I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

Chapter 127 Tricked by the evil dragon again (3k)

When the glimmer of light entered her body, Linor shivered all over, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded in a sobbing voice.

"Can't we just reconcile?"

Puser looked down at her tear-streaked appearance and laughed loudly: "Does a tiny ant dare to negotiate with a great dragon?"

Linor cried even harder, but dared not move or say anything more, only staring at him with her wet eyes.

"Reconciliation? Of course."

Seeing the long-eared tribesman stumble from one pit to another, Puse tried his best to keep a straight face.

He leaned closer, his narrow, vertical pupils locking onto Linor's cowering figure, his tone turning cold: "But my forgiveness is never unconditional."

"The effects of the Truth Word spell have taken root in your body. From now on, you can only speak the truth forever, and you cannot utter a single lie."

Linor's pleas came to an abrupt halt. If she could only tell the truth, it would inevitably affect her future life.

Life requires a lot of tact. Once you sharply puncture the balloon of conflict, you will unknowingly offend many people.

Pusser felt he had found something to have fun with.

"Oh, right," Puse kindly reminded Linor, "it seems that once this kind of magic is used, it's impossible to undo it."

"From now on, you must speak the truth in everything you say. But don't worry, there are ways to avoid telling the truth."

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It's like a pit.

A very, very big pit.

Linor was somewhat alert, but not alert enough, and was ambushed and tricked by Puse; this blue dragon had no sense of martial ethics whatsoever.

Linor's heart clenched, and she asked in a trembling voice, "My Lord Dragon, what... what method is it? Please tell me!"

Pu Se pounded into her heart with each word: "Solution? It's simple, just stop talking from now on, that'll do."

Since you're afraid to speak the truth, then just address the problem at its root.

As a mute, not speaking is practically equivalent to this, meaning the magic has no effect whatsoever.

Pu Se was secretly overjoyed and gave the ingenious idea a thumbs up.

The spell is sustained by magic; how could it be some kind of malevolent curse that accompanies you for life?

The more truth you tell, the faster your magic power is depleted, and the effects of your spells will naturally fade over time.

But if she really believed what Pu Se said and kept her mouth shut and didn't say anything, then it would be all over, and she would only be able to become a mute who couldn't speak.

The magic power is consumed very slowly, which is why the effect lasts longer. This has become a long-term source of amusement for Puse, and he can't help but laugh when he thinks about it.

So this is a trap, a huge trap.

Linor was struck dumb.

So this evil dragon wants her to tell the truth for eternity and forces her to be mute!

Doesn't this mean that the wicked dragon used magic to poison her voice and make her mute?

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something in rebuttal, but when she met Pu Se's teasing, vertical pupils, she didn't dare to raise her voice and make her request.

Puse's perverse sense of humor was satisfied, and he was too lazy to waste any more time with the terrified little mouse.

Its massive body slowly straightened up, and with a slight movement, it brought with it a strong gust of cold wind.

He didn't even bother with a final warning, only glancing sideways at the figure cowering against the wall.

The next second, his figure darted out of the alley and soared into the sky in an instant. His figure grew smaller and smaller until he disappeared into the horizon in no time.

The wind at the alley entrance carried away the lingering aura of the dragon, which gradually dissipated. Linor stood frozen against the wall for a long time before daring to slowly move her numb limbs.

After several days of testing, Linor sadly discovered that she seemed to be able to only tell the truth.

This caused her considerable distress.

But it's okay, Linor can easily overcome this little setback.

She was expelled from the Jade Palace six months later.

Linor:

To ensure a smooth selection process, Linor tidied herself up beforehand, removing her disheveled appearance and trying her best to appear docile.

With her pretty face and fairly quick hands and feet, she successfully passed the initial screening by the palace supervisor and was able to enter the palace for the final questioning.

The garden was quiet, the knights on duty had sharp eyes, and there was a sense of oppression in the air.

Linor suppressed her nervousness and anxiety, stood with her head down, and repeatedly told herself to stay calm and only say what was safe to say.

But the constraints of the power of truth spells are never under human control.

When the palace steward asked why she came to the Emerald Palace to become a maid, and whether she had any other purpose,

Before the answer Linor was pondering could take shape, the most sincere thought in her heart had already uncontrollably turned into words and slipped out of her mouth.

She openly expressed her desire to save Princess Gabriella and her sincere intention to rescue her.

The garden fell silent the moment those words were spoken.

The palace steward's expression changed drastically, and the guards immediately pinned Linor down and interrogated her.

The final result was that the long-eared girl was quite cooperative during the interrogation, answering all questions immediately.

Oh, not a spy from the Crimson Empire, just a fanatic from the Long-Eared Tribe.

They had no choice but to order Linor to be thrown out. They couldn't very well arrest Long Ears, who was worried about Princess Gabriella's safety, too.

They simply assumed that the long-eared girl had gone mad.

She dared to utter such outrageous and insane words inside the Jade Palace.

If such a delirious state were left in the palace, it would not only disturb His Highness, but could also cause a great disaster.

Before Linor could offer any further explanation, the knights began to drag her away.

She struggled to explain her feelings again, but the words that came to her lips were all the most honest things from the bottom of her heart, which only confirmed the claim that she was obsessed.

The knight moved forcefully, half-dragging and half-carrying her out of the garden, the exquisite gates completely preventing her from entering the palace.

Linor was slammed hard against the stone steps outside the Emerald Palace, and the pent-up grievances she had been holding back finally broke down.

"Waaaaah, that evil dragon is so wicked!!"

After she finished speaking, she suddenly covered her mouth. Now, Puse had a very high reputation in the city, and everyone would respectfully call him the Great Dragon Prince.

She hurriedly looked around, afraid that passersby might have overheard what she had just said.

People passing by on the street occasionally glanced at her disheveled appearance, scrutinizing her, but no one bothered to interfere.

Linor was stunned for a long time, realizing that she no longer had a chance.

She sighed, and then heard officials on the street explaining the Eastern Expansion Order.

After a long period of propaganda, many people in the city have completely left Starfall City to explore the east, and the population in the city has become much sparser.

These words struck a chord with those who were suffering from hunger.

The surrounding crowd consisted of poor people who were thin and pale. Upon hearing this, they immediately erupted in discussion, their voices filled with excitement.

The young official's voice was clear and bright as he repeated the tax rules over and over, his fingertips tracing patterns on the notice.

Anyone who undertakes land reclamation, regardless of the size of their population, will be exempt from grain tax on the number of acres they own.

For every additional acre, an additional 10% tax must be paid; for the second acre, 10% must be paid; and for the third acre, 20% must be paid.

If this continues, the tax will increase to 50% after the sixth mu (unit of land area) is reclaimed.

He specifically emphasized that the more people there are, the more acres of land are exempt from taxes, and the implication in his words couldn't be more blatant.

An average able-bodied adult can manage at most twenty acres of wheat fields, and relying solely on their own tax exemption is simply not enough.

If you develop to the eleventh acre, you'll have to pay 100% tax on that acre of land, which is definitely not acceptable.

Do you want to work for nothing and hand over all the grain?

If you want to keep more grain and pay less tax, the only way is to increase the population; having three or four children would be ideal.

Some people in the crowd whispered their calculations, while others looked troubled, but no one questioned the truthfulness of these words.

Some people in the crowd frowned and rubbed their chins, quickly pondering the intricacies of the tariff, and soon understood the key points.

Pioneering is inherently fraught with unknown dangers. Wild animals and poisonous insects lurk in the wilderness, and the work of cultivating land is precarious. However, risks and opportunities always go hand in hand.

The more this person thought about it, the clearer things became. He was very insightful and could see through the thoughts of the noblemen.

If the land reclamation in the east is peaceful and profitable, why would it be a chance for these poor people who can't get enough to eat or wear to share in the benefits?

It's clear that the nobles were unwilling to take the risks, so they put forward the pretext of tax reduction to get them to wade into this mess and pave a way for them to survive.

Many people around them gradually came to their senses, and the hesitation in their eyes faded away.

The previous anxieties about the increasing tax rate and concerns about the hardships of clearing land were all overshadowed by the desire to be full.

Everyone knew very well that without the existence of risks, those pampered noble lords would never allow them, these peasants, to gain any real benefits from land reclamation.

Not to mention owning their own land and having a stable supply of food.

Suddenly, a relatively neatly dressed man shouted, his voice seemingly carrying an encouraging quality.

"I want to sign up! I want to sign up!!"

The crowd was completely ignited by the shout, and fearing they would miss this opportunity, they rushed to the registration point.

The line to register filled up instantly, and the heat and dust from the jostling filled their faces.

Linor was swept up in the crowd, her mind buzzing.

He simply followed the actions of others, pressing his fingerprint and drawing his name in a scribbled manner, completely dazed throughout.

As the surrounding noise gradually subsided and the crowd dispersed, she walked out of the crowd in a daze, her feet lightly stepping onto the road home.

A gust of wind blew, and my muddled mind cleared up a little.

She suddenly stopped in her tracks, raised her hand to touch her fingertips, and the feeling of her fingerprints was still there. A sense of bewilderment suddenly welled up in her heart.

I think I just signed my name?

Did I become a member of the pioneers?

She stood there, frowning as she tried to recall the details, but couldn't remember the specifics. She only remembered feeling incredibly excited after hearing the advertisement, thinking it would be a waste not to sign.

Is that correct?

It seems like I did it willingly, right?

She nodded vigorously again very quickly.

Yes, yes.

I chose it myself.

Her hopes of becoming a maid in the Emerald Palace were completely dashed, and she would never have another chance to get close to Princess Gabriella, but life had to go on.

She thought of Amy, and a sense of certainty filled her heart. The confusion in her eyes faded, and her steps became much lighter.

Since there is no better way out at the moment, clearing the land is the only opportunity.

In order for Amy to grow up safely, she must do her best to make a name for herself and plan for their future survival.

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