Iron Palace

With a flash of magical light, Lang Pu's ugly face reappeared on the mirror, his expression filled with the joy of a bountiful harvest.

"Master, you've come at the perfect time."

"This time we plundered the inventory of the Polar Night Demon Tower and found hundreds of Spell Scroll in the ruins, including one Ninth Circle Spell, two Eighth Circle Spell, three Seventh-Circle Spell, five Sixth-Circle Spell, and eleven Fifth Circle Spell. Most of them are necromancy and spellcasting spells, and there are countless spells of lower ring levels."

Lang Pu took a piece of parchment presented by his subordinate, put on his gold-rimmed glasses, and continued reading, "That only Ninth Circle Spell is the [Kingslaying Star Phantom] that Wagnerd cast before his death. It was sealed in the depths of the tower, sealed with various vicious necromancy spells. We suffered dozens of casualties before we were able to retrieve it. For something of such great importance, your subordinate dared not make a decision on his own. As you instructed, I have sealed it again as a taboo and am preparing to send it to your treasury."

"In addition, we also found hundreds of Dragon Vein Experiment and a large amount of experimental data in the tower. I must say that Wagnerd has a very high level of expertise in the study of dragon veins. I have been working day and night these past few days and have already summarized a part of these top-secret materials and sealed them into the kingdom's archives."

"The kingdom's spellcasters are still conducting further research on it, and it is estimated that it will take three to five years to fully digest these research results."

"In this quarter, the social order of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom gradually stabilized, and the economy steadily recovered, with various tax revenues reaching 52,000."

The Ogre Mage adjusted his glasses, his tone excited, and he was already talking non-stop.

"Furthermore, we have already figured it out."

Keosius was about to yawn as he listened. Although his intelligence had reached 16, being bombarded with so much information at once still made him a little irritable. As a naturally lazy Red Dragon, he was more used to being a hands-off manager and leaving the trivial matters of governing the country to his subordinates.

He immediately interrupted Lang Pu.

"Summarize all of this and submit it to me in a written report in a couple of days. Don't waste my time here."

"Yes, I understand."

Seemingly sensing the Red Dragon's impatience, Lang Pu quickly shut his mouth and responded respectfully.

"I didn't call you here for these trivial matters."

"Huh?"

A head peeked out from the side of the Red Dragon — Tinia was looking curiously at the reflection in the magic mirror.

Upon seeing the White Dragon's head, Lang Pu's expression froze, and he immediately understood the Red Dragon's intention in summoning him.

This White Dragon caused him quite a bit of trouble. It was a noble True Dragon, and even Lang Pu, a loyal follower of the Red Dragon, dared not provoke it easily. However, as the kingdom's chief minister, he had responsibilities and could not stand idly by while the White Dragon destroyed buildings. In the end, he could only take a compromise and Wall of Force to surround it.

Lang Pu's mind raced, instantly conjuring up several scenarios, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

After weighing the options several times, Lang Pu sincerely admitted his mistake:

"Master, I am truly incompetent and unable to properly settle Lady Tinia. I could only use magic to trap her. If you find this inappropriate, I may..."

Keosius frowned slightly and interrupted again, "I'm not here to interrogate you."

So you mean...

Lang Pu took out a gold-threaded handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Keosius winked at Tinia beside him, and the White Dragon immediately understood, smugly exhaling a gentle breeze.

"Tinia has a natural talent for spellcasting. I hope you can do your best to teach her some practical spells, such as Polymorph and Invisibility Spell. Also, it would be best if you could teach her the most basic etiquette within the kingdom."

"This"

Lang Pu's expression froze instantly.

After a long silence, he managed to force an awkward smile, his forehead already drenched in sweat.

"Lady Tinia is very talented, but..."

Over the past decade, the Dragon Vein Ogre Mage has been working tirelessly to reform the "intelligent" Ogre in his tribe. Just when things were starting to look up, he was now faced with an even more stubborn and powerful White Dragon that he couldn't hit or scold, which made him feel somewhat suffocated.

"Your subordinate will do his utmost."

Seeing the Red Dragon's resolute gaze, Lang Pu revealed a smile that was more like a grimace.

"I will have the spellcasters in the kingdom gather regularly and devote all the kingdom's resources to training Lady Tinia. I will certainly live up to your expectations."

After a moment's thought, Lang Pu finally came up with a way to share the responsibility and unhesitatingly assigned the mess to all the spellcasters in the kingdom, since he couldn't be the only one to suffer.

"Very good."

Keosius nodded slightly.

Meanwhile, Tinia, standing nearby, was unaware of what was going on and was curiously watching the Magic Image.

As if remembering something, Keosius asked Lang Pu, "By the way, is my palace finished?"

He was naturally referring to the "Iron Dragon Wing Palace" located on the outskirts of the city. The Red Dragon had already sensed the need to digest the power of its Progenitor Dragon Blood through slumber, but slumbering in North Wind Fortress was obviously dangerous; one wrong move and it might turn half the city into a volcanic lava field.

Langpi replied, "We've spent a lot of Faction Contribution, dispatched over three hundred Starfallers, and sent twenty-seven Frost Giant slaves. They've been working day and night, and apart from some extra decorations, the palace is basically complete. But for some reason, these Starfallers have been very enthusiastic about taking on missions lately."

Keosius thought to himself that it was because the servers were about to shut down, and these players wanted to take the opportunity to make one last profit.

"Okay, I understand."

"Master, I'll go prepare the report now."

Lang Pu respectfully took his leave, waiting for the Red Dragon to leave the screen before cutting off the Magic Image.

Keosius then strolled out of the hall, took to the air, and flew towards the outskirts of the city, with the White Dragon following closely behind.

The brand-new "Iron Dragon Wing Palace" finally appeared before him.

Built against the mountain, this palace is exceptionally magnificent.

The main hall of the palace is nearly thirty meters high and contains a massive Iron Throne. The side halls on both sides are equally grand, resembling broad Dragon Wing.

It was only through the immense wealth of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom, the immense power of the Frost Giant slaves, and the diverse methods employed by the players that such a palace was built in just a few months.

Keosius even saw several tower cranes built by the Church of the Machine God, which made him momentarily doubt that he had returned to his original world.

For Keosius, the palace was merely a facade; his true lair was a warm cave dug into the mountains, with enough space for him to hibernate.

But Tinia, standing beside her, flapped her wings, her face showing fear.

Because she sensed a familiar magical fluctuation—it was the Wagnerd Dragon Binding Array, a powerful Eighth Circle Spell that had bound her for a full hundred years.

This undoubtedly stirred up the deepest fears within Tinia.

The magic circle that "Gray Eagle" had not yet used was quietly placed in the side hall on the left.

Keosius finally revealed the true purpose of his trip. He grabbed the White Dragon by the neck and, ignoring her struggles, dragged her to the magic circle.

The Red Dragon pressed her head onto the magic circle, and grinned menacingly:

"If you dare to cause any more trouble, I'll make sure you're trapped for another hundred years."

"Did you understand?"

"Aww—"

Tinia flapped her wings haphazardly and cried out in panic.