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

Chapter 87 The Blue Dragon's Blessing (4k)

Looking at the faces filled with fear in the room, and glancing at the jar of bland grass and wheat flour paste, Pu Se got up impatiently.

He didn't say anything, but turned and walked towards the narrow wooden door, nimbly slipping through as the wind slammed the door shut.

The sound of wind and snow outside became clearer for a moment, then gradually faded away.

Until that icy blue figure completely disappeared from sight, until the oppressive aura of the dragon in the air dissipated completely.

The people inside seemed to have all their strength drained away, collapsing to the ground one by one.

Some people breathed a long sigh of relief, while others couldn't help but sob softly.

"He—he's gone?" someone asked, their voice trembling with disbelief.

No one answered, but someone slowly and cautiously moved toward the campfire.

Soon, the people who had been huddled at the other end of the mud-brick house gathered around the campfire again.

Although I was still shaken, the warmth of the campfire eventually dispelled some of the chill and fear.

At this moment, a long-eared girl with cheeks red from the cold quickly closed the door that wasn't fully closed, then approached Linor and asked cautiously.

"Linole, did you get any food today?"

Upon hearing this, Linor looked down at Amy, who was sleeping peacefully in her arms, then raised her hand to wipe her frozen cheeks. Her voice was hoarse and tired, and her tone was full of helplessness.

"I didn't receive it."

"We just arrived at the grain depot today, and we were attacked by our former tribesmen!"

She hesitated to go into too much detail, because the room contained not only long-eared people but also Levi people.

She seemed to recall the chaos of that time: "There were shouts of battle everywhere. The knights all rushed in, and the people at the supply depots had long since disappeared. Who cared about distributing food anymore!"

"I held Amy and hid in the alley, not daring to breathe, until the blue dragon appeared, and then it became a little quieter."

She gave a wry smile and gently stroked Amy's soft hair with her fingertips: "If I wasn't worried about Amy getting cold, I wouldn't have dared to go back."

After Linor said those words, the people in the house were utterly disappointed.

The quiet inside the mud-brick house was even more profound than when Pu Se was there.

It wasn't the kind of deathly silence where you were too scared to breathe; it was a silence filled with genuine despair, a silence so profound that you couldn't even utter a sigh.

The crackling of the campfire was amplified in the silence, sparks leaping up and gently landing on the ground, unnoticed by anyone.

The long-eared girl who had asked Linor opened her mouth, wanting to say something comforting, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't utter a single word.

The people opposite, whether they were long-eared tribesmen or Levi people, all had their heads drooping, their eyes fixed on the almost empty earthenware jar.

The porridge in the jar was still steaming slightly, but that steam, along with the warmth of the campfire, seemed unable to warm the chill in their hearts.

Linor didn't say anything more, but just hugged Amy tighter.

The child was sleeping soundly, her little nose twitching slightly, completely unaware that she and the people around her might have something to eat tomorrow.

The wind seeped in through the cracks in the wall, carrying the frigid air from outside, which was dozens of degrees below zero, and made the campfire flicker.

No one coughed, no one moved, and even the sound of heartbeats seemed to have become softer.

Time passed, I don't know how much, when suddenly, with a "crash," something fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Everyone looked up sharply, their eyes filled with panic. Could it be that the blue dragon had returned? Or had the snowstorm outside crushed something?

The long-eared woman closest to the door gritted her teeth and mustered her courage to move to the door.

She didn't dare open the door directly, but instead peered out through the crack in the door panel, her eyes trembling.

Upon seeing this, she froze completely, her eyes widening in disbelief, her mouth agape for a long time, yet she couldn't utter a sound.

The person next to her grew anxious and urged her in a low voice, "Look—what did you see?"

The woman finally found her voice, but it trembled uncontrollably as she pointed outside the door: "A deer! A deer bigger than this house!"

The crowd erupted in commotion, and a few of the bolder women squeezed to the door and peered through the crack.

In the snow, a giant elk, more than seven meters tall, lay dead in front of the mud-brick house.

Its horns were as thick as the branches of a hundred-year-old tree, and its fur was thick and glossy, but it was motionless at this moment, clearly having lost its breath.

Its massive body lay on the ground like a small mountain, with faint traces of blood still visible on the snow, steaming in the cold wind.

It looks very fresh.

The women in the room looked at each other, their despair instantly replaced by immense shock.

How could such a large deer have just collapsed in front of their house in this desolate, snowy place?

Several of the bravest women gritted their teeth and pulled open the creaking wooden door.

A cold wind carrying snowflakes rushed in instantly, making them shiver, but no one cared about that, as they were completely captivated by the giant elk at the doorway, which resembled a "mountain of flesh".

Several women, supporting each other, trudged through the knee-deep snow, step by step, to the carcass of the giant elk.

A long-eared woman with half a finger missing trembled as she reached out and gently touched the deer's body.

A warm touch came from my fingertips, carrying the scent of fresh blood; it had clearly been hunted not long ago.

"It's still—still warm!" Her voice was trembling with tears, yet it also sounded like a cheer.

A gaunt human woman squatted down and used her frozen, purple hands to part the fur around the deer's neck.

There was a clean wound there, deep enough to see the bone, but not much blood was spreading, clearly indicating a fatal blow.

Such a wound could not have been caused by an ordinary arrow or a trap.

"These horns—this fur—"

An elderly long-eared woman reached out and stroked the elk's thick, tree-like antlers, her voice filled with awe.

"This deer is so big! If we're careful with our diet, it'll be enough to feed all of us for half a month! We can even use its pelt to make blankets, so the children won't have to worry about the cold anymore!"

The fear and despair gradually faded from the women's faces, replaced by unbelievable ecstasy.

They surrounded the deer carcass, some touching its fur, some tapping its hooves, and some even couldn't resist getting close to it, sniffing the fresh aroma of the meat.

Just then, a sharp-eyed long-eared woman suddenly gasped, her finger trembling as she pointed to the ceiling: "The roof—the roof!"

Everyone looked up abruptly and saw that Pu Se's shrunken figure was perched on the dilapidated roof of the mud-brick house.

He had become smaller, yet he still made the roof sag slightly. Under the gaze of these people, he wiped his mouth and let out a burp.

Pusser had just returned from hunting and brought some food for these poor ants.

After their initial euphoria, the women suddenly remembered the problem they faced.

This deer was so big that it would be difficult for them, the old, weak, women and children, to even move it, let alone skin it or cut its flesh.

The long-eared woman, who had lost half a finger, found a rusty wood-chopping knife and gritted her teeth as she chopped at the deer's fur.

With a crisp "clang," the blade bounced off, leaving not even a shallow scratch. Instead, she was shaken so badly that her hand went numb, and the wood-chopping knife fell to the ground with a clatter.

"No! This fur is too stiff!" She stamped her feet anxiously, her voice filled with worry.

The women nearby were also unwilling to give up.

Some tried to scratch with stone fragments, while others even tried with their frozen fingernails, but the thick fur remained unmoved, like a layer of hard armor.

The path to survival was right before their eyes, yet they couldn't grasp it no matter what they did.

The older, long-eared woman reacted quickly, slapping her thigh sharply.

"Knock on the neighbors' doors, just get everyone together, and we'll definitely be able to cut this huge thing open!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the women turned around and stumbled towards the house next door.

"Open the door! Open the door quickly! There's food!"

"A giant elk! A giant elk enough to feed all of us!"

The shouts were particularly loud in the silent snowy night.

Soon, the doors around the house were opened one by one, and sleepy-eyed people peeked out. There were long-eared people and Levi people.

They were all pale and thin, but their eyes widened instantly when they saw the "mountain of flesh" at the door.

Without needing to say a word, everyone instantly understood the situation.

Some people carried axes, some carried saws, and others carried sharpened short knives, and they all swarmed around.

Someone in the crowd shouted "Dragon!" and it was like pouring a bucket of cold water into boiling oil.

The crowd that had just gathered around erupted in chaos. The man carrying the axe suddenly took a half step back, and the saw in his hand clattered to the ground in the snow.

The woman holding the dagger shielded the child behind her.

Panic shouts and chaotic footsteps mingled together, instantly turning the once lively scene into one of precarious chaos.

"Don't panic! Don't panic!"

The long-eared woman who first discovered Puse quickly pushed her way to the front of the crowd and shouted at the top of her lungs.

"This is Lord Blue Dragon! It's him! He's the one who brought us this giant deer!"

Linor also carried Amy as they walked out of the mud house.

She raised her voice and added to the restless crowd, "That's right! It was Lord Puse who left the deer at our doorstep after returning from the hunt!"

"He meant no harm!"

The women chimed in, some pointing to the icy blue figure on the roof, others gesturing to the fatal wound on the deer's neck, all chattering about what had just happened.

"He was just lying on the roof, with no intention of coming down!"

"If it weren't for him, we would never have seen such a big elk in our lives!"

"He just burped, he wouldn't even look at our meager food!"

Each explanation, like a warm current, gradually soothed the panic in people's hearts.

The man carrying the axe slowly lowered his weapon, and the woman holding the dagger slowly released her grip on the child.

People's gazes gradually shifted from initial alarm to curiosity, and then from curiosity to a complex sense of awe.

They looked up at Puse on the roof, where he had his eyes half-closed and a lazy yet arrogant look on his face.

The once deserted street instantly became lively.

People drank to each other, some were responsible for holding the deer's body still, some were responsible for finding the right spot to cut, and others lit a fire nearby, ready to process the fresh meat at any time.

Looking down at the bustling crowd, Pu Se saw that every face, though pale and thin, was filled with the burning joy of surviving a disaster.

In a daze, the scene overlapped with that of watching ants carry food when I was still human in my previous life.

At that time, he also looked down at those tiny creatures, struggling for a little food, and found it amusing.

Now that I have a different identity and a different perspective, a faint sense of emotion, which I myself have not even noticed, inexplicably rises in my heart.

This scene brought out part of Puse's memories of being human.

After an unknown amount of time, with the combined force of axes, saws, and daggers, the giant elk, as large as a small mountain, was finally cut into pieces of meat of varying sizes.

Busy figures could be seen everywhere in the snow.

Some people carried heavy loads of meat home, some carried thick hides with beaming smiles, and others guarded the remaining skeletons, discussing how to make a pot of hot soup.

The women who first discovered the elk, being unarmed and the weakest, received only a few small pieces of meat and scraps of fur.

Even so, their faces were beaming with smiles.

A long-eared woman with half a finger missing carried meat straight to her mud-brick house, muttering that she wanted to cook a bowl of hot meat soup for her child.

The older women, together with Linor, carefully put away their share of meat and fur.

"If we eat this meat sparingly, it'll be enough to last us for several days!"

"Once the snow stops, we can collect some dry branches and make some blankets from their fur, so the children won't be shivering from the cold anymore!"

Their voices were full of joy, and even the air seemed to warm up a bit.

Linor held Amy in her arms, looking down at the small, warm piece of flesh in her arms, and couldn't help but smile.

The child was still fast asleep, a serene smile on his little face, as if he too had sensed this sudden warmth and hope.

Night was about to fall, and the hard-won excitement gradually dissipated.

A series of rhythmic hoofbeats suddenly appeared from afar, searching around for something before finally settling on Pu Se on the rooftop.

He reined in his horse, his tall figure casting a long shadow in the snow; he was Vincent Marlowe, a knight of the Red Fang Knights.

Vincent's gaze swept over the scattered deer carcasses in the snow, then landed on the dark blue figure on the roof of the mud-brick house.

He then dismounted, bowed slightly to Puse, and said in a steady and respectful voice, "Your Highness, the Great Dragon."

Ignoring the stares of the crowd around him, he looked up at the giant dragon on the roof and continued, "The royal family of the Long-Eared Clan has sent word."

"The Long-Eared Clan did not want the Levi people to put their knights on trial."

"Unless—unless the trial takes place in the royal court of the Long-Eared Tribe, none of the Long-Eared Tribe members will accept this outcome."

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