My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

When Saint Zefa asked this question, the discussions in the hall were already bubbling up like water from a boiling pot.

The first invitation I received clearly stated that it was from Hong Lü.

But now standing on the throne is a young golden dragon, only three days apart.

A new dragon emperor every three days? When did the dragon race become so efficient?

"I knew something was wrong."

Tie Xin moved his battle axe aside and lowered his voice to speak to Aize.

"You saw what Young Dragon City looked like. The city walls were almost collapsing, and the golden dragons guarding the city were all dead. At the time, I thought it must be an internal strife, but I didn't expect it to be so fierce that it wiped out Hong Lü."

"Take a close look at that new Dragon Emperor on the stage."

Aize's emerald green eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze lingering on Ajin's face for several seconds.

"Doesn't this look familiar?"

Tie Xin squinted and stared for a while, then scratched his beard: "Now that you mention it, he does look a bit familiar... but dragons all look pretty much the same after they transform into humans, who can tell the difference?"

Aize didn't answer, but simply tapped the armrest of the chair lightly with his slender fingers.

He remembered.

In the conference room of the Ivory Tower in Holy Land Village, while the human lords of the Holy Tower Kingdom knelt on the ground begging for mercy, a group of golden dragons guarded the top of the tower outside the window, controlling the image-recording crystal.

The golden dragon standing at the very front seems to have this face.

At that time, the golden dragon stood half a body length behind Lin Mo, in a posture almost exactly the same as when he stood in front of the dragon throne today.

"Could it be...?"

Seemingly realizing something, Aize felt a pang of anxiety, but he didn't say anything.

As for Saint Zefa, he did not participate in these discussions.

He sat up straight, carefully picked up the gilded gift box in his hands, and quickly assessed the situation in his mind.

Whether it's Hong Lü or this A Jin, as long as they are Dragon Emperors of the Dragon Clan, they need Divine Essence Crystals to break through to become demigods.

As long as the Dragon Clan still needs Divine Essence Crystals, the Holy See and the Dragon Clan will have a basis for an alliance.

As for who the Dragon Emperor is, that's just a name; it doesn't matter who you talk to.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the vague unease in his heart, and muttered to himself.

"Anyway, I just want to form an alliance with the dragons, and I don't care who becomes the Dragon Emperor."

This statement expressed the sentiments of most people present.

They didn't care who the Dragon Emperor was, as long as he represented the Dragon Clan.

……

Next came the coronation ceremony.

Six elders from different lineages of the dragon race stepped forward one by one, each with different colored scales.

Then came the elaborate coronation ceremony.

After the coronation ceremony ended, Akin stood on the high platform and whispered a few instructions.

The dragon guards, elders, and deacons in the hall bowed in unison and withdrew from the hall one by one.

A moment later, only the envoys from various races across the continent and the new emperor who had just ascended the dragon throne remained in the vast Dragon Emperor Palace.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall suddenly relaxed.

The talkative Tie Xin finally couldn't help but speak to Aize beside him.

"This banquet hall is quite nice; it wouldn't be right not to drink a few more jugs today!"

King Azer also stood up. He straightened his sleeves, looked calmly toward the dragon throne, and spoke with a hint of caution.

"I wonder if the Dragon Clan intends to remain hidden in the Dragon Realm, or if they are preparing to take a step further in continental affairs?"

Upon hearing this, Tie Xin laughed and nudged the orc commander next to him with his elbow.

"Is that even a question? First, he united the entire race, then he sent out invitations everywhere. This new emperor doesn't seem like someone who can stay idle. The dragons are going to re-enter the world, so it's time for us dwarves to refresh our forging orders."

The smaller races were even more excited.

"We weren't originally qualified to come, but the Dragon Clan's exceptional invitation might be because they want to discuss cooperation with us."

"For the first time in a thousand years, if the dragons are truly willing to deal with us small races, it's far better than those human lords who only exploit their vassals."

Saint Zefa ignored the discussions, stood up from his seat, and straightened his clothes.

Then, carrying the gilded gift box, he strode toward Ah Jin.

"I am from the Holy Kingdom of the Tower..."

"Okay, I understand."

Without any hesitation, Akin interrupted Saint Zefa and took the gilded gift box from his hand.

Saint Zefa's lips twitched, thinking to himself that this new Dragon Emperor was far too rude.

However, since he needed someone's help, he didn't dwell on etiquette and instead whispered to Ah Jin.

"Would the Dragon Emperor be willing to discuss matters of cooperation between our two countries?"

Ah Jin merely glanced at him and said, "Wait, I can't make that decision."

Saint Zefa was taken aback. Even the Dragon Emperor couldn't make the decision? Didn't you call the shots in the Dragon Clan?

However, he soon realized it was the Dragon God's legacy.

This Ajin is only around level 90, so his ability to control the dragon race must be due to the inheritance of the Dragon God.

In other words, the Dragon God still holds the reins of the dragon race.

Thinking this, Saint Zefa smiled and said, "Understood. Please inform the Dragon God."

This time, Ajin didn't speak, but just looked at the entrance of the main hall, as if waiting for something.

Just then, a laugh suddenly came from the entrance of the main hall.

Wow, so many people have come! They must have brought a lot of good stuff.

The voice was soft and the tone was lazy, as if the person had just woken up.

But Tie Xin recognized the voice all too well; it belonged to the demon king who stole all the dwarves' wealth!

Thinking this, Tie Xin suddenly turned his head.

Aize's fingers paused on the rim of the teacup, and he shook his head with a wry smile: "As expected..."

The door was pushed open, and a figure walked in.

A standard black robe and black sword, with a little devil sitting on his shoulder, legs crossed.

It was Lin Mo and Yin Xue.

Upon seeing the two, Saint Zefa's expression changed seven or eight shades in an instant.

He gripped the handle of the gift box tightly, forcibly pulling himself back from his daze, his mind racing.

This is the territory of the dragons.

The Dragon Emperor's coronation ceremony had just ended, and the hall was filled with dragon guards and dragon elders.

Even if you, Lin Mo, are the human emperor, you can't run wild on someone else's territory.

In diplomatic settings and international ceremonies, even if Lin Mo is arrogant, he still has to abide by the rules.

He composed himself, suppressing the chill that rose up his spine, and put on a cold face as he criticized.

"Lin Mo, you're late. The envoys from all countries have already arrived, and the banquet is already halfway over, yet you're only just arriving. It seems you have no respect for..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ah Jin had already walked past him.

Saint Zefa was taken aback at first, then sneered. It seemed that this kid had angered the Dragon Emperor.

After all, the Dragon Emperor doesn't even give face to himself, so how could he possibly give face to Lin Mo?

The others also started discussing what they saw.

"Is the Dragon Emperor trying to establish his authority by using Lin Mo?"

"Tsk tsk, using Lin Mo to establish authority? It'll probably just lead to a fight."

"Given Lin Mo's personality, it's not impossible that he could kill the Dragon Emperor on the spot."

"This is going to be interesting."

……

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Ajin approached Lin Mo.

Just when everyone thought the Dragon Emperor was going to target Lin Mo.

Suddenly, A Jin knelt down in front of Lin Mo.

"Your Majesty, you're back."