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

Chapter 88 One Kingdom, Three Powers: If This Isn't Division, What Is It? (3k)

Puse's eyes narrowed dangerously.

He looked down at Vincent: "The royal court of the Long-Eared Tribe? What is that?"

Vincent Marlowe maintained his bowed posture, his head slightly lowered, his voice still calm and respectful as he patiently explained, "Your Highness, when Elia existed, the Levi and the Long-Eared Tribe, though sharing the same land, were always separate ethnic groups."

"The Levi people have their own royal court, and the Long-Eared Tribe has its own royal court. They do not interfere with each other, nor can they interfere with each other's tribal management."

"If the trial were held in Starfall City, the Long-Eared Clan's royal family would never accept such an outcome."

"They insist that the trial of their own people involved in the attack must take place in the royal court of the Long-Eared Tribe, as this is the dignity and rule of their tribe."

Puse's tone grew increasingly dangerous: "So, did the Conrad people, in the past, also have such a royal court?"

Upon hearing this, Vincent's body paused almost imperceptibly, as if he hadn't expected the dragon prince to suddenly mention the Conrads who had already betrayed him.

He pondered for a moment, his tone still respectful, but with a hint of solemnity: "Your Highness, you guessed correctly, that is indeed the case."

"During Elia's heyday, the Conrad were the most skilled of the three major groups in fishing, animal husbandry, and farming, providing meat for the Levi people."

"They not only had an independent royal court, but the swamp city-state where the court was located" was once the center of trade and slave trading for the entire Elia.

"Their royal court rules are stricter, and tribal affairs are always decided jointly by the royal family and the council of elders; outsiders are never allowed to interfere."

Pusser tried to calm his anger and stared straight down at Vincent.

"Since the Levi have a royal court, the Long-eared Clan have a royal court, and the Conrad have a royal court, shouldn't the dragons, as the masters of this land, also have a royal court of their own?"

He could clearly sense the suppressed anger in Puse's words, as well as the unquestionable majesty that belonged to a dragon.

After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, his voice still steady and respectful, but with a hint of caution: "Your Highness, what you say is absolutely right."

"The Conrad have long since betrayed Elia, and power is already missing from this land."

He paused, seemingly considering his words, but finally forced himself to continue: "And you, Your Highness Blue Dragon, are a member of the dragon race, the rightful master of this land."

"Since the royal courts of the Levi and the Long-eared Clan still exist, you naturally have the qualifications and the right to establish a royal court belonging to the dragons."

"This is not only a recognition of your identity, but also a reorganization of the order of this land."

"fart!"

A deafening roar exploded from the rooftop.

His vertical pupils shrank to a sharp slit with rage, and his dark blue scales stood on end as he leaped down from the roof.

"One kingdom! Three royal families! Three royal courts! Three regimes!"

"Each going their own way! No interference! This isn't division, this isn't betrayal, what is it?!"

Poseidon's dragon claws slammed heavily into the snow, and a terrifying pressure swept out like a tidal wave, making Vincent almost unable to breathe.

His voice was filled with overwhelming rage, and he viciously stabbed at this distorted order.

"This dragon can acknowledge the royal family of the Levi people! It can acknowledge the royal family of the Long-Eared Tribe!"

"But the existence of royalty must never be used as an excuse to divide the Starshine Kingdom; otherwise, neither the royal families of the Levi nor the Long-Eared Clan would have any reason to exist!"

"The existence of the Royal Court! The division of power! This is the greatest provocation against Starshine!"

A country without a unified government is like a body without a heart!

Each ethnic group governed itself independently, and the royal courts checked and balanced each other, resulting in a fragmented and ineffective power structure.

When foreign enemies invade, they will not join forces to defend themselves, but will only think about how to protect their own little territory and be happy for the misfortune of others!

Is this a country?

This is not a unified country.

Puse did not press the matter further.

His icy blue dragon eyes swept over Vincent's trembling shoulders, and a faint hint of impatience suddenly crept into his burning chest.

This kid is just a lowly knight, merely a knife in the hands of the royal family and the royal court. How could he possibly understand so many deep entanglements about political power and unification?

No matter how many questions you ask, it's like talking to a brick wall; it's just a waste of your energy.

Since the little knight couldn't provide the answer, he would find it himself.

Since the corrupt order was already beyond repair, he would personally establish a completely new order, a more stable one.

Poseidon's anger had not subsided, and he restored his more than two-meter-long body to its original form.

The almost black dragon claws suddenly shot out, grabbing Vincent like iron pincers and lifting him into the air, flying him out of the city.

The poor knight didn't even have time to utter a cry of alarm before the dragon easily lifted him off the ground.

Poseidon's massive body was suddenly lifted into the air. His armor creaked under the dragon's immense force, and his feet thrashed helplessly in the air, offering no chance to resist.

"Since you don't understand, then this dragon will go find someone who does! Magic Mirror, now tell me, where is that old bastard Cedric?"

The cold mirror suddenly displayed the surrounding life energy detection, and the magic mirror's cheerful and charming voice rang out in the snowy night.

"Great master, Magic Mirror is happy to serve you. That old fellow is organizing knights and mages to cultivate the land on the edge of the forest west of the city."

Before he finished speaking, Puse's wings suddenly veered off course, and his icy blue figure flashed like lightning, cutting through the swirling snow.

When Vincent, who was being held in someone's arms, opened his eyes again, they had arrived at the outer forest of Starfall City.

This area is no longer the desolate place it once was; the knights of the Knights Order are now wielding giant axes, hacking down tough thorns and dead trees.

Each swing of the axe employed extraordinary skill, cleaving trees as thick as a bowl in half.

The timber they felled was quickly piled up into fences, enclosing neat plots of land, or stacked aside, ready to be transported back to Starfall City to provide warmth for its people.

Behind the knights, mages dressed in robes of various colors were divided into two rows, working together in an orderly manner.

A line of mages, each holding a jewel-encrusted staff, chanted deep incantations as they turned over the damp black soil and instantly leveled the uneven ground with earth magic.

Cedric stood in the center of a newly leveled piece of land.

He wore a long robe embroidered with stars, and his scepter pointed deep into the forest, as if he were directing the next phase of the reclamation project.

Beside him, the knight and the mage stood side by side, their movements perfectly synchronized.

"Speed ​​up! Everyone, max out the speed!"

"The silver moon and the red moon will soon appear in the sky. Once the two moons are up, we must hurry back so we can get some rest."

Cedric, having been a wise old man for so many years, had become a master at making empty promises.

"Knights! Abandon building fences. Clear all the dead trees and thorns from the clearing area. Don't save your energy; after today, Starfall City will have plenty of wood for you to keep warm!"

"Mage Corps! Concentrate your efforts on tilling the core area. Make sure this land is completely turned over before the two moons rise!"

In fact, the heaviest burden in this reclaimed area always rested on Cedric's shoulders alone.

This hero-level mage, whose life energy reaches level 19, is the core of the entire reclamation effort.

Under the magical manipulation of the scepter, those stubborn tree stumps and tangled thorn roots were broken apart inch by inch as if cut by a sharp blade, turning into humus that nourished the land.

His incantation was deep and continuous, without the slightest pause, and he brought the power of earth magic to its fullest potential.

It can not only till the land, but also precisely control the thickness and flatness of the soil.

The knights' felling was merely clearing away the surface obstacles for him.

The monks' cooperation was limited to doing some minor tasks within the area he had designated.

No one uttered a single complaint.

Everyone knew that without the support of Cedric, a level 19 hero-level powerhouse, it would be impossible.

Even if these knights and mages exhausted all their magic power, they could never shake this land frozen by ice and snow before the two moons rose.

Their cooperation was more like stars surrounding the moon, carefully circling the aged yet still powerful mage, Cedric.

A dark blue shadow suddenly descended from the sky, and with the flapping of its sky-covering dragon wings, the resulting gale-force winds swept across the entire reclaimed area like sharp blades. "Boom—!"

Puse's massive body crashed to the ground, its dragon claws striking the freshly turned black soil and instantly creating several knee-deep cracks.

Vincent, who was held in his hand, was casually tossed aside like a rag doll, shivering and dry heaving.

"Cedric."

Cedric slowly turned around, his aged face showing no fear, and simply bowed slightly to Puse.

His staff hung limply at his side, his voice still steady: "Your Highness Puse."

His gaze swept over Vincent, who was sprawled on the ground, and then fell back on Pousser. His tone was calm, but carried a hint of barely perceptible inquiry.

"I was unaware of Your Highness's arrival. What is the reason for your sudden visit?"

Puse didn't beat around the bush; his voice was low and hoarse as he directly raised his question.

"Cedric, tell me, in this land today, the Levi have a royal court, the Long-eared tribe has a royal court, and even the long-betrayed Conrad once had their own royal court. Is this system of royal courts reasonable?"

Cedric gazed at the distant horizon shrouded in snow and wind, his voice carrying a weight and vicissitude that seemed to have transcended time.

"Your Highness, this royal court system existed long before Elia was established."

He spoke slowly: "It has lasted for hundreds, even thousands of years, longer than Elijah existed."

"Before that land was even named Elia, the ancestors of the Levi, the Long-eared, and the Conrad had already established their own royal courts, divided their territories, and multiplied."

"It is the root of the ethnic group, the vein of civilization, and the heritage engraved in the bones and blood of every member of the ethnic group."

Cedric's gaze returned to Puse: "A system that lasts for a thousand years, even with its flaws, cannot be simply defined as 'unreasonable.'"

"The fact that it has survived to this day proves that it has its own soil and value in this land."

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