Transform into a human

"Jasmine!"

"Winona?"

"What are you doing here?"

"The family has entrusted Yue Lai with some tasks, and I will be staying with you all for the foreseeable future."

Mo jumped up excitedly:

"Great! Ever since Xia Du and Yue Hao left, I've had no one to play with. Windmill City has lots of fun things to do; I'll take you there!"

Upon hearing this, Winona immediately woke up from her drowsiness:

"No need to wait, we can do it now!"

Mo didn't think much of it. Winona was able to pass through the magic circle in the basement, so she must have gotten Yue Lai's permission, right?

Only then did Cavendish come to his senses:

"Vivivivivivinona???"

Having spent so much time with Mo, he had become somewhat desensitized to her face. Judging from what the elf lady had just said, the person in front of him was actually Winona herself!

"Who is this guy?"

"Mr. Odysseus is a new employee at our firm, and also a very skilled sleight of hand!"

"A skin-changing artist?" Winona's eyes lit up, and she said sweetly, "Perfect, we're both having some trouble with these faces."

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Odysseus."

Cavendish had never encountered such a situation before, and he couldn't refuse his idol's request at all, nor did he have any reason to refuse.

"Leave it to me!"

Half an hour later, at the sacred tree in the center of Windmill City.

On the thick, starship-like roots, a steam workshop was roaring to life, and three furtive figures sneaked in.

Winona, hiding behind the giant gear, let out an exaggerated exclamation:

"Wow--"

It wasn't until I stood under this tree that I realized how insignificant I was.

Cavendish glanced at the girl, then pointed to the dragon under the tree canopy: "Is that a resident of some windmill town too?"

Judging from its skin color, it is a pure-blooded pale dragon descendant, capable of taking on a single combat group from the main human fleet in space.

"Yes and no. Hoffen swallowed the entire Windmill Town while foraging for food, and then it brought her here."

"Then the autonomous committee reached an agreement with her that everyone could live in Windmill City to avoid being hunted by humans, but at the same time they would also have to assume some of the responsibilities of guardians."

"Oh, and while we're at it, we'll also try to see if we can revive the immortal tree, no, to be precise, to bring it back to life."

"The Tree of Immortality?" Winona and Cavendish exclaimed simultaneously.

In the ancient myths of the Great Yu Empire, the Immortal Tree could bring people back to life. They all thought it was just a myth, but unexpectedly it actually became a reality.

"It's just a name that comes from mythology. It can't really be an immortal tree, but it does seem to have some magical effects, otherwise the autonomous committee wouldn't keep trying to revive it."

"Could it be that the Pale Dragonborn also possesses a talent for planting trees?"

"I know that!" Cavendish was busy showing off. "The dragon race once had a god who was not part of the twelve human races, so pure-blooded dragons will have some divinity in their bloodline."

"Doesn't that mean we have to bleed people out regularly?"

"A blood transfusion is actually beneficial for her to maintain her health."

Winona looked at her suspiciously: "You sound like you know this pale dragonkin quite well?"

After pretending for so long, Mo finally got caught. She puffed out her chest and said, "I really do know everyone... I even rode on her hood for a ride the month before last."

Upon hearing this, Winona's eyes immediately lit up: "Mo~ I've never ridden a dragon before!"

The clockwork elf hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Odysseus and I are fine, we both have legal status in Windmill City, but you... you can't get through the tree ladder security check without an identity card."

"Mo~"

The clockwork sprite can never learn to say no to others.

"Hmm...I've got an idea!"

……

……

"Rivers, hurry up!"

"Here it comes, here it comes."

Dragon Guard Rivers quickly pushed the cart up the tree ladder, which, like a giant swing, was the only way to reach the canopy area.

Because Hoffen disliked human technology, especially tearstone technology, since tearstones were essentially the skeletons of ancient mythical creatures, the committee had to hire a giant to manually turn the winch in the tree canopy.

Rivers climbed the tree ladder and wiped his sweat: "We call ourselves Dragon Guards, but we end up doing the work of zookeepers all day."

"Don't let Hoffen hear you say that, or she'll eat you alive."

"Tch, who are you trying to scare?"

Rivers said this, but he knew in his heart that the words "zookeeper" might really touch Hoffenheim's sore spot.

At the same time, his companion took out a reflector and waved it towards the canopy area. The giant received the signal and began to slowly move the tree ladder upwards.

Fries pointed to several large barrels, three or four meters tall, standing nearby: "Why are you eating so little this time?"

That's right, it's "few". Although these buckets can hold more than a dozen people, they're not even enough to fill a gap in Hoffenheim's body.

"This isn't for eating, it's an aphrodisiac," another dragon guard said with a knowing smile, looking at Frith's dazed expression. "Although pale dragonborn are hard to find, the committee still managed to get a bone dragon."

"Even though Hoffen really wanted a baby dragon, in their dragon race's aesthetic sense, bone dragons were still too ugly. Well... if you have to make a comparison, it's probably similar to how we humans view zombies. If they want to go into heat, they have to rely on drugs."

"My goodness," Frith exclaimed, his eyes wide with astonishment. "Hoffen is really going all out to ensure he has an heir."

The thought of having sex with a corpse made him completely lose his mind.

so horrible.

"Even if Hoffenheim makes a sacrifice, how can a bone dragon mate? He doesn't even have a physical body."

"That just shows how ignorant you are," his companion glanced at him. "Haven't you heard of the term 'sucking marrow from bones'?"

"...One is never too old to learn."

He glanced at the large barrel again: "If it contains aphrodisiacs, then it's not surprising. Tsk tsk tsk, even aphrodisiacs need to be stored in this much."

"What are you thinking? I heard from the person in charge of the handover that the dosage is only one glass. After all, the committee really wants to see Hofen give birth to an heir, so this time they went to great lengths to ask the head of the Federal Drug Administration to specially produce this batch of powder."

"Holy throne!?"

"That's right, the dragon race's reproduction rate is too low. If you really want to have offspring, you have to try hundreds or thousands of times. Our captain wanted to save trouble, so he told me to transport them all at once."

"It will take hundreds or thousands more times!"

Frith once again deeply felt Hoffen's profound longing for offspring.

With the giants working hard, the tree ladder quickly reached the canopy area. The two pushed the cart into a small wooden house and left without looking back.

After a long while, when they felt that there was no more movement outside, three heads popped out of the powder.

Winona removed her oxygen mask and took a deep breath of fresh air: "What are those two whispering about outside?"

Unlike Cavendish and Winona, Mo didn't need to wear an oxygen mask, but she also couldn't hear their conversation because of the powder blocking her vision.

"It sounds like they're talking about mating or something?"

"Huh—down there!"

The allure of riding a dragon beckoned before her, but Winona, too lazy to think about it any longer, leaped out of the large barrel, not even bothering to clean the powder off her body:

"From now on, I am Winona, the Dragon Knight!"