Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

In François's study at Gallachren Castle, several servants were reporting to him in turn.

"My lord, Lord Macaros has arrived at the Deeprock Mine, and the Lortheran family will be holding a welcoming banquet today."

"Hmph, those self-important types in Lortheran always manage to drag things out for days."

François leaned back in his chair, seemingly in a good mood.

"It would be best if the Mirha tribe caused as much trouble as possible during this period, and took as much of their flesh as possible from those three families."

He waved his hand, and the next servant came forward.

But before he could report, the study door was knocked on three times urgently.

This indicated that there was an important and urgent report, and the attendant who was about to report quickly made way for him.

"My lord, the squad keeping watch over the Bluewood Forest has important information and has ordered me to report to you immediately."

A travel-worn scout entered and respectfully presented the scroll he was carrying to François's table.

François sat up straight, picked up the scroll, quickly glanced at it, and then gave the butler a look.

The butler understood and immediately dismissed all the servants from the study, then personally closed the door.

"Two fledgling dragons, both five-colored evil dragons, accompanied by a dragonborn warrior, and that bastard Inanna is also in the group?"

François frowned; he was caught off guard by this jumbled information.

The steward and the scout remained motionless and silent, for the punishment for disturbing the lord's thoughts was severe.

"This group swaggered into the Milha tribe, even boasting that they were the sons of the Dragon Lord?"

"A five-colored evil dragon? The son of the Dragon Lord?"

François hadn't been this shocked in years.

Since he successfully seized the lordship from his father, he has firmly controlled the entire White River Valley, and the other six lord families have never been able to cause any trouble.

His years of experience in forming alliances and maneuvering allowed him to immediately grasp the key logic.

That dragonborn warrior.

Dragonborn warriors are the guards of the Golden Dragon Lord. Having undergone bloodline transformation through the Dragon Lord's lineage, they are absolutely loyal to the Dragon Lord.

Therefore, the fact that one of the dragon descendants was with them means that even if the two fledgling dragons were not golden dragons, what they said was not a lie.

Adopted son?

Although it's unknown whether the golden dragon will adopt its mortal enemy, the red dragon, that's not important.

The important question is what impact this will have on the Baihe Valley.

Two fledgling dragons, plus a golden dragon descendant—whatever they do is the business of the Golden Dragon Court.

Whether it's true or false, it's not his business to handle, nor is he qualified to.

Given the lack of intelligence and the involvement of the Dragon Court, François tended to keep the entire Galahlen region out of the picture.

But there was one thing he had to deal with immediately.

"That bastard Inanna can't continue to get involved in this matter, otherwise Galahren won't be able to escape unscathed either. Take a squad of elite warriors to Bluewood Forest. If she's not with the Dragon Court Guards, bring her back."

"Send another team to the Lotheran family and report to Lord Macaros, except for the part concerning Inanna."

"yes!"

"Wait."

François called to the scout who was about to leave, then thought for a moment before saying:

"If you determine that you cannot capture her, or that the capture operation would easily alert the Dragon Court Guards, then kill her instead. You must not let her continue to follow the Dragon Court troops."

After the scout left, the butler quietly made a hand gesture as he watched François's face grow increasingly somber.

The servant outside the door understood and quickly left.

Before long, a small group of young girls were led into the study, and the butler withdrew and closed the door tightly.

The wolf clan possesses a savagery and brutality that matches their strength.

The lord is in a bad mood and needs offerings to calm the effects of the bloodline so that he can make the best decision.

……

Deep rock mines are located in low-lying areas with many exposed rock strata.

However, the Lortheran family spent a great deal of money to transform this area into a forest.

To showcase their noble elven lineage, they emulated the elves of the Golden Age, with the manor's architecture primarily consisting of treehouses and modified caves, all in keeping with a reverence for natural aesthetics.

At least that's what they think.

"On behalf of the Lortheran family, I extend my warmest welcome to the Dragon Court Guards."

Lord Vilian Lortheran of House Lortheran was a middle-aged man with pale, bloodless skin. His long hair was deliberately pulled back, fully revealing his pointed ears, a symbol of his elven bloodline.

Dressed in magnificent robes and holding a wine cup, he strolled to the center of the banquet, deliberately slowing his movements. Facing Macalos, who sat at the head of the table, he led the assembled nobles in chanting a welcoming address in Elvish:

"The Golden Dragon Court rules over the land, its might spreading throughout the White River Valley..."

Macalos let out a slight sigh of relief; these nobles who considered themselves elves were always so troublesome.

They always have to come up with different ways to showcase their "talents".

In fact, setting aside Macalos's own distinguished background, his years of experience following Celaria alone show that their so-called "art" and "talent" are nothing but self-entertainment.

It was simply to distinguish themselves from other families and to flaunt their own nobility.

Even their Elvish language is riddled with errors, their blessings are long and tedious, and they have all sorts of welcoming rituals, so dealing with matters concerning this family is always the best way to delay things.

They do indeed exhibit elven blood, but this bloodline is not as pronounced as another type of cursed bloodline.

However, their loyalty to the Dragon Lord was more genuine than that of the old wolf who outwardly flattered but secretly profited.

After each of their procedures is completed, the concessions they offer are always the greatest.

So even if it's just a waste of time and some noise and tedium, Makaros wouldn't refuse.

As the overture to the blessing was played and the first climax of the verse began, a dragonborn guard suddenly walked up to Macalos and handed him a prismatic stone.

Makaros immediately frowned slightly.

The communication stone allows for long-distance communication, but the greater the distance, the greater the loss of power. The Dragonborn Guardians only use it when there is an urgent matter.

Is there some unsolvable trouble at Dragon's Nest?

He took the prismatic stone and began to receive the information within it.

"Bang!"

The head of the Lortheran family, who was singing loudly, was shocked to see that Macaros, who was usually stern and unsmiling, actually smashed the wooden table in front of him with a single palm strike.

"Let the banquet end, Lord Vilian. I have urgent business to attend to." Ignoring the astonished expressions on the faces of the guests, Macalos hurriedly rose and left his seat.

Vilian snapped out of his daze and said somewhat reluctantly, "We still have the chorus, sir!"

Makaros didn't even turn his head.

……

A moment later, at the Dragonborn Guard's encampment, all the Dragonborn Guards stood guard on the perimeter, not daring to utter a sound.

All the Dragonborn knew that the Grand Master was truly angry.

Every Dragonborn Guardian is personally selected, tested, and trained by Macaros before being allowed to enter the Golden Dragon Court.

Therefore, Makaros's anger, like that of a teacher or even a father, resonated with them, while also instilling a slight sense of fear.

Inside a room within the encampment, where an isolation barrier had been erected, Macalos performed a ritual to maximize the effectiveness of the communication stone, projecting images from the dragon's lair onto the center of the magic circle.

Several dragonborn guards knelt on one knee and gave Macalos a detailed report on how they discovered Heros's disappearance and the situation of the dragon's lair.

"I understand. This matter must be reported to the master. The master can track down Young Master Heros. I will return to the Dragon Court immediately. If you find Young Master Heros returning, please send me a message immediately."

"yes!"

Makaros waved to end the communication.

After listening to his subordinates' report, he had a clear understanding that Young Master Herros had run away on his own.

Moreover, judging from the tracking results, they must have received Hill's help.

This undoubtedly enraged Makaros.

Hill dared to disregard her master's cause and make such a grave mistake; her loyalty could no longer be proven.

But Macalos will not be blinded by anger; everything he does will prioritize Celaria's interests.

Regardless of what Hill should do, she will most likely remain by Young Master Heros's side, which means Young Master Heros's safety should be guaranteed.

The fastest and safest way to track down Young Master Heros is for him or Celia to take action themselves.

The host is holding a ceremony; do not disturb unless absolutely necessary.

Therefore, Macaros decided to set up a teleportation ritual to send himself back to the Golden Dragon Court first.

He pushed open the door and was about to explain the arrangements after his departure to his men when he saw a group of people waiting outside the camp.

A dragonborn guard stepped forward to report: "Lord Macaros, Lord François has sent a messenger team, claiming to have important matters concerning the Dragon Court and demanding to see you immediately."

Upon hearing this, Makaros felt a sense of anticipation rise in his heart for some reason.

"Let them in."