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Chapter 228 The Old Demon Emperor's Ambition
Xue Luding grabbed the little dragon girl by the scruff of her neck and brought her in front of him. There were horns and scales on the scruff of her neck, as if they were separate parts that the dragon mother could easily lift or drag.

Xue Dinglu simply placed her in front of him and asked, "What did you just say?"

"papa..."

"Who taught you?" Little Dragon Girl seemed to take a few seconds to understand Xue Lude's meaning, then pointed to the white crow not far away, and then pointed to her own head, roughly meaning that she taught her.

Xue Law: "..."

Well, that's normal. For most living things, "mama" is the easiest syllable to pronounce, followed by "papa," which corresponds to mother and father in most languages. This is common in most languages.

So it's like Xiaolongniang simply changed her way of addressing herself from "Mom" to "Dad," which was probably taught to her by Baiya.

"Can you really control your little horns? Can they grow a little longer?" Xue Dinglu gestured with her little horns, trying to make the eight-month-old baby understand.

Then, Little Dragon Girl really understood. She seemed to be holding her breath, and the next moment, the little horn on her head slowly rose a few millimeters higher.

"This doesn't seem like a talent possessed by a normal race. A non-mollusk can control its body at will..." The old Demon Emperor slowly closed his eyes, and the next moment, he said, "Are you sure this little dragon girl isn't your daughter? Her abilities... how come they're so much like your fantasy manifestations?"

The old demon emperor's words left Xue Lude speechless. Indeed, when he saw this, he wondered if she also had the ability to materialize illusions.

So Xue's Law tried to conduct an experiment: "Can you turn your pupils into golden eyes?"

Little Dragon Girl tilted her head, seemingly unable to understand the meaning of the word.

Xue Lude tried to conjure a piece of gold in his hand, pointed at the gold and said, "The pupils will turn this color."

The next moment, the little dragon girl's pupils turned pure gold.

"It glows, like a flame is burning."

The golden eyes emitted a light that flickered like flames.

“A hideous lion appeared in his pupils.”

Then, in Xiaolongniang's pupils appeared the image of the lion lady whom Xue Lude had previously rescued.

"If this lion doesn't decline, it will become an even more declining lion, like this." Xue Luding drew an extremely unfortunate lion on the paper, and then Xiaolongniang looked at the simple drawing, and her pupils also became that extremely unfortunate lion.

On the scene, Xiaolongniang's pupils seemed to be eternally golden eyes, radiating a captivating light. No one dared to meet her gaze, because as soon as they did, they felt as if the high beams were shining directly into their faces, almost blinding them. And within her pupils was a hideous lion.

Xue Dinglu turned off the lights, and the next moment, in the darkness, Xiaolongniang's two big eyes shone with a golden light, just like two searchlights, accompanied by the special effect of flickering flames.

Xue Law: "..."

The Old Demon Emperor: "..."

"Are you playing some kind of trick I don't understand again?" the old Demon Emperor said.

"I was just testing her abilities..." Xue Dinglu turned on the light, pointed to the bread-man knight in the distance whose legs were almost completely devoured by them, and said, "Can you conjure up the baguette spear from that thing?"

Little Dragon Girl began to ponder. The next moment, a baguette, shrunk to the same size as the Breadman Knight, slowly appeared in her hand. The small baguette gradually grew longer until it was more than a meter long.

She excitedly raised her baguette and pointed it at the bread knight, making a strange "Wow!" sound as she rushed over and slammed her baguette hard against the bread knight's baguette, sending flour flying everywhere.

Breadman Knight: "..."

After the experiment, Xue Luding said directly: "Indeed, her ability is similar to the materialization of fantasy, or rather, it is an ability of the same kind and origin as the materialization of fantasy. It is the same as the transformation of the magic power in her body into the product of fantasy. The principle is the conversion of mass and energy."

"Then she really isn't your daughter?" the old Demon Emperor continued to complain.

"No, I'm only Legendary. Where would I get a daughter who's already Mythical at eight months old? If I really had a Mythical daughter, I'd probably beat you to a pulp, instead of wearing you down after a long fight." Xue Dinglu directly shut down the old Demon Emperor's nonsense with the most impolite words.

The old Demon Emperor was speechless. Even his most persuasive power couldn't win against Xue's Law, so he could only sullenly open his phone.

Xue Dinglu looked at the innocent and naive Little Dragon Girl and closed his eyes.

What exactly is this little one's identity? Like Fafnir, she was born with the Mythic level, but while Fafnir automatically became Mythic as she grew older, she seems to have had this power since birth.

Similarly, she also possesses the same ability as the illusion materialization... No, then she might not be a dragon at all, but something else entirely. It's just that she was born surrounded by dragons, so she materialized her basic image into a dragon-person...

Could she also be a new individual born from a fragment of the King?
Xue Dinglu didn't know, because logically speaking, since the Blood of the Cursed had touched the Evil Eye, if they were both fragments of the Venerable King, he should have been able to discover the child's true identity through the Blood of the Cursed.

But now, Xue Dinglu knew nothing about her identity, and it seemed she had followed him, not by chance. He rubbed his temples, also wondering about Olivia's infiltration plan. Had she successfully infiltrated the dragon clan? If so, it would be best to give her some information.

……

"Commander-in-Chief, you've worked hard today. This is the dinner we prepared." When Xue Luding had nothing else to do, Bai Ya handed him a plate of food: bread, smoked meat, and a plant that Xue Luding didn't recognize, as well as some kind of tea made with purified water from an unknown plant.

"Okay, thank you." Xue Dinglu didn't stand on ceremony and started eating. To be honest, the taste was not bad. In this resource-scarce area, having such a dinner was probably one of their few remaining food supplies.

Seeing Xue Dinglu's actions, the little girl finally seemed to smile, no longer looking shy as before.

"Have all the people here received an education?" Xue Dinglu asked this question.

He was convinced that everyone in this world was educated, at least with basic cultural education. Otherwise, people wouldn't all spout such melancholic and pretentious sentences like "the land of suffering," "the meaning of life," and "why birds fly," as if they were literary figures, even if it was just nonsense literature.

However, even nonsensical literature requires a certain cultural foundation; at the very least, one needs to be at the level of a "chuunibyou" (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur) to reach this level.

If you put this in the world of the Old Demon Emperor, the people in that world, let alone being cultured, would describe stars as "glowing fruits" and satellites as "white fruits." All they do is kill, kill, kill, and fry, fry, fry. The moment they open their mouths, they exude an air of illiteracy.

Just like how the old Demon Emperor was already the most cultured person in their world, Xue Law still felt that he was illiterate.

"Great Commander, actually... the dragon descendants from heaven descend to the mortal realm every now and then to open schools and teach us to read. At the same time, they bring us a batch of supplies..." Bai Ya said something that made Xue Dinglu pause in surprise.

"Wait a minute, the dragonborn will help you? They're even this generous to refugees like you?" Xue Dinglu had previously thought that the dragons were simply colonists and farmers tending to their crops, but he never expected that they would open classes and provide supplies.

"Then why wasn't it in the intelligence you gave me?" Xue Dinglu asked.

"No, no, no, Your Majesty, yes, it's here..." Bai Ya frantically pulled out the papers recording myths and legends, which read, "The Dragon God's messenger will spread the gospel to the mortal realm..."

Xue Law: "..."

Because it was written so vaguely, he simply assumed it was a regular record of mythology.

"How long until the Dragon God's messenger descends to the mortal realm?" Xue Dinglu asked immediately.

He had already planned to knock the dragon envoy's head off, then drag the dragon to a secret chamber where no one could find it, and then "hope that the dragonborn lord is a wise man who knows when to yield."

“They…they usually arrive in the coldest winter, just these past few days. When the meteors first appeared in the sky, we thought it was the Dragonborn descending, so we all rushed over…but this year’s Dragonborn is actually this kind of child…” White Raven secretly glanced at the little dragon girl dueling with the Bread Knight.

Even Little Dragon Girl was stabbed in the stomach by the Bread Knight's baguette after only a few punches and kicks, and fell to the ground whimpering. Then she began to imitate the Bread Knight and conjure up a pancake-shaped shield for defense.

What will the Dragonborn teach you?

"History, culture, the rise and fall of civilizations, and many sad and tragic little stories..." the girl recalled, "The first story that impressed me the most was about a giant dragon raising a banner of rebellion to the sky, but it failed and ultimately could do nothing."

"There's another story, about an abandoned tribe returning home, but the protagonist of that tribe died on his way home and never found the address of his hometown."

Xue Law: "..."

Good heavens, now he understands where all this pretentious "literary youth syndrome" comes from. It turns out that the Dragon Clan's culture is all about these sad little stories, which is why the Dragon Clan produces so many artistic young men and women, thus filling the whole world with this enigmatic "literary youth syndrome."

Xue Lude suddenly became curious about the dragons in this world. Were they really descendants of dinosaurs? And were they searching for Earth's coordinates?

"The dragons will stay with us for anywhere from a few days to several dozen days. They will also leave us plenty of food, enough to get us through the winter. We just need to work hard to harvest some food next spring, and we can get by..." she said.

From this perspective, the dragon race doesn't seem as bad as we imagined?

At this moment, the old Demon Emperor's eyes lit up when he saw the system by which the dragons managed the lower realms.

Yes, why didn't he think of such a simple method? This way, he could both teach the people below a certain level of culture and at the same time bestow favors upon the lower classes. Why didn't he think of this system?

This is actually closer to the missionary culture of medieval Europe, a stage that the Old Demon Emperor's world has not yet reached.

But at this moment, looking at this race that was cultured but struggling in the harsh nuclear winter, the old Demon Emperor felt as if his DNA had been stirred.

"Xue's Law, I want to lead them," the old Demon Emperor said. "I want to see if my latest system can create a peaceful nation and civilization. I want to try it on this land, especially in such a suffering world."

Xue Law: “?”

(End of this chapter)