Chapter 354

During the time he was kept in the incubation chamber by Ailandi as a guinea pig, he heard the group of humans mention the "Primal Power" more than once.

Constantine, being a dragon king who had lived for a very long time, naturally knew what this Primal Power was.

Constantine was truly surprised that these insignificant humans could obtain such ancient and powerful energy.

"Ah... the Primordial Power? Another collaboration between the Empire and the Dragon Race is the Primal Power of the Far North."

"Star Wandering Dragon King Ravi and I both contributed a lot to this collaboration," Fael said.

He paused, then added, "Ravi even lost his life."

Constantine was slightly taken aback. "Who did this?"

"Who else could it be?" Fael didn't say directly.

But Constantine had already guessed it.

"Leon Casmod..."

"Yes, it's this guy named Leon who has killed several Dragon Kings who cooperated with the Empire one after another."

"Boy," Constantine said coldly.

"How?"

"How long did you stay in the Far North?"

Fael was taken aback, not quite understanding why Senior Kang suddenly asked this question, but he still honestly replied, "About five years."

"Oh...so you really don't know," Constantine muttered to himself.

"Don't know what?" the curious boy asked.

Constantine snorted coldly, "I wonder who the first dragon king that guy killed was after the Empire and Leon officially declared war."

Fael (straightforward): "Who is it?"

"..."

Senior Kang really wants to ask: Are you doing this on purpose?

Finally, Constantine, being magnanimous, didn't hold a grudge against a junior. He sighed and said, "It was me."

Upon hearing this, Fael's flight posture visibly lost its balance.

"I'm sorry, I live in the Far North the year and don't know much about the situation here."

"Yeah, it's nothing."

Constantine's thoughts stirred slightly, and he asked again, "But besides delaying the end of this war, does the Empire's purpose in cooperating with us also include the Far North...? This is the first time I've heard of this."

"It's a very secret project, in order to find the Primal Power left behind by Noah."

Fael explained, "But after Ravi died, without a dragon king skilled in spatial magic, it was impossible to cross the ice of the Far North, so the cooperation ended."

After listening to Fael's words, Constantine thought for a moment and then asked,

"You mean you've located the Primal Power beneath the ice, but you can't penetrate it, right?"

"Yes."

Constantine's dragon eyes flickered slightly, and a crazy idea slowly sprouted in his mind.

The number of pursuers continues to increase.

Fael flapped his wings to accelerate, while Constantine casually tossed down a few fireballs to distract the pursuers.

"Go to my territory, Fael."

"No problem."

The Ironwing Dragon King flapped its wings, creating a sonic boom, before disappearing into the thick darkness of the night.

Meanwhile, at the gates of the Imperial City, on the rooftop of an abandoned low-rise building, Tiger and Rebecca were lurking.

They had witnessed the chaos that had just occurred.

"It seems the cooperation between the Empire and the Dragon Race has collapsed," Rebecca said.

"It can't be said to be a complete collapse, but after the Constantine incident, there probably won't be any Dragon Race willing to cooperate with those selfish madmen of the Empire anymore."

Tiger said, "But we shouldn't be too happy yet. Dragon Race are passionate about revenge. Once Constantine regroups, his targets for revenge will not be limited to the Empire."

Crazy girl's mind worked quickly. "Dad, you mean... Constantine will also go after the captain?"

Tiger nodded. "But at least he won't go now, so we still have time to come up with a plan."

"Hmm... I'll be handing over intelligence to the captain soon."

Rebecca blinked her beautiful big eyes and added, "By the way, tell the captain about our 'Lionheart Society,' he'll be very happy."

Upon hearing this, Tiger hesitated for a moment.

The old man scratched his forehead, somewhat embarrassed. "So we've already decided on the name 'Lionheart Society'... Isn't that a bit too arrogant?"

"Otherwise what? The tiger will?"

"Then let's Lionheart Society."

What understated and subtle organization name would a crazy girl who comes up with a combination of "old, weak, sick, disabled, and pregnant" come up with?

"Lionheart Society so powerful, and it sounds like it's related to slaying dragons, which fits the captain's character perfectly!" Rebecca said confidently.

"Ah, good, good, awesome, awesome."

Tiger slowly rose, holding his katana, and gazed into the deep night.

Immediately, he turned his head to look in another direction, narrowed his eyes slightly, and muttered to himself,

"An even bigger crisis is coming, so you must protect yourself, Charlotte."

Let's briefly touch on the main theme and take this opportunity to think about how to make our sex life even more shameless.

The maids of the Silver Dragon Sanctuary felt that things had been a bit... over the past week.

Strange.

Ever since Her Your Majesty the Queen and the Prince returned from the Saint Hiss Academy's theatrical performance with the Princesses, the atmosphere throughout the Silver Dragon Sanctuary has become very strange.

Although Her Your Majesty the Queen still handles her work from nine to five as usual, and sometimes even works overtime until late at night;

The Prince also embodies the spirit of a good citizen who believes in helping Your Majesty, such as dealing with dangerous creatures that have strayed into the territory of a tribe.

The couple worked together seamlessly, redefining the stereotypical notion of "women staying at home and men working outside."

But!

Beneath this harmonious facade lies a very strange undercurrent.

After several days of observation by Anna and her maids, they became convinced that His Your Majesty and the Prince seemed to have entered a period of estrangement after their marriage.

What is the post-marital cooling-off period?

After experiencing passionate love, marriage, childbirth, raising children, and then passionate love again—note that this second passionate love phase is equivalent to a dying person's "last burst of energy" before death.

When this passionate phase of their relationship ends, it signifies that their marriage has entered a period of indifference.

The cooling-off period isn't scary; after all, books say it's a phase every couple, and even every couple in love, goes through.

From talking about everything to having nothing to say, repeating the same things every day, even if His Your Majesty and the Prince were passionate at the beginning, that passion will gradually cool down.

Why were the maids so certain that the couple had entered a period of estrangement?

The reason is quite simple:

They haven't had any gossip in a very long time!

If the couples I support don't create scandals or release big gossip, how am I supposed to survive?

Therefore, as the Queen of the maids and the head of the CP (couple) group, Anna decided—

"Milan, the task of restoring His Your Majesty and the Prince's passion is entrusted to you."

Milan:?

Why me?

The little maid's pretty, delicate face was filled with question marks.

Although everyone hopes that His Your Majesty and the Prince can remain as loving as ever, surely it's not necessary for me to be the first to go?

If I accidentally do something wrong and upset those two, I'll lose my salary!

"Because you're the Only One here who's in a relationship."

Before Anna could speak, Shirley, who was leaning against the side, said with a smile.

With her arms crossed, she seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold. "We've been single for over a hundred years, how can we help His Your Majesty and the Prince rekindle their passion?"

Milan quickly explained, "But I broke up a long time ago! And why would a scout from the Guard corps come to join the fun in our maid troupe?"

Shirley ignored Milan's second question and only answered the first one, "Even if you've broken up, you still have dating experience, which makes you better than us who have zero experience."

The little maid pouted, her face turning red.

She was having an intense brainstorming session.

A moment later, Milan breathed a sigh of relief, as if in resignation.

Fine, if I don't go to hell, who will?

It is our duty to restore the glory of the Silver Dragon!

"Alright, I'll go. But you have to tell me how to do it, Head Maid."

"Of course, it's already prepared for you."

As she spoke, Anna took out two beautifully covered tickets and handed them to Milan.

Milan took the ticket and glanced down at it.

"A thrilling survival adventure in the Far North... or is it a limited-edition ticket?"

"That's right, Shirley went through a lot of connections to get these tickets."

Milan scratched her head. "But what does thrilling adventure have to do with rekindling marital passion...?"

"Hey, don't you understand the suspension bridge effect?"

Milan shook his head blankly.

"The suspension bridge effect refers to the phenomenon that when a person is crossing a dangerous suspension bridge, their heart rate will involuntarily increase. If a person of the opposite sex walks towards them at this time, they are very likely to mistake this heart rate for attraction, and the other person will do the same."

Anna explained, "So, in order to rekindle His Your Majesty and the Prince's passion, we've decided to send them on a thrilling and exciting trip to the far north!"

Listening to Anna's well-reasoned analysis, Milan couldn't help but complain.

"Head Maid, it seems you're much more experienced than me in these matters..."

"Ahem, what are you saying? I may be good at theoretical discussions, but you'll have to do the actual practical work."

Milan snorted and put away the two tickets. "Then I'm off. Wait for my good news."

"Yes, the entire maid corps is your strong support!"

"And the Guard corps," Shirley said, raising her hand.

Milan turned around, took two deep breaths, and then started walking towards the Sanctuary Hall.

Judging from his back, he seemed to be ready to die for his cause.

"I hope they don't deduct my salary! I hope they don't deduct my salary! I hope they don't deduct my salary!"

She prayed silently in her heart, after all, chatting with His Your Majesty about non-work-related matters might delay the efficiency of this workaholic.

While praying, Milan had already arrived in the hall.

His Your Majesty is on the throne, handling his work for the day.

Gazing at Your Majesty's dignified and elegant profile, Milan nervously swallowed.

After mentally preparing herself, she stepped onto the stairs and walked toward Losweiser.

Upon reaching the throne, Losweiser didn't bother to glance at Milan; she remained engrossed in her work, processing documents.