Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 443 Way of greeting
"Talia, I never expected it to be you. You actually managed to win a second time?"

Rean did not conceal his presence; he allowed Wu's instincts to become a silent mentor, but did not let him appear now (he was afraid that Wu would start killing if he came out).

By acting as the supervisor and completing the preliminary work before inviting the spirits of heroes to appear, this seemingly insignificant distance from the spirits is perhaps more effective than the words of the flowing stream of spirits.

Putting everything else aside, Rean still holds the "Legacy of Rex" in his hands, which means that all the heroes who have inherited his legacy, whether they are princes or dukes, will have to speak to him properly.

By chance, Rean "accidentally" revealed that he had the authority to kick people out of Valhalla, and the candidates became more friendly. If the authority dog ​​maintains a neutral to benevolent attitude, it can at least gain the respect of most people.

"Uh, so I've been chosen by the Heroic Spirit again?"

Talia stared, her mouth agape, her face filled with disbelief.

Being chosen by the Knight of Sur for the first time, and perhaps it was this yearning for justice and fairness that made him a candidate.

But thieves, especially shadow thieves, have a terrible compatibility with paladins, so from day one she was destined to be a runner-up.

Rean was the most surprised. The first time was undoubtedly the product of cheating. He even felt a little guilty about this "deception." He had used Talia but did not expect that Talia would actually become a candidate for Heroic Spirit.

"Congratulations." His words contained a multitude of complex emotions, which ultimately coalesced into a single congratulatory statement.

"Thank you. Uh, thank you."

"Talia said subconsciously, her attention also drawn to the other two candidates. With just one glance, she knew that she would most likely be a runner-up again."

He kept a wary eye on the "blue-skinned lizardmen" around him, his pupils like those of a real dragon. Well, he was a real dragon, an adult blue dragon monk.

"What do you call it?"

It's no wonder that we, as fellow practitioners, naturally feel a sense of goodwill towards each other.

Rean instinctively loathed him, even desiring to tear him apart, while the malice in the dragon's eyes was an undisguised killing instinct.

Are the Red Dragon and Blue Dragon on good terms? They are notorious for their rivalry overlordship among the colored dragons, and the Red Dragon is known for its willingness to fight if it doesn't agree with them. The Red Dragon often targets the Blue Dragon.

Are Sapphire Dragon and Blue Dragon on good terms? As fellow players of "military games," their favorite rivals are each other, and their struggles often destroy mortal kingdoms.

Black Dragon, well, we must admit that the relationship between the Color Dragon and all dragons is hostile and extremely hostile.

Even between red dragons, it's often a matter of conquest, and between blue dragons, it's often a matter of enslavement. The relationships between colored dragons have probably been quite distorted from the very beginning.

"call!"

But the blue dragon monk took a deep breath, suppressing the instinctive hostility.

The previous guess was correct; it is a dragon, a dragon.
"What a monster."

"Uh?"

“My fellow human, I sense many of our own kind within you, as well as the power of the Mother Goddess. Are you a direct descendant of hers?”

Mother Goddess? Perhaps Tiamat, the Queen of the Five-Colored Dragons.

That's not a compliment. In the dragon race, saying you look like Tiamat is no different from saying you're a tyrannical bastard.

Legend has it that she created the five-colored dragons and is the mother and source of the colorful dragons, but in reality, apart from a very few priests, most colorful dragons don't even respect her. "No, I just followed a similar path, and I'm not a dragon, just an ordinary lizardman."

"Heh." The blue dragon laughed. A dragon that denies its own bloodline, what a rare creature. Did it not obtain the complete dragon lineage? Does it have no regard for the dignity of the dragon race?
However, he had anticipated this. As a color dragon, it was understandable that he would reluctantly conceal his identity for the sake of a greater goal.

His expression toward Rean became increasingly subtle, even showing a hint of admiration.
"Is this all for the purpose of controlling this kingdom?" The tyrant, the dragon of intrigue, sees everyone as a schemer.

As rare true dragons willing to rule mortal kingdoms as "humans" and pursue power in the mortal realm, they have always looked down on the arrogance of the red dragon (Red dragon: Ha, playing house with mortals?) and the pettiness of the black dragon (Black dragon: Tolerance? Dream on, I want money and I want revenge!). Now, seeing a fellow dragon doing the things of a blue dragon, they actually admire him.

"I know." (He doesn't want to reveal his identity.) Fine, maybe we can collaborate later.

What did you know? You know nothing? Rean opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing.

He instinctively sensed the dragon's misunderstanding, but as long as there was no conflict due to bloodline, it was naturally a good thing.

“Srodexis Laroquell, you can just call me Quell.”

Rean nodded, his gaze turning to the last candidate.

This time, Rean was a little surprised. He didn't recognize him; he was just a thin, ordinary beastman male.

Their clothes are ordinary, making them look like commoners, and their appearance is that of an average passerby. Even their race is the most common centaur. They have hooves and tails, and their racial atavism is quite obvious.

"This gentleman, may I ask your name and age?"

“Your Excellency, I am Felipe, I have no surname, and I am forty-two years old this year.”

Rean was dumbfounded. This guy didn't even look like a professional. How did he get chosen?

Weak muscles, a weak voice, a commoner or even a poor man with no surname—this is a middle-aged man you could see anywhere, even showing signs of balding.

"You know me?"

“I’ve met you before. I work in the civil affairs archives department of Huiguang District.”

"What the heck? How did a middle-aged bureaucrat get selected?" Rean was a little confused.

Isn't there something wrong with this pool of candidates? A rogue, a regular person, and a blue dragon monk. Was the answer decided from the very beginning?
“No.” Rean looked at the centaur. The most absurd thing was that there was nothing strange about him. There must be something special about him that made him chosen.

As for the "ordinary people" who need to hide their special qualities... Rean shook his head. This was not something he should concern himself with; let the heroic spirits handle it themselves.

"This is the Hall of Heroes, the place where the spirits of heroes are passed down."

Rean explained the origins of the place according to procedure, and in the process, the other candidates gradually entered.

When they saw Talia ahead, Dimon and Dania were also quite surprised.

But this time, they were even more surprised to find that they did not see the spirits of the fallen heroes on the platform. What had happened?
"This time, the hero is a bit special. Uh, please don't let too many of them die."

The large number of powerful outsiders made someone's blood boil. When he happily appeared in the courtyard, the first one to take flight was that dragon head of his kind.

"Let's say hello and kill each other a hundred times first," Wu said, holding the dragon head and laughing happily at the "toys" in front of him.

(End of this chapter)