At this mont, Ian sowhat understood Far Shore Island’s decision.
As long as they could turn the New Continent into their backyard, they wouldn’t care about the disputes on Terra Continent—if it weren’t for The Empire possessing the remains of the Terra Dragon, they might not have wanted to ally with the Fiery Fla Land and get caught up in a world war.
Of course, this was also a kind of dual strategy. If the plan on the New Continent didn’t go smoothly, Far Shore Island could still obtain a piece of continental territory from Fiery Fla Land, which was the forr Outer Flafly Region, the Modandel Spire Port area.
Therefore, Far Shore Island never cooperated with Fiery Fla Land in a massive invasion of The Empire, at most just harassed the fleets of the Seven Cities Alliance, taking advantage of the national forces’ retreat, to raid the Atlantian galopolis.
"Uh."
At this mont, listening to Ian talking to himself, Andor couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat: "Boss, are these topics really sothing I should be hearing?"
"You’ll be working for in the future, so these things you must know."
The young Little Crystal Dragon sensed the current body of this ’blank slate’, comparing it with its other body across the sea, nodding thoughtfully.
The Crystal Dragon, worthy of being a biological battleship of pre-civilization, transford from blankness into a powerful being close to the Third Energy Level in a short ti, its bones still able to withstand it.
If Ian wished, he could continue to turn this second body into an extrely formidable Glazed-Glass Dragon body.
However, there’s no need for this; it would be better to let Green Pupil itself transform this second body; he could share his thinking and cultivation thods with the other side but there’s no need to overshadow the process of getting stronger.
As for Andor’s fear, he calmly said, "Be thankful, for you’ve entered the greatest organization in this world—fortunately, you did not beco my enemy but rather beca my subordinate."
"I know."
To this, Andor sincerely said, "I’ve always believed this."
Just then.
Originally intending to instruct Andor to connect with the people from Silverpeak Domain and to take the Little Crystal Dragon back to Silverdust Forest, he suddenly changed expression.
The Foresight View and the ’Precognitive Interface’ gifted by Huai Guang Church simultaneously operated, making many phantasmic scenes pass in front of his eyes.
It was the possibility of another tiline.
It was a great city covered in drizzle, a seaside tropolis besieged by fleets. The Atlantian galopolis was tightly blockaded by allied forces of two nations, with barrages covering the sky and various Sublimation Skills falling like raindrops inside the city.
In the chaos of towering waves, an Armor Suit with two Little Crystal Dragons broke through the chaotic magical beasts’ group, avoiding the two nations’ troops that had already infiltrated the city and were causing widespread destruction; the forr Pirate Captain Andor was attempting a breakout.
He should have escaped. He should have fled alone.
If alone, no one would have noticed him, after all, the purpose of the two nations’ troops was not simply to loot but had a deeper motive... he could have gotten away.
However, taking along two Little Crystal Dragons already four to five ters long, even those who originally had no thoughts would inevitably focus their eyes on him.
In an instant, nurous gunfires and confinent bullets fired at him—to avoid hurting the Crystal Dragons, otherwise, Andor would have been hit and killed long ago.
Rationality told Andor, he should have long abandoned those two Little Crystal Dragons and left alone... but after raising them for so many years, he couldn’t bear it all in one mont.
He was just an uninteresting and aningless Pirate Captain, yet these two clever Little Crystal Dragons had nearly beco like children to him... in the future when they return to the Southern Sea, under Ian’s command, they surely could create their own legends.
More valuable than himself, more aningful...
[Hold on]
And at this mont, a more mature Ian’s voice line rang out, incredibly steady: [Support is coming soon, hide and don’t fight]
"Boss?"
Andor was slightly surprised, but he smiled: "Already can’t hide, too many people, I can’t get out... but since you’re here, the two little ones can surely survive."
Buzz.
The Armor Suit fleeing with the Little Crystal Dragons suddenly stopped moving, he raised his hand, signaling the equally confused Little Crystal Dragons to keep running, then turned around, facing the pursuers: "If that’s the case, that’s enough."
"Lucky to have picked up a life from you, boss, survived for so many years, knew so many secrets that ordinary people wouldn’t touch in a lifeti—this life, it’s already worth it."
[Don’t do anything foolish!] anwhile, the more mature Ian’s voice sternly said: [Co back! Hold on!]
[Damn it!]
Andor did not follow Ian’s instruction.
Because he knew, even surviving would an one of the Little Crystal Dragons being heavily injured or even captured by the enemy.
Because not everyone originally wanted to survive.
So long ago felt they’d lived enough, so once encountering an opportunity to die peacefully, they did it without hesitation.
Amidst the explosions, Armor Suit charged towards the enemy’s direction.
...
"South Sea Great Maze Chronicles," "Ecology of Magical Beasts," "Crystalline Dragon Sketch Collection," "Atlantian galopolis"...
Drafts and collections of sketches were gathered and placed before a person.
"Truly didn’t realize he was so talented."
On the other tiline, Ian slowly said, with a sowhat complex tone: "Just by letting him read a little more, self-learn so skills... perhaps, we lost a future artistic master."
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