Chapter 307: Chapter 292 Mairrel’s Identity
An inexplicable closeness?
Upon hearing Mairrel’s words, Eve was slightly taken aback.
In the Segis Universe, creatures like dragons were incredibly sensitive to the perception of aura.
Especially… bloodlines.
Even if they had never t, dragons with direct familial ties would have so sort of special reaction when sensing each other’s aura.
Thinking of this, Eve once again scrutinized the Little Black Dragon.
“Mairrel, how old are you this year?”
She asked a question she had always been curious about.
“Mairrel doesn’t know.”
The Little Black Dragon shook its head.
“However, my father found a hundred years ago, and at that ti I was very small, maybe… at most just over a hundred years old.”
It said.
One… over a hundred years old?
Eve widened her eyes.
So this guy is actually younger than Alice!
Wait… hold on…
After taking in Mairrel, Eve specifically researched information about dragons. If she rembered correctly, being just over a hundred years old still counted as the young phase for a pure-blooded giant dragon, right?!
A young Black Dragon wouldn’t be more than ten ters in length at best, with strength at best in the middle silver range, yet Mairrel… Its size was totally that of an adolescent, reaching an astonishing twenty-three ters, with power just one step away from the Golden Rank!
This indicated… that even though the Little Black Dragon appeared clumsy, its talent was at a genius level among dragons!
And talent… was often related to lineage.
Could it be that Mairrel was a direct descendant of Nidhogg?
With this thought, Eve’s expression beca even more peculiar.
“Mairrel, what do you think yourself?”
Thinking of this, Eve looked again at the Little Black Dragon.
A faint confusion flashed across Mairrel’s eyes. It hesitated for a mont, then raised its head:
“Mairrel doesn’t know either, but… Mairrel wants to be a righteous Silver Dragon.”
Why so fixated on being a Silver Dragon?!
Eve’s mouth twitched.
She gently nodded, sincerely coaxing:
“Don’t ever fear or hesitate because of your identity or origin. You are you, righteous Dragon Mairrel, you only need to be yourself. Good luck, Mairrel!”
Eve spoke as she used the gentle divine power of life to comfort the Little Black Dragon slowly.
Upon hearing Eve’s words, Mairrel’s mood gradually cald down.
“I understand, Your Divinity True God.”
It slightly lowered its head.
“Alright, go find the Chosen One to have so barbecue and change your mood.”
Eve continued.
Barbecue?
Hearing this word, Eve noticed a clear sparkle in the Little Black Dragon’s eyes.
It unconsciously swallowed, then stood up from the ground, said to Eve:
“Your Divinity True God! No matter what, Mairrel will stand by your side, after all… you are the Lord Yggdrasil who saved the whole world!”
Having spoken, it didn’t wait for Eve’s response. It turned around, drooling, unfurled its wings, and flew out of the temple, heading toward the Black Dragon Castle…
“Save the world…”
Eve muttered.
“That was the predecessor, not .”
She shook her head.
From the Dusk Era, it was the predecessor who brought dawn back to the world, not her.
She was a bit embarrassed… she actually also made plans in case of being besieged by gods, to pull the entire world to its doom.
Eve chuckled to herself with self-mockery.
Of course, just as she told Mairrel, being oneself was enough, this was also what Eve wanted to say to herself.
She… was just an ordinary person who luckily inherited the ancient god’s legacy.
And what she wanted now was rely to live openly and honestly in this world…
It was just that sotis, identity dictated one’s future.
Just as an emperor could not abandon their empire, parents should not abandon their children.
Inheriting the ancient god’s position, Eve naturally needed to bear the corresponding responsibility.
For her, being able to live openly and honestly would already be a very tough battle…
…
Fengye City, White Maple Castle.
This was the core area of Fengye City, a castle built on Elf Ruins, and the place where the lord of Fengye Territory—Border Count Otto von Kapadocia—lived and worked. It was truly the core of the Fengye Territory.
The castle was built of white giant stones, which were said to be repurposed materials from the dismantled elf buildings. It stood magnificent and grand.
It’s rumored that the Cappadocia Family, having gained wealth and heritage from the elves, decorated the interiors of White Maple Castle with lavish brilliance, storing countless ELF artifacts and Magic Items…
At this very mont, within White Maple Castle.
A middle-aged man, wearing a butler’s uniform, was pacing anxiously in the castle’s reception hall.
Precisely one of those who returned to Fengye City with the players—Anders.
Only, at that mont, Anders’s expression wasn’t cheerful. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, and an undisguisable anxiety was etched between his brows.
After a while, suddenly, a person dressed as a guard walked in from outside the hall.
Anders’s eyes lit up. He quickly approached, asking with a mix of anticipation and worry:
“How did it go?”
The castle guard saluted Anders and respectfully said,
“Lord Anders, it’s been inquired that all the Underground Comrce have been plundered, and the ones who did it… could very likely be that southern rchant team that ca with you to Fengye City.”
“How is that possible?”
Anders, hearing this, widened his eyes, his breathing becoming heavier.
“Then… now what?”
He urgently asked again.
“It’s already chaotic. I heard… several families of the Underground Comrce have already dispatched Silver Experts to investigate, though none of them have returned yet.”
“Sil… Silver!”
Anders’s pupils slightly contracted.
Being able to send out Silver Experts indicated how significant the blow suffered by these comrce families was…
He had stakes in these comrce families, especially the Sorren Comrce. If the loss was too great, he would be in dire straits…
“Damn Southern Nobles! How dare they deceive !”
He said resentfully.
“Moreover…”
The guard paused before continuing:
“It is said that all the elves and half-elf slaves from the Underground Comrce were tricked away by those people.”
“All the elf and half-elf slaves were tricked away?”
“Yes… even those elves of the Oak Hand are gone.”
Anders froze montarily, then his face suddenly turned pale:
“Then… then doesn’t it an, the auction organized by the Earl in a few days…”
“Yes, I’m afraid… there won’t be any elf slaves.”
The guard said.
Upon hearing these words, Anders was montarily dazed, nearly collapsing onto the ground.
“It’s over… it’s over… If the Earl knows this, he will definitely be angry.”
Sweat began to pour from his forehead.
One must know, many outsiders, rchants, and nobles gathered in Fengye City were coming for the elves!
The elf auction was sothing that the Earl himself had announced.
If there was a mishap, it would undoubtedly make the Earl a laughingstock among the nobility!
And the source of all this was that he had brought in those Southern Nobles…
Thinking of this, Anders grew even more fearful.
“What on earth happened?”
He instinctively grabbed the guard, his expression ferocious.
The guard was startled, instinctively struggling. To his surprise, he couldn’t break away from the old butler’s grip; in the end, he could only spill everything he knew:
“It is said… that those Southern Nobles used already tad elves to exchange for other elves with the comrce families, but after the exchange, those tad elves killed themselves one after another…”
“Not only that, reportedly even their bodies vanished. Many people said their bodies just disappeared, though nobody knows if that’s true…”
“Using tad elves in exchange?”
Upon hearing the guard’s words, Anders was slightly startled.
“Where did those Southern fellows get elves?”
He muttered in confusion.
Just then, another guard rushed in from outside.
It was one of Anders’s confidants.
“Lord Anders! Lord Anders!”
He ran while panting.
“The Earl has returned!”
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