"Have you ever ventured into the Western Continent occupied by the Demon Clan..."
Banto looked at the contents of the docunts, which recorded a total of three entries, each precisely down to the minute, with details of the harvest for each visit.
It is said that this is because ntor Younka has a magical power reservoir far exceeding ordinary people, enabling him to temporarily explore the Western Continent, which is shrouded in miasma.
However, judging from the three entry records on the docunts, each exploration lasted no longer than six hours, making it difficult to say what significant findings he could have made within a re six hours.
Banto glanced at the list of harvests, which contained only descriptions of local products and map structures, without delving into anything deeper.
In short, it's worthless.
Clearly having the ability to enter and exit the Western Continent, can't he bring back sothing more valuable... he felt too powerless to even complain.
"No, people as mysterious as him surely wouldn't disclose all their findings, these docunts are probably just a front."
After reading through it, the investigation report on ntor Younka really lacked substance, as if the Magic Association was shrugging and saying they couldn't find anything substantial either.
But, failing to understand ntor Younka, the Warrior Country's plan to separate Dragon Blood from their bodies becos extrely difficult, who knows how that guy managed to change monsters into humans, there's no record anywhere about that!
Based on the current technology mastered by the Warrior Country, it's impossible to transform monsters into humans!
Banto turned the docunts over and over, trying to find sothing useful, but found nothing.
"Sigh."
He ultimately sighed, as if trying to shift his focus temporarily, he turned his attention to other docunts.
So docunts' contents had no relation to recent events.
For instance, a plea for aid from the neighboring "Ten Thousand Religions Country" Scaroon, a nation where nurous churches co-existed peacefully for the past century, but now reports of rebellion due to dostic faith conflicts prompted the Royal Family to send a plea for help to the Warrior Country.
The key point is that there are two pleas for aid from Scaroon, the other one coming from the rebels...
To this, Banto's perspective is: not worth the bother.
In any case, none of the ssy churches in the Ten Thousand Religions Country include the War God Church, so the Warrior Country doesn't need to interfere.
He set aside Scaroon's plea and looked at the nation's own letters, ntioning that Glory Dungeon's "Thirty Heroes" introduced a new hero, who turned out to be the founding King of the Warrior Country.
Which is Banto's ancestor.
Seeing his own ancestor becoming a character in the dungeon for others to control... for a mont, Banto didn't know what to say.
At least Glory Dungeon didn't do what certain FGO did and turn his ancestor into a female character, right?
Various trivial matters flashed before his eyes, yet Banto's mind kept focusing on the issues regarding Younka and his ntor.
New docunts appeared before him, titled "No traces of the Demon Clan exist within our borders, preliminarily judged as total annihilation of the Demon Clan"
Upon seeing this title, a flash of inspiration went through his mind, he finally thought of sothing he had previously overlooked:
Younka and his disciples previously captured the Demon Clan for research...
What exactly were they researching!?
"The ntor never disclosed the purpose of researching the Demon Clan," he said truthfully.
Not long after, in the Imperial Capital's prison, facing the interrogation by Banto, the incarcerated Edgar said.
"However, Your Majesty, if you let see the ntor's preserved materials, maybe I could deduce the ntor's intention from them, after all, I was once his most trusted student."
Edgar had been locked up for quite a while, his body filthy, bearing marks from interrogation, but his eyes were energetic while speaking.
Beside him, a magician was detecting if he was lying, nodded to Banto to indicate that this guy was not lying.
"What say you, Your Majesty, I am utterly sincere."
Faced with Edgar's words full of loyalty, Banto's smile didn't reach his eyes, he waved his hand, and Turci's figure suddenly appeared.
"Only after this Professor Turci searches your mory and confirms there are no issues will I consider your proposal, and all your actions must be under the association's supervision."
With Banto's words, Turci stepped forward, gently pulling a piece of rune-covered parchnt from her waist pouch, speaking softly like a kind older sister next door:
"Co, sign this slave contract."
"Uh..."
Edgar's face, once confident, suddenly turned ghastly.
This King couldn't be swayed...
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The Sain Appreciation Festival was still ongoing.
Apparently, Prince Temud was set to perform soon, so more and more people gathered, with guards arriving batch after batch to maintain order.
Regardless, Gapar couldn't see the situation here, because he had already made his early escape to avoid awkwardness and was currently drowning his sorrows in the tavern at Academy Gate Town.
However...
"I didn't expect the damage this ti would be so great, and it's a pity that the issue got resolved before we could help."
"I've donated all the money I earned from selling strategies last ti to support the reconstruction of the Imperial Capital. Honestly, I hate seeing people holess."
Leon and Luluwo, captains of the Strategy Group and Skyrim Strategy Group, were chatting idly, while Dal kept pouring drinks for Gapar, keeping him company.
Is this so kind of reunion of acquaintances, and they're all my forr students...
Gapar felt awkward; he actually wanted so peace and quiet but ended up eting these three at a party. They seed to be well acquainted, and they gathered like this every now and then.
"Teacher, you're really amazing, being able to spar with that crazy dragon. I heard the two leaders of the Dragon Clan couldn't even fight back." Leon toasted Gapar.
"Ah haha..."
To this day, he couldn't bring himself to admit the truth that Belle had swallowed him whole like a snack. Gapar instead told the younger ones that he exchanged a few moves with Belle but was defeated due to exhaustion from battling the Madness Qi Dragon for too long.
Any god will do, please forgive for lying this ti; this old man doesn't want to lose face twice in one day...
Gapar silently prayed in his heart.
"Speaking of the Madness Qi Dragon, who would have thought they were a Dragon Clan hidden on the Floating Island, and purebloods at that," Dal said to Luluwo, "I heard you recruited the only remaining rational mber of the Floating Island Dragon Clan."
Floating Island Dragon Clan; that's what people temporarily called the Madness Qi Dragon and their kin.
"Yes, but I can't bring her back right now..." Talking about this topic made Luluwo a bit dejected. "She's currently at the Dragon Nest, and we haven't seen her all week."
"After all, the local dragons surely have many questions for her." Leon reassured her, "Don't worry, Fudolin will probably be alright."
"Yeah, but I'm just really worried. Unfortunately, I'm just an adventurer and don't have the ans to go to the Dragon Nest to see her." Luluwo showed considerable concern for Fudolin, her teammate for a short ti.
Leon chuckled, recalling how Luluwo seed rather frivolous when they first t, and now she's beco a thoughtful big sister.
"The Fudolin you're talking about is still in the Dragon Nest, right?"
Gapar suddenly spoke up:
"I have so business with Elo and the others; I can take you along to et her, just to set your mind at ease."
At these words, an exclamation mark appeared above Luluwo's head.
"Thank you!"
Dragon Nest, the territory belonging to the Four-legged Dragons.
Fudolin stayed in the area assigned to her by Hidor, the leader of the Four-legged Dragons, and stared idly around.
She's spoken more these past few days than in her entire life, her mouth practically parched.
This was expected; both Elo and Hidor were full of curiosity about the Floating Island Dragon Clan and were wary of the plague. They asked her endless questions about every detail after inviting her here.
Fudolin had already shared everything she knew.
The location of the Floating Island, the way there, the history of the Floating Island Dragon Clan, the origin of the plague, and so on—all of it Elo and his group were now aware of.
The local dragons of the Warrior Country traced their lineage and surprisingly shared ancestry with the Floating Island Dragon Clan. This fact astonished Elo and the others, but after the initial surprise, there wasn't much to say—they had been separated for so many years; they couldn't very well start claiming kinship now.
The issue of the plague remains unsolved for now, but Elo and the others are interested in the Floating Island and planning an exploration. They'll need Fudolin to guide them then.
Even though her mother, the Madness Qi Dragon who destroyed the Imperial Capital, self-destructed, she continues to be treated as an honored guest at the Dragon Nest, with nothing to complain about.
However, she's temporarily unable to leave the Dragon Nest freely, and the way the surrounding dragons look at her, a "pureblood dragon," makes her uncomfortable, as if she's a panda.
So, she's decided not to leave her quarters, as the Dragon Nest isn't very interesting to explore, and the ruins of the Imperial Capital outside are even less appealing. Instead, she often longs for her ti in the Skyrim Strategy Group.
The local dragons are hybrids with impure bloodlines, and both Fudolin and the local dragons sense a mutual rift, partly due to their bloodlines. Nevertheless, this influence is suppressed by rationality, with no outward expression.
Just then, her door was knocked on suddenly, and a maid responsible for her daily care said:
"Miss Fudolin, soone has co to see you. They claim to be your forr adventurer teammates."
"Really?"
Fudolin's eyes lit up, and she jumped out of bed, quickly heading out the door.
She hadn't even realized how much she looked forward to eting Luluwo and the others; she didn't feel much before.
Soon, she saw Luluwo and the others' silhouettes, and a smile appeared on her face.
"Over here!"
Fudolin waved at them, and Luluwo waved back, walking toward her.
Feeling quite happy, Fudolin sensed she had a lot to say.
As they were just a few steps away from being able to talk, a maid suddenly rushed over to Fudolin, saying:
"Your mother has co out from the dungeon!"
Fudolin froze for a mont—what did she just hear?
"And she looks very strange; you'd better go check it out!"
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