Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 41 First meeting
"So these people... are all the staff of our evil faction?"

"It's a little messy."

Loren looked at the creatures in front of him and couldn't help but complain.

The sleepy-eyed jackal's fur was matted and split.

A goblin wearing a chef's robe and holding a spatula;

And behind him were several skinny goblins, who hadn't even put down their rice bowls and were slurping their food without even looking up.

"Try to understand, they were on guard duty last night."

Old Druid Aaron was also a little embarrassed at this moment, but he still shamelessly mustered up his spirits and introduced everyone to Loren one by one.

"This is Hawk, the gnoll who was a mainstay before you came here, a wildling."

Upon hearing this, Lorendo glanced at the man. If he was a wildling, the urban environment and the long hours of guard duty would have made his listless appearance quite normal.

After all, wolves are nocturnal animals, and jackals are not much different.

Later, I can ask him for some basic information about the wilderness, which should be outside the scope of that restriction.

Loren pondered.

"What about these people? They can't all be wildlings, can they?"

He pointed to the leader of the bear goblins.

As the largest and strongest of the goblin-like creatures, this guy, who should be hunting in the wild with a mace, now seems to be a head chef.

Behind him followed a group of weak, useless goblins.

Is that right?

"They are the weak who are abandoned because their families have many children."

"Then I picked them up from the sewers in the lower town and raised them."

“I named them Xiong Da, Goi, Gore, Go San, and Go Wu.”

"Um, where's Gobi IV?"

"Loren asked."

"They couldn't save him, he died."

Archdruid Aaron spoke calmly.

Loren suddenly realized that this also stirred up some old memories in him.

Because of their high reproductive rate, goblins, which are inherently weak and evil creatures, can only survive on the very edge of the lower city, yet they have many offspring.

Therefore, some goblin families will select and abandon the weak at birth.

After all, they have enough children and the birth dates are frequent enough that federal registration is often too slow.

Only those who survive and register have an identity and can commit the crime of abandonment.

None of them died.

They're not humans or half-elves who would go to a nearby temple to ask a priest for a blessing and register at the federal hospital before giving birth.

"What a pity, I was thrown into the sewers of Linyue City."

Loren glanced at the old man and imagined the scene where he had just been thrown into the sewers and then picked up and raised by this old man.

But after thinking about it carefully, I dismissed the thought.

What happened in the past is in the past.

"So, from now on, they'll be the actors playing the evil red dragon and his monster crew alongside me."

"Yes."

Old Aaron nodded, a mischievous grin on his face, and began to back away, telling Loren,
"Get to know your new buddies, kid," "Phew."

Looking at the listless, rotten onions and garlic in front of him, Loren sighed softly and took a step back.

Once he was sure the goblins had swallowed their rice balls and wouldn't spit them out, he began to transform into his dragon form.

Fine red dragon scales extended from the corners of his eyes, his originally black eyes transformed into golden vertical pupils, his originally slender body became thick and powerful, and his broad dragon wings spread out from his back.

In the blink of an eye, a red dragon with a slightly immature appearance appeared here with astonishing power.

In an instant, the gnolls, the bear goblins, and the goblins all awoke.

Ancient memories seemed to resurface in their minds, and when those dragon eyes, like burning golden flames, swept over them, they all knelt down without exception.

"My Lord! The Great Red Dragon!"

The kneeling goblin praised the red dragon before him in broken dragon language. Although Loren was secretly pleased, he still spoke seriously.
"Times have changed. The old hierarchy is over. Now we are just colleagues. When you perform, just remember to act like this."

As Loren spoke, he knew this was a zoo, a place to instill the right federal values ​​in children.

Here, labeling someone a noble dragon, a lowly goblin, or a racist is a label that can really crush you.

Even though everyone implicitly accepts discrimination and classifies different races, as long as the Federation exists, this will remain politically correct.

"By the way, where are the creatures playing the good side? Why don't they come out and show themselves?"

Loren turned his head and asked casually, only to see the old druid's smile freeze, but he still answered.

"Of course they went out to have fun, after all, they... are not like them."

The old druid first drew a circle, then pointed to the evil creature actors kneeling on the ground, shrugged, and winked.

Upon hearing this, Loren couldn't help but chuckle.

He naturally understood the meaning behind the old druid's words; the actors in the good faction were naturally the half-elves, humans, and so on, who were accepted by the public.

Compared to these abandoned and evil creatures, they are certainly free to stroll around the streets and go out to play.

There's no reason to stay cooped up at work during a holiday.

"Rise, everyone."

As Loren spoke, he withdrew the dragon's aura and shrank in size, transforming back into a human.

“This is what my dragon might and dragon form look like. Remember it.”

"Just make sure you don't slip up during the performance."

"After all, I can't really use that kind of intimidation in front of children, right?"

Loren explained, and the gnolls, goblins, and others who had been kneeling stood up, but their eyes were still full of awe and respect as they looked at Loren.

That is an instinct derived from memory, a perception etched into the bloodline over the past tens of thousands of years, which cannot be reversed in a short time.

Even though this is only a short time, it has been over five hundred years since the Federation was founded.

"Is there anyone else I need to check on? If not, I'll go home."

Loren, who had transformed back into human form, spoke.

Upon hearing Loren's question, the old druid's expression turned somewhat strange, but he still responded with a smile.
"Of course, there's one last one, your counterpart in the story, well, a kind creature in a somewhat delicate state."

"What's the meaning."

Loren frowned. If he was going to be acting against a dragon, the other party must be a relatively high-ranking, benevolent race. What did this subtle situation mean?

"Well, in terms of principles, appearance, and lineage, she should be a unicorn."

Aaron carefully chose his words. He wasn't entirely sure if that creature was truly a unicorn, but the fairies had indeed said that it had pure blood and was powerful.

(End of this chapter)