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

Chapter 92 Linor: Who did you say you would imprison? (3k)

Cedric looked up at Puser, who was hovering beside him, his aged face showing no sign of panic, and slowly shook his head.

"Your Highness, you are far too eager for war to come."

"This is the territory of the Starshine Dragon, home to the Silver Leaf Knights of the Levi people, and the Red Fang Knights in the city are blades forged in blood."

Cedric's gaze swept over the long-eared knights who were standing ready below the city.

"Under such circumstances, a war between the two races is unlikely to break out easily."

"The Long-Eared Clan brought three thousand knights, not so much to start a war, but to extract the greatest benefit in the negotiations."

Cedric turned to Karen: "Your Highness, in my opinion, it is not advisable to start a war at this time, nor is it necessary to rush out of the city to welcome us."

"The most urgent task is to send people out of the city to find out the true intentions of the Long-Eared Tribe. If they really want to start a war—"

Cedric didn't say anything more, and Karen nodded, already understanding what the great sage meant.

The people sent out returned quickly.

Cedric received news that the Long-Eared Tribe had requested Karen to be received with the highest honors.

In other words, the royal family member from the Long-Eared Tribe and the negotiating team will eventually have to enter the city.

Karen's cold glint softened slightly, and the composure befitting royalty returned to the young man's face.

Without further hesitation, he immediately ordered the formation of a welcoming team.

Led by the Silver Leaf Knights, the Red Fang Knights selected their elite troops as guards, accompanied by civil and ceremonial officials from the Levi race, all prepared according to the highest protocol.

After the troops had finished assembling, Karen personally donned her royal armor and, along with Cedric and Oliver, slowly walked out of the gates of Starfall City.

A moment later, the Long-Eared Knights slowly parted their ranks to create a passage, and a well-trained team emerged from it.

The procession moved in perfect unison, and at the very center of the procession, under the strict protection of the long-eared tribe, was a 2.2-meter-tall long-eared woman.

She was tall and slender, with smooth and powerful lines, long and pointed ears, and an exquisite face. She exuded an innate nobility and aloofness.

Its appearance is extremely similar to that of the legendary elves, except for its chest.

Only in this respect was she completely different; her figure was far more impressive than that of an elf, and she had none of the elf's mediocre breasts.

It's big, very big, and very round.

Without a doubt, this was the leader of the Long-Eared Tribe's negotiation team, the Long-Eared Tribe royal who arrived late.

Gabriella Linxi Hunter.

Karen stepped forward first, her gaze falling on Gabriella.

The boy's voice was steady yet polite: "Welcome, distinguished guest of the Long-Eared Clan. I am Karen Levi Pendragon, royalty of the Levi people."

Gabriella nodded slightly, her voice as clear and cold as an icy spring: "Your Highness Karen, I am Gabriella Linxi Hunter of the Long-Eared Clan."

After a brief greeting, there was no further small talk.

Karen stepped to the side and raised her hand, gesturing for someone to lead the way. The guards of the Silver Leaf Knights and Red Fang Knights quickly lined up on both sides, making way for the Long-Eared Tribe's negotiation team.

The group slowly entered Starfall City, the city gates closing slowly behind them, shutting out the cold wind and tense atmosphere from outside.

As the negotiating team entered the city, the three-thousand-strong long-eared knights outside the city slowly retreated like the tide.

The winter wind swept up the remaining snow on the ground, blowing across the place where the knights had left, leaving only an empty field.

Puse never appeared in the welcoming party from beginning to end.

To him, Gabriella, though a member of the Long-Eared Clan, was ultimately just a representative of her clan.

He is the future heir of the Starshine Kingdom, a dragon who rules over all races.

A representative of the Long-Eared Tribe is far from qualified to lower himself and personally come out of the city to welcome them.

Above Starfall City, a dark blue dragon spread its wings and slowly circled beneath leaden gray clouds.

Puse took in every movement in the city, his gaze sweeping over the negotiating teams entering the city, over the knights standing solemnly in the streets, and finally settling on a narrow alleyway.

In the shadows of the alley, a slender, long-eared girl was huddled up.

Her ears were smaller than Gabriella's, her body size was the same as that of a normal human, and her chest was not as magnificent as that of the long-eared princess; on the contrary, it was rather sparse.

At this moment, Linor was peering through a crack in the alley wall, her bright eyes filled with barely concealed excitement, her gaze fixed on Gabriella at the front of the group.

Her fingers curled slightly, showing her excitement. She even deliberately kept her breathing very soft, as if afraid of being discovered by someone watching her secretly.

In those eyes, there was reverence for the royal family, admiration for the strong, and an indescribable sense of belonging.

In this unfamiliar land, she finally witnessed the glory of her people.

In the blink of an eye, the giant dragon that had been circling in the sky had transformed into a human-sized form and silently landed behind Linor.

Linor keenly sensed the dragon's scent behind her, her excitement seemingly frozen, and she reluctantly turned around.

"Uh... Lord Blue Dragon, hello."

After speaking, Lynorton paused, as if suddenly remembering something, and quickly added, "And—"

thank you."

"Thank you for the giant elk you gave us. That big guy helped us last for several more days and saved us a lot of food."

Poseidon did not need Linor's thanks.

His gaze passed over Linor's shoulder, looking in the direction of the long-gone negotiating team, his tone calm yet inquisitive.

"When I saw you just now, I saw that the long-eared people in the city who were secretly watching looked at Gabriella with awe in their eyes."

"Why do you treat her with such respect? Does she hold a high position in your race?"

Upon hearing this, Linor nodded quickly, her bright eyes filled with seriousness, and said respectfully, "Yes, Lord Blue Dragon!"

"The royal family consists of the purest elven bloodline among our people; they are natural leaders."

"Their bloodline is far more concentrated than that of ordinary long-eared people, and even surpasses the purity of the bloodline of ordinary moon dwellers!"

Thinking of this, Linor, an ordinary long-eared tribeswoman, couldn't help but let out a soft hum, feeling genuinely proud.

"Therefore, every Long-Eared Clan member worships the royal family from the bottom of their heart, and their reverence for Her Highness Gabriella Linxi Hunter is an instinct etched into their very bones."

"Oh, I think I understand."

Puse nodded, revealing the true nature behind the worship that was ingrained in the bones of the Long-Eared Tribe.

"The elves despise the existence of your long-eared race, regarding you as an impure branch of the bloodline, and are unwilling to acknowledge any connection between you and them."

"And you—"

Puse's gaze fell on Linor's slightly flushed cheeks: "Yet they still regard the purity of elven blood as the standard of their clan's glory."

"They still worship elves, and by extension, they treat royalty with high-purity elven blood as gods, right?"

Linor's face flushed red as she tried to retort, but she didn't know how to start.

The Long-Eared Tribe does indeed worship elves and those more perfect "kindred spirits," but they cannot accept the reality of being rejected by those "kindred spirits."

Her lips trembled, but she finally said defiantly, "No—we would never bow down to those arrogant people!"

"Our own heritage as a long-eared tribe! It's the legacy that the royal family relied on to lead us to survive in the cracks!"

Whether the elves accept us or not is completely unimportant.

He spoke these words quickly and urgently, yet without any confidence, as if he were trying to persuade Puse, or more like he was desperately trying to convince himself.

The fig leaf that held the dignity of the tribe was torn away by Puse's words, revealing the embarrassment that the long-eared tribe had been unwilling to face for generations.

They revered their elven bloodline as divine, but in the eyes of true elves, they were nothing more than abandoned, defective products.

This contradiction and pain have long been etched into the bones and blood of every long-eared person.

"Alright, alright!" There was no need for Puse to wake up a race that was pretending to be asleep.

"Your long-eared tribe does not worship elves and has its own racial culture. You have no desire to be accepted by those elves."

Linor's mouth moved slightly; she neither worshipped nor approved of the long-eared elves.

But remembering what she had just said, she hesitated, scratched her head awkwardly, and remained silent.

He was too lazy to listen to the girl's self-deceiving explanations any longer and went straight to the most crucial question.

"I have no interest in your tribal obsessions. Just how high is Gabriella Linxi Hunter's status among the Long-Eared Tribe?"

She sniffed, her reddened eyes still holding a stubbornness.

Faced with the Blue Dragon's questioning, he still answered honestly, his tone filled with awe.

"Very high — very, very high."

"She is the supreme ruler of the Long-Eared Clan, Her Highness—the one with the purest bloodline and the most revered status in our tribe!"

"No long-eared tribesman dares to defy her will."

Poseidon had clearly gleaned from Linor's answer a key to testing the core order of the Long-eared Clan.

This Gabriella Linxi Hunter held a very high position among the Long-eared Tribe.

Puser was very satisfied with this identity. The higher the status and the more prestigious the position of this royal, the smoother the subsequent operations would be.

"So if I capture this supreme ruler, or even imprison her—"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the girl's bewildered expression, his tone subtly sharp.

"Will the Long-Eared Tribe choose to immediately install a new king and completely sever ties with her?"

"Will they disregard everything and obey any order from this imprisoned master? Will they attempt to rescue her?"

Linor's eyes widened instantly, and the blush on her face was replaced by extreme shock and disbelief.

This evil dragon is plotting to imprison the royal family of the Long-Eared Clan, the noble Princess Gabriella, right in front of a Long-Eared Clan member.

She felt as if she had heard the most absurd and blasphemous words in the world.

"What—what are you saying?!"