley's eyes, the flames of desire and ambition are burning deep in the depths.
He felt more and more that his choice was right!
He has served many five-color dragons, but none of them have such a regular army, such equipment, such elites, and such a large scale as this one.
So, what is this person missing?
What is lacking is someone who has the brains, can command, and can truly bring this strength advantage into play!
"Human race, master, please come over."
A dragon-winged kobold flew over. With a greeting, Beasley quickly followed.
After traveling through the mountains for a while, we met him last time and the fat man's dragon lair in Gazina.
"Great Green Dragon King, thank you for taking the time from your busy schedule to meet me in person."
He saw the green dragon over there at a glance. Beasley bowed to the ground, his face full of admiration and enthusiasm.
This familiar gesture and familiar emotions quickly aroused Isaac's memory of him.
Last time, he summoned the two leaders of the Dragon Worship Sect here.
The fat man of the Dragon Queen Pastor just lowered his head without bending his waist.
But this man paid homage to the ground with a sincere and respectful expression.
Just like now.
Although you never only look at the surface when looking at people, it is undeniable that superficial impressions are also very important.
"I know you, and I know you, the leader of the Dragon Worship Cult's armed forces in Nature's Green. Tell me your purpose."
Isaac's eyes fell on Beasley, but he didn't let him get up.
Beasley was not ready to get up. He bowed to the ground and said firmly in a deep voice: "I am willing to serve your Majesty! I will serve your Majesty's kingdom! I will fight to the death!"
This human race...
Isaac's eyes couldn't help but move.
If you think about it seriously, this initiative to seek refuge cannot be considered an accident.
The Dragon Worshiping Sect already worships the dragon, and now it takes the initiative to join him. If it can be reused by him, it will obviously have a greater future than within the Dragon Worshiping Sect.
However, whether this initiative to take refuge is really a refuge needs to be considered!
The Five-Color Temple and his team, he directly offended the Black Dragon Envoy, the Red Dragon Envoy must also have objections to him, and although the Blue Dragon Envoy was close to him on the surface, it was hard to tell behind the scenes.
It was precisely because of this background that he only stayed there for three days before hurriedly returning to the Rift Mountains.
Who can guarantee that this human race's surrender is not something one of the three dragon envoys is plotting?
"If it's a calculation, then the purpose..."
Thoughts flashed rapidly in my mind.
It's just for the art of transformation, or to get involved in his kingdom.
However, this seems a bit too direct.
He originally wanted to use people from the Dragon Worship Cult, but wouldn't it be better to hide his purpose and lurk in secret?
It should be used!
Whether it's a true surrender or a calculation, let's put it to use first.
Anyway, his "transformation technique" is not something that this person can come close to, and even if he comes close, he still can't find the core.
As for getting involved in his kingdom... If you want to get involved, you have to work hard first. If you work hard, you will naturally serve him again!
Therefore, if this person can be used well, not to mention Miranda, he can have another force in the Dragon Worship Cult, and even within the kingdom, he can also build a powerful department with both intelligence and force, and
It doesn't need to be like Miranda's secret organization, which obviously has powerful force, but must be careful to hide it and use it cautiously.
Thinking like this, Isaac said in a deep voice: "What can you do for me? What are your plans?"
After hearing the voice, Beasley's heart finally settled, and he replied solemnly: "I am willing to serve as your majesty's hawk and dog. Like my ears and eyes, I keep an eye on our enemies and our enemies secretly. I am like my claws, cutting off the tentacles and thorns in the dark places for your majesty."