"Foolish Golden Dragon, it seems you’re destined to continue working for us."
Not far away, Iron Dragon Solrog quietly took a sip of the sweet honey syrup, while Red Dragon Samantha savagely tore off a large piece of roasted, fragrant beast at. Both had the sa thought.
Although they didn’t fully understand where Galos’ confidence ca from, they knew their brother too well.
Galos would never engage in aningless deeds, nor fight battles he wasn’t assured of winning.
This poor Golden Dragon clearly was being manipulated once again without realizing it.
"The challenge will begin after the banquet ends."
Upon hearing Alberto’s eager acceptance of the challenge, the Red Iron Dragon nodded in satisfaction.
Alberto felt increasingly joyful, once again imrsing himself in the singing and dancing, radiant with enthusiasm, as if victory was already guaranteed, and the atmosphere beca notably harmonious.
Outside the valley, the wind and snow continued to howl and dance wildly in the pitch-black night sky.
While inside Dragon Valley, the blazing bonfire and magic brilliance illuminated the surroundings as bright as daylight, laughter and dragon roars intertwined.
As ti passed, Galos drank deeply of thick black oil, devoured a few pieces of magic beast essence rich in magical power, feeling his body grow fuller and more surging with strength, steadily rising towards its peak, and his spirits beca increasingly vibrant.
His personal strength had reached a whole new level, coupled with the existence of ’reserve hidden energy.’
An overwhelming sense of [Who can kill ! Who can defeat !] confidence almost burst from his chest.
Galos felt a strong impulse to spread his wings and fly towards Sel Wilderness imdiately, to declare his reign over that vast land, forcing all living beings to submit under his Dragon Wings, turning any defiers into ashes.
Exhale...
With a gentle and long breath, these suddenly rising thoughts and impulses, like being doused in ice water, instantly dissipated.
Although every ti he woke from slumber, the primal desires and instincts within his Evil Dragon bloodline would grow stronger.
But the extent of their growth was far outweighed by the growth of Galos’ own will and temperant.
His control over his emotions had already reached an extraordinary level, able to be released and retracted freely.
Not just the impulse for battle and conquest, even the Dragons’ almost instinctive greedy obsession with wealth, had beco increasingly difficult to unsettle his mind. Even in extre weakness, he devoured over twenty priceless Magic Gemstones without much inner tornt, yet not reaching his limit.
"How is the situation at the Lothern Royal Court now?"
Galos shifted his thoughts to business, his massive head turning to Iron Dragon Solrog without opening his mouth; through kinship connection, his voice resonated directly within Solrog’s mind.
"Shortly after I awoke a few years ago, Gordon ended his slumber, and we imdiately restored contact."
Iron Dragon responded, transmitting well-organized information through consciousness.
"According to the intelligence Gordon gathered... after the contemporary king’s fratricidal palace coup, although the surface of the Lothern Royal Court gradually cald down, beneath the surface, undercurrents continued to surge, and hearts were uneasy."
"Many nobles, and even minor royalty, still discussed privately, constantly criticizing the king’s questionable ascension."
Galos’ gaze flickered slightly, lost in thought.
Upon knowing the old king was terminally ill, he had already collected general information on several important princes from Lothern through various channels.
The first prince in line for inheritance was a typical preservation ruler—indulgent in pleasure, diocre talent, limited ability... he could almost be seen as a replica of the old king in his youth.
But he wasn’t entirely without rits.
The elder prince was extrely adept at discerning expectations, winning the old king’s favor to the point of delight, his favor and support were his greatest political capital. Simultaneously, he deeply understood the aristocratic circle’s ga rules, masterfully navigated the social scene, leveraging his princely status and promises to win over many nobles and lords, amassing a deeply rooted network of influence.
On the other hand, the second prince who completed the fratricidal feat was an entirely different extre.
His personality was fiery and forceful, advocating strength, he possessed considerable talent.
In his youth, he voluntarily requested to forsake the comfort of the palace, plunging into the harsh environnt of the barracks for training, decisively and efficiently, earning the reverence and loyalty of grassroots soldiers with his iron will and valor, establishing significant prestige, also winning favor and goodwill from many senior military officers, even high-ranking generals.
However, his problems were also glaring.
His nature was excessively unyielding, unbowed.
In his youth, disliking the arrogance of noble offspring, he had personally publicly killed a cri-committing marquis’ son, displaying bravery yet planting the seeds of disaster.
As he aged, his intolerance for the corruption and greed within the aristocratic circle beca thoroughly apparent, acting rigidly, making nurous enemies, also facing ostracism from the aristocratic clique.
For most of the ti, he stayed away from the political center, stationed at the front line border, living a purely military life; rather than being a prince, he was more like a pure General.
Until the old king beca terminally ill, urgently summoning all his offspring back to the palace at the last mont, only then did the second prince rush back from the border, travel-worn.
When the old king lay dying on his sickbed, formally announcing the elder prince’s succession, it was said that the second prince remained silent throughout, expressionless, without voicing objection on the spot.
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