Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 169 - Mil's Request

In that instant, Wu Chen thought of many things.

From whether the dragons of the Kingdom of the Universe are distant relatives of the Mondas dragons, to whether it's too late for him to shout 'I didn't!' or 'Senior, save me!'—his thoughts raced through an enormous amount of data in an instant.

Before he could truly react and take any action, he saw that the dissatisfaction in Mill's eyes had already dissipated.

Although I don't know why, this Miss Long doesn't seem to be angry anymore.

Therefore, the most important thing he should do at this moment is—

"Good morning?" It's probably around 10 a.m.

“No,” Mil replied, still speaking in the Dragon Language. She leaned close to Wu Chen, her prominent nose twitching slightly as she sniffed around him. “There’s a strange dragon aura on you. What is it?”

No one came near.

Hera did not respawn in a visible place.

Wu Chen's eyes twitched as he retrieved the Corrupted Poison Crown from the dream. The instant the emerald ring appeared in his palm, the crown was already in Mir's hands.

It's like a frame skipping.

Just a moment ago they were very close, but their bodies shifted without any apparent process. The crown that Wu Chen was holding was also moved out of thin air, and Wu Chen didn't even feel any pressure on the skin of his fingers.

I hate assertive women.

I really dislike women who are domineering and unreasonable.

However, when Mil looked up with a hint of doubt, Wu Chen put on a matter-of-fact "I have no objection" face. He even thoughtfully pointed to the crown and offered some necessary explanations.

"This is a treasure I obtained in another... um, annihilation plane. Its original owner was a green dragon with green scales, nearly a hundred meters long."

"【It's a dragon-like creature】" Mil corrected him, and the Corrupted Crown reappeared in his pocket without warning. The dragon lady, who had suddenly appeared, clearly saw through everything about the crown, inside and out, and she only gave the original owner of the crown, whom Wu Chen had mentioned, a disdainful glance.

"Although they bear the concept of dragons, their essence is nothing more than mortal flesh and blood carrying a fragile soul. The next time you encounter such dragon-like creatures, remember to eliminate them all. This is your responsibility; dragon priests must maintain the purity of dragons. This is true in every respect."

"I am not a dragon priest yet."

"You're growing very fast, and you'll be soon."

Wu Chen's hand suddenly changed position. He was certain he hadn't raised his hand, nor did he feel any tendons or joints in his arm moving. However, when he realized what had happened, his hand, which had been hanging down and was engraved with a dragon scale, was now raised, and the tips of his fingers were in Mir's palm.

"The runes are complete; you have indeed shown me your 'power.' Hmm, you have given me patience; I can wait a while longer before beginning your trials as a dragon priest."

Big sister! It's only been a day since we last met in this world!
Wu Chen's lips twitched; he almost wanted to pull his hand back—he simply couldn't budge it. He might not even have been able to make Mil feel the force of his muscles.

"Why do you feel like it's only been one day? Your soul has clearly been passing through half a month."

Damn it! Another mind reader?!

“【Again?】” Mil’s gaze shifted slightly, looking at Wu Chen’s other hand, which bore the academy’s mark. Her eyes swept over Wu Chen’s wizard’s robe backpack, where the magical potions concocted by Hera came into view.

Wu Chen decided to surrender—if he could raise both hands at the same time.

However, the instant his thoughts shifted, he discovered that everything around him had changed.

He appeared on the rooftop of a small building, from which he could see directly the square where he had originally stood. He bet five cents this was definitely not some kind of teleportation spell, because the culprit was still holding his hand.

"【That's not a suitable place to continue the conversation. Some mortals who don't like you might appear, wasting my time.】"

Her voice was accompanied by a commotion as a group of fully armed soldiers, seemingly from the royal palace, rushed into the square, causing a minor commotion. The soldiers silently but roughly pushed aside the Windhelm civilians blocking their path and cast scrutinizing glances at every corner of the square.

A semi-public special operation.

An arrest operation targeting someone with a special identity... or an invitation to visit.

The previous battle at Frigga's house seems to have caused quite a few changes. So much so that one faction is actually willing to invest resources in Wu Chen, this outsider.

Wu Chen leaned back slightly, just as he passed a soldier whose gaze swept across the small building outside the plaza from his observation post. He frowned, but quickly noticed another variable—another team bearing the insignia of a court mage had appeared on the other side of the plaza. An eerie silence immediately fell between the two forces.

There was no fighting, nor any speaking. Both sides stared at each other before slowly retreating back the way they came. Had Wu Chen not vanished so quickly, a brief and swift battle might have already broken out.

Wu Chen pursed his lips.

"Thank you... Miss Mil."

"【Miel】"

"Thank you, Mir."

"Thank you, Dust."

"Uh……?"

Wu Chen turned his head, slightly puzzled.

He looked into Mil's bright, golden eyes, and uttered a serious request from her rosy lips.

"I helped you, and you thanked me. I thank you, and you must help me."

It's a very simple and unadorned truth.

Wu Chen hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Wu Chen stopped speaking but then wanted to.

Wu Chen chose to give up, and he had nothing to say about it.

Because Mil is stronger, whatever she says is not wrong.

"Then... is there anything I can do to help you?" he lamented inwardly, creating an extra space on his to-do list. Making decisions that led to unforeseen complications was contrary to the principles of Origin, and he felt somewhat uncomfortable about it.

"A dragon has appeared in Windhelm. It smells strange and seems to be in bad shape. I came here to try and make contact with it, but I can't find it and can't succeed."

Wu Chen blinked. He couldn't recall any main city in the original game that would suddenly spawn dragons. However, given the unexpected turn of events with Mil, which deviated from the normal flow, it wasn't unacceptable for other unforeseen events to occur as well.

“You can find it.” She stared at Wu Chen, speaking earnestly. “Because you are a dragon priest, and dragon priests can always find dragons who haven't formed a pact. And—”

She tilted her head. Her gaze swept over the Corrupted Crown in Wu Chen's pocket.

"[Dasster is skilled at finding strange dragon-like creatures; he's a strange dragon priest.]"

What can I say?

Wu Chen was speechless again. He sighed and then spoke to Mil.

“Alright, I’ll help you find that strange dragon in Windhelm… Seriously, I think I can introduce you to some big shots in this city. With their help, things will definitely be much more efficient…”

Windhelm is a large city. But its "largeness" is confined to the realm of fantasy medieval times. In the context of Wuchen's homeland, the Eastern Continent, it would be a small, fifth-tier county town… or even a large village. And once magic is activated, it inevitably…

Wait! Why doesn't Hera know... or mention that dragon to me?

A feeling of confusion arises.

However, Mil, who stood in front of Wu Chen, simply shook her head earnestly.

"[There is no living being in this city who knows the whereabouts of that strange dragon. This is my premonition, and I am certain it is the truth. Furthermore, I know its approximate location, but I cannot reach it, cannot enter—powerful forces are not permitted to enter that space, and I do not know the correct path.]"

What kind of trial realm is this?!

Okay, fine, I'll go. Anyway, my current target is in trouble... Wait! I can't find the place, is it because that vampire escaped there? Then wouldn't I be perfectly positioned...?

"So what should I do—hey!"

Wu Chen made a mistake. He shouldn't have mentally confirmed it when he knew Mil was also a mind reader. And the result was that Mil suddenly lowered her head and bit down hard on his hand, which was etched with dragon scales!

"【Feim】" A power rune flowed from between her lips!

(End of this chapter)