Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 290 Dragon's Treasure
The best time to plant a tree was ten years ago and then it is now.

"No matter how glorious most civilizations were in the past, they became miserable after their decline."

"And the civilization of the empire is not just about reviving the civilization of the dragons. It is also a great pioneering civilization, a civilization that is even greater than that of the ancient dragons. It is also a civilization created by all races of the Golden Empire."

The beautiful figure of Silver Dragon Chrissie Tiana stood on the podium, with a long blackboard behind her listing a series of numerical formulas and theorems.

They are all written in the common language of the Ekania world, such as inverse proportional functions, quadratic roots, quadratic functions, etc.

In this classroom, which is considered spacious for most creatures, adult silver dragons can only use transfiguration to transform into a humanoid form.

Her light golden round pupils swept over the newborn giant dragon cubs who were sitting neatly on the small stools at the table below. The majesty of the adult silver dragon was restrained, but her usually gentle face carried a kind of majesty like a teacher as she taught these little cubs.

No matter what kind of creature it is, once it becomes a teacher, it seems to become hideous.

The five-colored dragon cubs folded their still tender pink paws on the thick wooden table. It seemed neat, but their paws were moving on the table again and again.

The pairs of cold vertical pupils pretended to stare wide open, switching from hunter mode to intelligent round pupil mode.

But the heart that was forced to be quiet was exposed by the little tail that kept sweeping back and forth under the small stool.

Although these wooden tables were made of tough ironwood from the forest, they were scratched with deep scratches by these naughty young dragon cubs.

In this classroom, only the table in the corner was clean and tidy without any scratches. Even the thick stack of printed and bound books on the table were neatly arranged.

However, the person sitting behind the table was not a dragon cub, but a humanoid creature.

Its eyes were shiny black with a hint of white, but they looked confused and lacked the natural intelligence of a dragon cub.

The light golden hair all over its body is fine, soft, smooth and shiny, like strands of golden threads dyed by the sun. Compared to the long tails of the dragon cubs, its tail is short and stiff.

It only has a pair of flexible and huge claws, which looks particularly similar to the dragon cubs.

Unlike the dragon cubs who pretended to be serious, its shiny black eyes were indeed staring at the silver dragon Chris on the stage seriously, and its four small ears covered with light golden fur were fluttering, obviously showing that it was particularly attentive.

But judging by its confused expression, it wasn't achieving much success.

"You are the future of the empire, but the future of the empire may not be you," Silver Dragon Chris warned the cubs with a serious expression.

The gilded makeup on the forehead, which once existed as a part of the Dragon Contract, still exists after the ancestor red dragon broke the Dragon Contract. It seems that the long-term existence of the makeup has made the silver dragon accustomed to such decoration.

"If you don't work hard enough and waste time, even if you are a giant dragon, you will be slowly caught up by other races and then surpassed. You will slowly be submerged in the tide of the empire and will not be able to stand at the forefront of the empire."

Silver dragon Chrissie Tiana looked at the young dragons who had already flown away when they heard the bell for the end of get out of class. She couldn't help but shook her head, her expression a little gloomy, and whispered, "get out of class is over!"

"Alas,"

"Great!"

"get out of class is over!"

The young dragons quickly stuffed their thick books into their small animal skin backpacks.

These books include a general explanation of the mainstream history of the dragon clan, an overview of the civilized kingdoms of the northern continent, a general history of the founding of the Golden Empire, an overview of the world geography of Ekania, elementary logic and mathematics learning strategies, and so on.

It covers subjects such as history, culture, geography, and mathematics. The young dragons hung the small animal skin backpacks around their necks until their backpacks were full, and then staggered out of the back door.

The silver dragon Chris stood at the front door, with a majesty that was a hundred times more terrifying than that of an adult dragon, making the young dragons dare not get close.

Some of these young dragons that left through the back door would raise their heads arrogantly and snort with disdain as they passed by the desk in the corner.

Some young dragons with sharper personalities directly mocked this creature that was incompatible with the dragon cubs and shouted deliberately.

"Achilles, you're going to have detention again!"

"Stupid Achilles, how come you can't learn anything well and you're causing trouble for Teacher Chris again!"

"You are such a disgrace. How can you be worthy of being with us, the real dragon classmates? You always have to ask the teacher to give you special lessons!"

Achilles's face, covered with light golden fur, instantly turned red, and he opened his round eyes wide, and used his claws, as big as the dragonlings', to pinch and clench. He angrily wanted to refute the dragonlings' words, but he couldn't, because he knew that he was indeed stupid.

Silver dragon Chris stood by the door, seemingly accustomed to the scene before her, but she never thought of stopping the dragonlings' bad words, and just watched coldly.

It’s not that Silver Dragon Chris favors these five-colored dragon cubs, but that she treats all her students as giant dragons.

Some order and rules need to be established by these cubs themselves.

Even though the Golden Empire taught these cubs all kinds of wisdom, it always maintained the proper rules between dragons and never thought of transforming dragons into a completely different race.

There was only a red dragon with an unusually large head and a small backpack hanging around its neck. It knocked down the dragons that were mocking Achilles, laughed loudly, "A bunch of idiots who were hit by a retarded spell," and then walked away.

Not until all the dragonlets had left did Achilles look at the silver dragon Chris, who had been watching quietly. Her little face was wrinkled, like a student who was being kept after class, with an uncontrollable panic.

"You don't have to stay today, little Achilles," Silver Dragon Chris looked at this strange creature tenderly, and said softly, "This is my last lesson for you."

Chris came over, stroked Achilles's soft hair, and said softly: "No matter what, remember your original appearance, instead of being completely changed by the environment, keeping the good and throwing away the bad."

"Okay, I understand," Achilles nodded a little confusedly, then put on his small animal skin backpack and slowly left the classroom.

Only the silver dragon Chris looked at this creature who seemed a little ignorant and clumsy but unusually well-behaved, and whispered: "Can sealing the innate inheritance and animal nature completely change the appearance of a naturally ferocious race? What is his purpose, or is he simply using Achilles as an experimental subject!"

Achilles walked out of the real dragon academy, which was specially built for the dragons of the Golden Empire to study. It was located on the edge of the northern city of the capital.

This place is considered to be extremely close to the Dragon's Nest, and is only separated from the tall mountains by a forest of sin.

Despite this, as soon as you step out of the alleys of the Dragon Academy, you are greeted by noisy sounds.

Some taverns opened by goblins are located in the outskirts of the area where houses are cheap. Most of the bards next to the taverns do not hold harps and lyres like their counterparts in other regions.

Instead, they were gradually assimilated by the Golden Empire and the civilization of the north, and used instruments such as bagpipes, magic conch shells, and variation horns.

Although bards are seen by the public as romantic and passionate people who sing hymns and wander around the vast fields, there is still a chain of contempt within the bard industry.

Wandering poets looked down on court poets, thinking them too superficial.

The minstrels who sang hymns for the churches looked down on the wandering poets, thinking they were too vulgar.

But these seemingly conspicuous and inconspicuous bards often play important roles in many things.

In the territories of some noble lords, bards would also act as night watchmen when there was no efficient alarm device in the castle and the stationed soldiers could not quickly pass on important information to everyone.

Bards can blow their instruments to act as alarms in emergencies.

Some bards were often placed as undercover agents by some noble lords in hostile foreign countries. When performing at important occasions, performers who kept their eyes and ears open were not easily alerted by others and could easily be used to spy on some intelligence.

Whether it is the Cultural Propaganda Department headed by the Copper Dragon Alfred, or the other noble forces in the North, they all have a group of bard spies.

However, with the conclusion of the Green Algae River Alliance, the strength of the Golden Empire has become a target that the northern countries urgently need to explore. Therefore, whether it is other cities or the capital of the king, the number of bards traveling back and forth is increasing.

Some of these bards are even spies sent out by the famous Harper organization. These Harpers who use magic to fight against evil may be motivated by their own justice, or by their inner rigidity and paranoia, or for other reasons.

These bards began to plot in cities across the Golden Empire, inciting innocent and deceived people to fight against the dragon's dictatorship and deceptive tyranny.

Perhaps these guys just want the rulers of the Golden Empire to take action against these incited people in order to expose their own bloodiness, rather than hoping that these ordinary people can really resist the rule of the dragon.

Unfortunately, these arrogant harpists did not realize that the situation in the Empire was completely different from that in other noble territories.

Achilles' dark eyes watched a bard leaning against a green banyan tree outside the goblin tavern, singing "Dragon's Treasure" in a tasteful six-rhythm tune.

Even though the bard was dressed up like a wandering poet, and the high-end tulipwood lute in his hand was in disharmony, even Achilles could see it.

A group of knights wearing armor as dark as the night walked down the street, causing a commotion on the street.

On the chest of these knights' black armor is engraved the emblem of the Dragon's Eye. Below the Dragon's Eye is a scale. On the left side of the scale is the Book of Law representing the law, and on the right side of the scale is the Sword of Punishment of Judgment.

This special mark indicates that these knights are trial knights belonging to the Imperial Inquisition.

This team of Judgment Knights walked over with a swagger, and suddenly stopped beside the bard, as if they were attracted by the song "Dragon's Treasure" sung by the bard.

Until the end of the song, the bard stopped playing, and the captain of the Knights of Judgment suddenly took off his visor and revealed his face.

It was Nora, the girl who was famous for raising horses in the city of Gulfstream in the past. The rulers of the Golden Empire, those dragons only spent a few years that were not worth mentioning in the long years, and the social structure in the territory was already changing.

Those short-lived goblins and ogres have replaced two or three generations, and humans, who have a relatively long lifespan among the short-lived species, are now beginning to see the rise of a new force.

"Rollo, a peripheral member of the Harper Union, 87 years old, half-elf and half-human, from the Principality of Delta in the central continent."

Noila raised her heroic eyebrows and smiled: “Would you like to go with us voluntarily, or would you like us to ask you to go?”

The bard named Rollo's face changed, and he quickly pushed through the crowd and fled into the alley behind the goblin tavern.

These bards did not gain nothing during this period in the Golden Empire. At least they knew that no matter how sophisticated the magical harps in their hands were, they would hardly be effective against the lackeys of these ancestral red dragons.

But Nora and the knights of the Inquisition did not rush to chase the fugitive poet, but walked into the goblin tavern with their companions.

The one looking after this goblin tavern is a veteran who retired from the Imperial Legion and has a lame leg, but those in the gray areas of the city never dare to look down on these veterans.

It's not just the veterans' skills, but also because these veterans have close ties with the Empire's Veterans Affairs Department.

The Veterans Administration Department is the public contact point for all veterans. Just like Jinlong, if you beat a veteran, you will gain countless veterans.

If you are able to deal with these veterans, then congratulations, the next thing you need to face are the active legion soldiers.

The Empire allows the existence of gray areas because they are byproducts of any naturally developing civilization, but it does not mean that the Empire will support them because of some gray tax revenue.

"Wow, little Nora, you have now become a majestic captain of the Inquisition Knights," the retired veteran of the 'Red Mercy' regiment happily greeted the snake-man waitress in the tavern and filled a glass of beer for each of the Inquisition Knights.

"Uncle Carley, you are bribing a public official, which is illegal," said the eldest girl Nora, but she took the beer without hesitation and drank it down in one gulp.

"Bullshit, bullshit," the old soldier laughed, "Do you think I'm one of those illiterate vagrants? How did you find the time to come here? Don't say you came to see me."

Nora wiped the corners of her mouth generously and said nonchalantly, "There are a lot of rats in the empire recently. Some rats are difficult to deal with, so the Patrol Security Office asked the Inquisition for a few teams to provide assistance. Just now, a little rat ran away."

"Why don't you chase them quickly? Hurry up and leave before you delay important matters," the old soldier was so anxious that he blew his beard and glared. "These rats actually dared to cause trouble in the empire. They must be tired of living. If it's not a small matter that doesn't need to alarm Your Majesty, Your Majesty should turn all these rats into real rats and hang them on the rice jar."

"Don't worry, the mouse can't run away," Nora smiled and looked into the bustling tavern. In the corner, a skinny werewolf with dry yellow hair was playing a new card game in the empire - Werewolf with a few dwarf kobolds.

"Awooo, please close your eyes when it's dark," the skinny werewolf howled twice, creating an atmosphere for the start. He seemed to sense Nora's gaze and turned around.

"Don't worry, boss. Those mice won't get away. I never show mercy to witches, and the same goes for these little mice." The skinny werewolf blinked his yellow animal eyes and smiled with sharp teeth showing: "As long as the little mouse dares to find his companion, none of the mice in this nest will get away, guaranteed!"

Nora nodded and winked at the veteran.

These werewolves are members of the clan of the dragonborn werewolf Saha who relocated to the empire.

Some strong werewolves will choose to become night walker warriors of the Imperial Legion, but other werewolves with average abilities will often serve as the Empire's gloves to control the gray area, which is commonly known as gang leaders.

However, as the status of the dragon-born werewolf Saha gradually rose in the empire, his influence among the twelve werewolf clans also grew.

Now, many werewolves from other clans and wandering werewolves have come to the Golden Empire to settle down.

The werewolf race also began to gradually play a role in the increasingly diverse civilization of the Golden Empire.

……

Achilles is like a spectator to everything that happens around him, not only because of his young consciousness, but also because of his identity.

However, even it itself did not realize the meaning of the mark printed on the small animal skin backpack on its back.

Anyway, when it passed through the Forest of Sin, which was famous for its horror and gloom in the empire, it did not feel fear, because those low-level undead did not dare to appear in front of it at all.

Those high-level undead like bone knights patrolled the Forest of Sin in tattered armor. When they met Achilles, they would take the initiative to say hello and were quite polite.

And the simple-minded Achilles also became quite familiar friends with these undead spirits.

However, when Achilles crossed the Forest of Sin and began to climb the stone steps towards the ten thousand meter peak, two familiar figures appeared in front of him.

"Brother Gabriel, Asis, why are you here? Are you here to pick me up again?"

A surprised smile suddenly appeared on Achilles's somewhat depressed face covered with light golden fur. He quickly jumped up the stairs that even adult humans would have difficulty climbing, and came in front of the two familiar figures.

With long red hair, dark golden pupils, a face and figure more dazzling than those elves in the empire, the dragon-blood angel of the empire smiled.

And the silent tall figure following behind Gabriel also nodded towards Achilles in a friendly manner.

The huge single eye, with a pure white light flowing out of it, did not look like any creature in this mortal world.

"I'm here to pick you up, but also to say goodbye to you."

Gabriel, holding the golden helmet with a dragon face, squatted down and looked at the lost little Achilles. A light flashed in his pupils and he asked softly, "Did those dragon cubs bully you again?"

Little Achilles nodded. In front of his brother, he didn't need to hide his thoughts at all.

"I might be really stupid, and they are not bullying me, they are just making fun of me, and I can't refute them."

Gabriel stroked Achilles's furry little head and said softly, "They are not actually laughing at you, they are jealous of you."

"Although you don't have the title of the emperor's adopted son, you are the emperor's adopted son in reality. They can't understand why they are giant dragons but are not as favored by their father as you are."

Little Achilles was shocked and said in astonishment: "Does my father dote on me? Every time I go to him, I am always crushed by his tail or one of his legs. I was almost crushed to death by my father several times."

Gabriel had a speechless look on his face. He sighed helplessly and said, "That can't be helped. When there is danger, my father is the strongest wall. But in normal times, he is the most dangerous one."

Little Achilles nodded in a daze, and said "Oh" in a happy and confused manner.

Gabriel shook his head, looked at the ignorant guy, and said earnestly: "Achilles, I will be away for a long time this time, to a very far place, maybe several months. If you are bullied again, I will not be there to help you with your psychological counseling."

"So next time those dragon cubs dare to taunt you, you must be brave and beat them all up instead of enduring it, digesting it slowly, and doubting yourself."

Little Achilles looked up in surprise, "But, but they are all real dragons of the empire, rulers of the same race as my father. I am not a dragon. I have no scales, no horns, and no wings."

Gabriel shook his head and said patiently: "Whether they will become the true dragons of the empire is still uncertain. Besides, even if they become the true dragons of the empire in the future, you are also the empire's, Behemoth!"

"Father knows that no matter what world or civilization it is, there will always be a small group of creatures that stand at the top. Rather than letting those creatures mix in with the endless races and be difficult to distinguish, it is better to fix those dragons at the top level."

"This way, when my father wants to deal with some ignorant guys in the future, it will be easy for him to find the target,"

Gabriel said meaningfully: "True dragons are not distinguished by race or bloodline. This is my father's holy words. Perhaps the outside world will think that this only refers to the giant dragons, but if you only rely on your identity as a giant dragon, you will not be able to gain the emperor's recognition!"

"Although you are a Behemoth, you can also become another kind of true dragon."

Achilles frowned and said hesitantly, "But I also want a pair of beautiful dragon horns and beautiful dragon scales. I see that those storm giants have already grown dragon scales, so why can't I have dragon scales?"

"Your blood is very precious. It is rare in the world, even rarer than the blood of dragons. We must cherish and protect it. Um, we need to ensure that it is pure blood so that it can be better used as research material... to shoulder the responsibility of species reproduction."

Gabriel explained with an embarrassed look on his face: "You just need to grow up quickly and give birth to a litter of Behemoths. Then you will be able to grow a pair of beautiful dragon horns."

Little Achilles was so happy that the light golden hair on his face stood up straight. He shouted loudly: "Is it so? Is that so?"

"In that case, I can beat up those dragonlings," Achilles frowned again and said a little embarrassedly, "But I don't think I can beat them. They all have the inheritance of dragons, but I have nothing. They said my inheritance has been sealed."

"It's okay," Gabriel smiled in a way that the one-eyed giant Acis was particularly familiar with.

"I know that my father has been organizing his knowledge recently. A lot of the magic knowledge mastered by my father has been forged into some magical treasures with unique and powerful power."

Gabriel leaned close to Achilles' ear and whispered, "There is a small bell hanging in the corner of the eaves at the door of his castle study. It is a magical treasure forged by a powerful mass transformation technique. Just tell your father to play with it for two days, and you can beat up those dragon cubs at will."

Achilles was overjoyed and quickly said goodbye to Gabriel and Acis, then jumped away excitedly in two steps at a time.

"Aren't you afraid of committing blasphemy by misinterpreting His Majesty's meaning?" the silent one-eyed giant Acis finally spoke at this time.

Gabriel stood up, shrugged, and said indifferently: "Everyone has his own understanding. This is my understanding. How can it be considered a misunderstanding?"

"Besides, children are in the most important growth period. It is necessary to instill some positive ideas in them. After all, the emperor of the empire likes to let all his subjects graze in a big sheepfold."

"Let's go, Asis. This time we are going to another world to help the loyal warriors under the emperor, and bring back a big guy! Thinking machine. I am also very curious about the ultimate creation of another civilization."

(End of this chapter)