Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 77 Interweaving
"The wilderness..."

Upon hearing Aaron mention it, Loren couldn't help but sigh.

Having completed the initial construction of the magic crystal heart, he was now able to keenly react to things he had previously noticed.

From old Aaron's words, Loren realized that the value of the wilderness seemed to coexist with its danger.

I'll figure it out someday.

Loren thought to himself.

He hated the elephants in the room.

Afterwards, Loren prepared to return to the Emerald Leaf Zoo with old Aaron.

Incidentally, he asked the old man for Wednesday off in advance, as he was going to deliver food to the guys in the buffer zone that day.

"This time, I'll give them a break so they can go home and sell the stolen ore for money!"

"I simply don't believe they'll come back to work under these circumstances!"

Loren believed he had come up with a brilliant plan.

After all, given their lax management and the Red Dragons' bad reputation, the miners would definitely sneak some ore and have enough to sell for cash.

After I gave them the opportunity to run away and make money, they definitely won't come back!

The destruction of the Quickhand Brotherhood is now attributed to the cult of the Blinkers, and coincidentally, he himself is a dragon that the Blinkers do not discriminate against.

Hey, it's a heterodox organization. We had no choice but to work for them before, but now that we have the opportunity to make money, why not take advantage of it?
Based on his own logic, Loren was certain that he would get a cut.

As for the other party reporting him...

Hmm, that is a problem, but with the help of the devils' contracts, it's not a big problem.

As for the miners bringing their families and friends to the zoo to see this red dragon performing...

Hehe, just thinking about this scene gives Loren a unique sense of pleasure from successfully pulling off a prank.

Lies are most entertaining and funny when they are exposed and destroyed!
As for shame? What shame? Shouldn't the ones who were deceived be ashamed?

What is there to be ashamed of, a born evil red dragon brat like me!

Having made up his mind, Loren couldn't help but feel pleased.

Old Aaron glanced at the little red dragon and, seeing the dragon's expression, immediately sensed something was wrong.

When did he finish his prank?

Who is the target of this prank? Me?
Why don't I feel anything at all?

Old Aaron scratched himself all over to check, leaving Red Dragon beside him completely bewildered.

What's that crazy old man doing here?

After confirming that the Red Dragon's prank wasn't on him, Old Aaron began to suspect that the little guy might have left something in the black market that could cause some but not fatal consequences.

Curiosity made old Aaron want to ask, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that his relationship with the little red dragon had not reached that point yet.

If this involves any secrets, whether the other party speaks up or not, it will hinder their current relationship as colleagues and friends. Old Aaron is someone who has a very good sense of propriety.

When he faced Loren, aside from the initial probing to confirm that the other party would not pose a danger, he always positioned himself to provide the little red dragon with help and some information.

He never asked the little red dragon about his past, nor did he inquire about or search for much information about the little red dragon; he only read what Morris had collected before.

Although he knew that the traces people left in this city were enough to deduce a person's entire life.

But he felt that if the little guy wanted to say it, he would definitely say it himself someday.

Until that day comes, he just needs to stay in his current position.

"How about we go out for dinner? If we go back now, it'll take you half a day to defrost the meat and eat it. We've made a good profit this time, so I'll pay this time?"

"Okay, since you're treating, I'll eat vegetarian food with you!"

Loren laughed when he heard this. "You said it yourself, Old Deng!"

If I don't have a big meal today and settle the score from last time with interest, I'll be letting you down!
The two chatted as they walked toward a well-known vegetarian restaurant nearby.

Meanwhile, in a basement in the downtown area.

After confirming that no one was following or looking for her, Sally, the former half-elf patrol officer, now living in seclusion here, contacted someone through a group chat on the Magic Crystal Network.

"Yes, he was very wary and rejected my conditions without much thought, which is basically consistent with the psychological profile we created."

"Arrogant, lonely, and disdainful of others, he probably looks down on people like me and believes he can soon break out of his current circle and social class."

"It is reasonable to suspect that his extraordinary ability to grow rapidly, as you have guessed, comes from the skull of the Frostfire King."

Sally typed calmly. As a half-elf, with a lifespan of two hundred years, they were considered long-lived compared to humans.

But compared to elves and dragons, who are truly long-lived species, they are short-lived.

As a race stuck in the middle, neither high nor low, they experience the limitations of lifespan, position, and social class more deeply than anyone else.

They are the long-lived among the short-lived species. After the success of the changes initiated by the short-lived species, they can occupy their positions as short-lived species, and with their slightly longer lifespan, they can outlive a group of competitors and become the new leaders.

The people who support the Transcendentalists, this cult, most in this world are not humans, goblins, or kobolds—the truly short-lived species—but these very people!
They are half-elves! They are the dragon descendants who have access to dragon blood reagents and use various methods to enhance dragon blood; they are the hybrids of these long-lived species!
Only they were truly stuck in this position, drooling over the beings above, coveting their spot!
In the past, she held an official position, and although she would not actually join the Transcendentalist organization, she highly approved of their ideals.

Life should bloom brilliantly, decisively, and beautifully; even in death, there is glory!
Those guys who comfortably enjoy enormous lifespans deserve to die! Even dragons deserve to die!
The usual Blinkers don't discriminate against dragons, but Sally is not.

The thought of the red dragon's contempt for her lowering herself made her furious.

How could she really not care? If she really didn't care, wouldn't everything she did in the past and all the efforts she made have been meaningless?

Even if she can't take revenge now, if that dragon is in the same cult as her, as long as she knows her limits, she'll have plenty of time to annoy him!
"Good, let's continue to observe that dragon."

"Our people will be here soon. Green Leaf City is about to change, and you will truly be in control of everything."

On the other end of the communication, a message came from the other party.

In the dimly lit basement, Sally stared at the glowing screen, her expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

Finally, she laughed silently.

(End of this chapter)