Chapter 306

Leon was getting a little anxious.

"Alright, Dragon Queen, since you've put it that way—"

Losweiser raised her beautiful eyebrows.

Judging from his tone, it seems he's no longer going to pretend.

Hmph, I knew I was right, you bastard.

However, unexpectedly, Leon's next sentence was:

"Then I'll tell you every day."

"No, not every day, I want to say a year—no, not even a year."

"I'm going to say these nauseating things to disgust you, even until the day I'm buried, for ten, twenty, thirty years! I'll say them to you to make you look down on me!"

Seeing his serious and determined look, Losweiser knew he wasn't lying.

He really had the guts to say those sweet words to her for a lifetime!

Losweiser was somewhat stunned, and the long silver tail behind her unconsciously curled up slightly.

She secretly pinched the hem of her skirt, trying her best to suppress the shyness welling up inside her.

"You... you think I'm afraid of you just because you said that? You dare to say it, and I dare to listen!"

The couple's eyes met, and invisible sparks seemed to fly in the air.

They looked at each other for a moment, then turned their heads away at the same time.

"Immature man."

Losweiser muttered something, then stood up, dusted off her skirt, and said, "Let's go, time for dinner."

What do you want to eat?

Leon asked as he followed behind her.

Stir-fried eggplant with carrots.

"If you really make this dish, I swear, Losweiser, it won't just be carrots that get stir-fried tonight."

"Eat or don't eat, I hate picky men the most."

"I know, except for me."

"Shameless!"

They bickered as they walked toward the Silver Dragon Sanctuary.

The setting sun cast their shadows so long, so very long.

The sounds from an underground facility somewhere within the imperial Imperial City were swallowed up by the thick stone walls, creating an atmosphere of mystery and calm.

In this deep and secluded space, Ailandi, the supreme commander of the Royal Sorcerer Group and the Empire's Dragon Slayer Army, stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with a stern and imposing gaze.

He stood on the cold metal platform, beneath which were dense veins that flowed through the space like surging electricity.

Before him was a huge incubation chamber, its exterior design appearing rugged, yet it was equipped with all sorts of complex alchemical devices, with countless liquid pipelines extending from the side, closely connected to the incubation chamber.

The culture chamber was filled with pale green nutrient solution, the water rippled gently and emitted a faint fluorescence, everything was quiet yet unusual.

What's most surprising is that suspended in the nutrient solution is a half-rotten head—a magnificent dragon head.

The dragon head emitted a dark red light, like a fire buried deep in the earth. Even though its skin was rotten and a dragon horn was broken and incomplete, one could still feel the heavy traces of the supreme glory it once enjoyed.

"Even though it's been dead for so long, I can still faintly feel its majesty." Ailandi's voice echoed softly in the secret chamber, his eyes filled with an indescribable admiration and fervor.

The pressure emanating from that awe-inspiring presence was almost palpable in the air, as if it could break through the boundaries of the culture medium and connect with the visible world.

Ailandi's gaze pierced through the illusions of the water ripples and the essence, fixing on the slightly open dragon's eyes, silently confronting it.

Even after the ravages of time, that head still harbors an indomitable will, as if its owner still lingers in the world and has never truly fallen into eternal sleep.

Ailandi's expression grew increasingly moved as he gently stroked the transparent shell of the incubation chamber, as if engaging in a spiritual exchange with the remains of the Dragon King.

"Dragons are indeed the most perfect creatures in the world—" Ailandi muttered to himself, his tone filled with both admiration and barely concealed greed.

Ancient bloodline, immense power, long lifespan, and an indomitable will.

Even just one of these is something that other races can only dream of.

Fortunately, Ailandi is almost able to make this perfect creature work for him.

A moment later, Scott, his attendant, came to his side, bowed slightly, and said,

"My lord, the selection process for the 'Vanguard Special Operations Team' has completed its first phase, with approximately one hundred people passing the basic tests. We will select three from these one hundred to inherit the power of the Primal Dragon King Noah, making them the empire's sharpest blade."

That's good news.

Since the implementation of Sharp Blade Plan, the Empire has invested considerable manpower and financial resources.

The first phase has now successfully concluded. All that remains is to continuously weed out those who are unqualified.

However, Ailandi didn't seem particularly excited; he simply asked calmly,

Are the three people you initially favored among them?

"Yes, sir, the three brothers performed very well."

"Okay, that's good. You're in full charge of this project, and I want to see satisfactory results. Don't end up like that good-for-nothing Nacho, who can't do anything right, understand?"

"Yes, sir," Scott said respectfully.

Scott sensed a heavy pressure from Ailandi's brief reply.

He knew that this high-ranking official had high hopes for the Vanguard Special Operations Team, and that no mistakes could be tolerated.

Ailandi was notoriously ruthless. Once a plan failed, his men were like discarded pawns, destined to be mercilessly eliminated.

Just like Nacho Salaman.

But once Scott succeeds under Ailandi's leadership, endless riches and honor await him.

There is no shortage of gamblers in the world, and Scott is one of them.

His gaze hardened, and he was confident that he could seize this opportunity and train the Vanguard Special Operations Team into the empire's sharpest force.

After a pause, Scott added, "By the way, sir, I've made some progress on the investigation you asked me to conduct regarding Tiger Lawrence and Rebecca Clement."

"Explain."

"Although I haven't figured out their patterns of activity within the empire, I've discovered that they disappear for a period of time every three months, and then reappear in the empire after about twenty days."

Scott said, "Although we don't know exactly what they did during those twenty days they disappeared, we might be able to find something if we follow the trail. And it could very well be related to Leon Casmod."

Upon hearing this, Ailandi nodded almost imperceptibly. "Good, we'll investigate as you say. If you don't have enough manpower, I can send you some more."

"Thank you, sir." Scott nodded.

Ailandi stared at the dragon head in the incubation chamber. "After Nacho's several failures, I finally understand what kind of monster the Empire has cultivated. It's basically impossible to defeat Leon Casmod head-on, but fortunately, I don't mind using some dirty tricks in war."

Scott's eyes darted around as he flattered, "I dare say that your choice of words is somewhat inappropriate."

Ailandi raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What's wrong with it?"

"Whether something is dirty or not is determined by the victor. And clearly, in this struggle, the loser is none other than Leon Casmod. A hundred years from now, who will remember what happened today? Everyone will only talk about your glorious deeds, my lord."

Scott grinned maliciously, "As for Leon, who is he? A look through history books reveals that he was nothing more than a foolish stumbling block for the empire's rise to the top of the world."

Listening to Scott's flowery words, even though he knew the guy was just a smooth talker, someone in a high position like Ailandi was still easily swayed by them.

He shook his head and smiled, "I've discovered that you're not only more reliable than Nacho, but you're also better at flattery."

"You flatter me, sir. I was just stating the facts."

Scott said, "However, if you really want to use Tiger and Rebecca to threaten Leon, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while. After all, those two guys are elusive, and it's really difficult for our people to get their hands on them."

"Yes, I know. After all, Tiger was one of the top Dragon Slayer of the previous generation. He left the Dragon Slayer Army for certain reasons and started living a low-key life in the city. He is familiar with the Empire's way of doing things, so it's normal that you can't catch him."

Ailandi stirred slightly, and he continued, "But... although Tiger and Rebecca's whereabouts are uncertain, we might as well start with the others."

Scott followed his boss's train of thought and asked, "Does Your Excellency mean Leon's other teammate, Martin? But Martin is currently clean, and he is also the son of Royal Minister, so it's not appropriate for us to investigate him."

"No, I'm not talking about Martin," Ailandi said. "She's not even human."

Scott was slightly startled. "Not... human?"

Ailandi nodded, stretched out his hand, and tapped the incubation chamber in front of him with his index finger. "When the owner of this head was alive, he told me that 'family relationships' also exist among Dragon Race. And the dragon king of the Silver Dragon Clan, to which Leon currently belongs, is the biological sister of the dragon king of another tribe. So I think, perhaps we can start with this dragon king."

"Are they sisters with the Silver Dragon King...? Indeed, if this Dragon King gets into trouble, Leon is very likely to intervene, which would be a good opportunity for us to take him down."

Scott paused for a moment, then analyzed from another angle, "But we've failed so many times before, I think if we really want to use this Dragon King to threaten Leon, we need to be more fully prepared."

"Certainly."

Ailandi gestured with his chin toward the dragon head in the incubation chamber, "He is the 'stone' we use to test the waters."

Scott's eyes immediately burned with excitement. The completion of this technology would be a major leap forward in the Empire's power, and it would mean that they were standing on the threshold of a new era.

"My lord, is the 'Fusion Art' complete?" Scott asked tentatively, his heart pounding in his ears.

Ailandi's eyes were as deep as the sea. "Yes, just the final stage."

"Simply place the head representing 'burning' inside, then use the power of the Heart-protecting Dragon Scale to awaken its dormant will, and then combine it with the bodies of countless S-class dangerous species."

"Then we will have a killing machine."

Ailandi pressed his palm against the transparent wall of the incubation chamber, gazing intently at the dragon head deep within. His powerful voice grew even more resolute, and the rising emotion seemed to make every wisp of air in the space tremble.

"An invincible, tireless killing machine capable of dragging Leon Casmod to hell!" Ailandi's voice was filled with ambition for the future and a thirst for power.

He raised his other hand, placing it against his other palm, using it as a support point in the cultivation chamber, as if declaring his control over the sleeping dragon king. A look of solemnity flashed across Ailandi's face, then turned into unwavering determination.

"Crimson Flame Dragon King Constantine, your flames of vengeance will be reignited by the Empire!"

His voice echoed in the enclosed space.

Little did he know, the souls returning from hell had already seen through everything he had done.

On Friday evening, Leon and his family sat in the gazebo in the Holy Temple's front yard waiting for the 'school bus' Leviathan.

Mu En stood in the courtyard, shielding her eyes with her small hand, gazing at the fiery clouds in the distance.

She stood on tiptoe, her tail wagging behind her, her anticipation for her sister's holiday and return home was palpable.

"Mu En, it will be a while before your sister brings back the harvested chives. There's no need to rush. Come and sit down and wait," Losweiser reminded her.

Mu En reluctantly withdrew her gaze, her little tail drooping listlessly, the tip of which gently dragged on the ground, as she walked towards the pavilion.

Seeing her daughter looking a little disappointed, Leon quickly pulled her onto his lap. "Did you miss your sister?"

Dragon girl nodded vigorously, "Mu En hasn't seen her sister for five days. Mu En misses her sister so much."

"Daddy misses your sister too. So when she comes back, let's have a race to see who can run the fastest and hug her first, okay?" Leon coaxed her patiently.

Mu En's eyes flashed, then she put her hands on her hips triumphantly and wagged her tail, "Daddy can never beat me!"

"So, you're so confident?"

"Yes! Because Daddy's body gets weak intermittently. I calculated the time, and these past two days have just happened to be the days when Daddy gets weak!"

"..."

I originally wanted to comfort my daughter and distract her, but why did I feel like I was stabbed in the heart for no reason?

Does Daddy look like a male ghost?

Daddy is very brave, okay!

Your mom knows best.

"Sigh~"

Lost in thought, Leon heard a sigh from the other side.

He turned his head and looked at the pink-haired boy with the scar on his face who was crying and sighing. "What's wrong, Xiao Guang?"

Xiao Guang leaned forward, clasped her hands together, rested her delicate chin on the back of her hands, and sighed again, "Sigh~ A woman's novelty is like a candle on the dinner table, it won't burn for more than two hours."

Hearing his youngest daughter's explanation, Leon couldn't help but gasp.

He immediately looked at Losweiser beside him, suspecting that the Dragon Queen had secretly taught Xiao Guang all this nonsense.