Suddenly Kidnapped by the Farron Guard

"Come and see! He's turned into a lizard! Hahaha!"

"This isn't a lizard, it's a dragon!"

How could there be such a thin and weak dragon in the world?

"There are also small and thin strongmen!"

Klan, now transformed into a dragon head, became the center of attention on the street. His comical appearance sparked much discussion, and he had to turn around and refute it from time to time.

Damn it, aren't the dragon-headed, human-bodied figures in mythology supposed to be cool? And the Dragon Blood Warrior from the Warrior Country are pretty good-looking too. Why do they look so dry on me?

In the end, Klan no longer had the strength to argue with passersby, and could only beg Da Er for a hood to cover his face.

"Go ahead and leave it on," Da Er said, unmoved. "That way, you'll know to hold back next time you encounter something strange."

Klan wanted to cry but had no tears.

However, to be fair, aside from the lack of appearance, he did feel the power of the dragon head.

His five senses had become much more developed. He had acquired intermediate-level Eagle Eye Technique, Listen to the Wind Technique, Perception Technique, and Dog Nose Technique Magic, among other sensory enhancement spells. He felt like he could become a ranger who could wield an archery bow.

The strength of the body, or rather the strength of the head, has been enhanced. Ordinary weapons hitting the dragon's head are like cutting through hard rock, especially the pair of dragon horns, which are of extraordinary hardness.

In addition to his five senses and physical strength, he can now breathe fire!

"Gurgle, gurgle... burp!"

Perhaps he drank the water too quickly, because he involuntarily burped. As a result, a hot current surged up in his throat, and he couldn't help but open his mouth, flames shooting into the sky!

Fierce tongues of fire licked the sky; the effect was comparable to a high-level Fire Tongue Technique, wasn't it?

Having discovered the new continent, Klan, in a playful and exuberant mood, tried keeping his mouth shut and letting the flames build up inside for a while, then opened his mouth and exhaled—

Successfully fired a fireball!

It's as natural as blowing a smoke ring!

His eyes gleamed with excitement, but before he could come up with any more ideas, the Farron Guard beside him slammed his mouth shut and said helplessly, "Are you trying to get arrested by the guards again for playing with fire in the street?"

Klan obediently shut his mouth, but in his heart he was thinking: If there are stones that can turn heads into dragon heads, then are there stones that can turn bodies into dragons as well? Just the feeling of a dragon head alone has improved me a lot. If the body could also turn into a dragon, that would be wonderful.

He fantasized about what he would look like as a four-legged dragon; even Two-legged Wyvern would be cool enough.

Soon after, they arrived at a clinic.

"Hiss, your symptoms are really..." The doctor gasped, "A human-dragon hybrid? No, that's impossible!"

If the doctor is helpless, then go to the Priest.

"Your symptoms don't seem like you're cursed. According to the results of the magic test, it's as if your head has been like this since birth."

Clearly, the Priest had no other choice.

"How much longer do we have to walk? I told you the dragon head will disappear automatically if I die once." Klan didn't want to be stared at on the street anymore.

Several adventurers have already come over to ask him how he got his head, and they even seem eager to try it out. Some have even come up to him and compliment his good looks.

Indeed, people's aesthetic sense cannot be generalized.

After consulting with everyone, Klan revealed how the dragon head came to be. This information wasn't exactly a secret, and it was foreseeable that a wave of people would flock to Farron Keep to farm the [Painting World "Hawkwood"].

"Haven't you realized yet? Treating you is secondary; everyone's main purpose is to verify the effects of the Dragon Head Stone you mentioned," a Farron Guard said. "Now it's proven that the thing is truly magical, turning a person into a different species out of thin air!"

Da Er blinked, surprised, and said, "I really am looking for a doctor for Klan."

These words deeply moved Klan, who had just been about to say, "I'll be sad if you say that," and he wanted to hug him.

In the end, no one could be found to cure it, and the matter was left unresolved. If you want to turn back, you can only wait until tomorrow to go into the dungeon and die again.

"I actually think the dragon head feels pretty good. Not only are the senses enhanced, but it can also breathe fire. Maybe I should change back to normal?"

Klan's idea persisted until he lay in bed trying to sleep and discovered he couldn't lie on his side.

"I must change back! I absolutely have to change back! Not being able to sleep on my side is like hell!"

Before going to sleep, he told Hawkwood everything he had heard.

"He said that those who yearn for the path of the ancient dragon seem to be searching for some nameless god. Legend has it that the god lives in seclusion in a place that people cannot find, and can only be seen by ringing a big bell, but it is not said where the bell is."

"If it were just ordinary mythology, I would just consider these things as legends, but this comes from the Zane Dungeon, so..." Fingel pondered, "Maybe we really will encounter that bell."

What you're saying makes me both excited and scared.

People discussed the legend of the ancient dragon with great interest for a while, until the moon was high in the sky, and even the most enthusiastic discussion could not overcome the physiological reaction of wanting to sleep.

Fingel bid farewell to Da Er and the others who were staying at the inn, and returned to his small villa in the Leyndell, intending to take a shower and rest.

However, under the moonlight, a beautiful girl with long, straight black hair leaned against his front door, her head nodding as if she were asleep. She woke up immediately upon hearing his approaching footsteps.

"Matilda? What do you want with me so late?" Fingel asked curiously.

"Of course it's something important. I've been looking for you all day. How come you didn't even bring a telepathic device?"

Matilda, unusually not wearing her Hell March, pulled out an envelope with gold foil embossing and handed it to Fingel. The envelope had clearly been opened.

"This is?"

Fingel took the letter, glanced at it, and subconsciously whistled.

"A commission from the Royal Palace," Matilda stretched, "But it was delivered by Iliphis's men."

"Iliphis?"

Let's go back to daytime today.

"It still doesn't work."

Iliphis stared at the crimson Fallen Devil Egg in his hand, his brow furrowed.

No matter how much he tried to fill himself with negative emotions, he still couldn't get the Fallen Devil Egg to react, as if it had no interest in him at all.

But why? Why is it that even the most ordinary person can use the Fallen Devil Egg, but it has no effect in the Iliphis?

He wants to gain power!

He sighed and put the Fallen Devil Egg back into his pocket. The long table in front of him was filled with the things he needed to deal with that day, but he couldn't concentrate on reading a single word.

What exactly is in that starry sky?

Not long ago, he felt as if his body was being controlled by something while he was asleep, and he inexplicably stood at attention.

He was overwhelmed by immense fear. He saw purple stars deep in his consciousness and thought he was going to die. But a few minutes later, he regained control of his body.

From then on, he understood that something was lurking in the starry sky, and if that unknown entity could control him once, then it would definitely do it a second time.

He had to become strong enough to break free from that control!

"Beep beep."

The knocking brought him back to his senses.

"Enter."

Sally entered and said, "Commander, your equipment has arrived. You can use it this afternoon when you and Princess Serena enter the Zane Dungeon."

"Hmm." Iliphis, and Sally withdrew to give him peace and quiet.

Ever since Gwyndolin incident broke, Serena has been incredibly excited, constantly demanding to enter the Zane Dungeon, and specifically asking to enter the Painting World of Anor Londo.

The ministers tacitly agreed, but who would accompany the Princess inside? The most suitable candidate was none other Iliphis, in the eyes of outsiders, would become the future king's consort.

So things have come to this point; he has to go to Sien with the Princess this afternoon.

Iliphis had no interest in playing house with the Princess; he was just putting on an act in front of outsiders. He planned to use his Unique Talent to change Serena's mind once he entered the dungeon, making her lose interest in everything related to Sen.

However, if he were to change Serena's mind now, perhaps he wouldn't even need to pretend this afternoon. Perhaps he should go now—

"Beep beep."

There was another knock on the door. Iliphis frowned slightly and asked, "What is it?"

"Commander, a guest who has come from afar wishes to see you."

Guests who have come from afar?

Etc!

"Come in."

The door was wide open, and an elderly man walked in, looking travel-worn and disheveled, as if he had just been through a major battle. His face revealed cunning, and every wrinkle seemed to tell a story of treachery, giving him the impression of a hypocrite.

Iliphis his subordinates left did he coldly say:

"I remember unilaterally severing our cooperation. What, your priests still don't hate me? Why are you coming after me again?"

"That's not how it works, Iliphis."

The old man scratched his head, and his skin cracked open, revealing protruding hard horns. His identity was self-evident—he was a demon!

"Priest Kagumala certainly holds a grudge against you, but I'm here on behalf of the other priests to discuss cooperation."

"Who?"

"Lady Ounuo La, you may not have heard of her name, but she is the most outstanding priestess in recent years, and her future achievements are limitless."

"Ha, in the future."

Iliphis sat back down in his chair and casually tossed a cushion to the old man.

"This is Lady Ounuo La's sincerity, and I believe you will not refuse it."

The old man suddenly opened his stomach and took out something wrapped in mucous membrane. The moment he tore the membrane, the thing that was originally only the size of a palm instantly turned into a basket half the height of a person.

The basket was completely full of red Fallen Devil Egg!

"This is a newly cultivated Fallen Devil Egg, and its effects are far superior to the outdated ones you have."

Iliphis swiftly grabbed one and infused it with magic, but this so-called improved version still had no effect on him. The expectant look on his face faded, replaced by a look of utter boredom. "I still have plenty in stock, and there are very few places where I can use it in the future. This kind of thing has no appeal to me."

"Hehe, what about this one?"

The old man solemnly took out a box, and when he opened it, inside was a Fallen Devil Egg that flowed with an eerie dark green color.

When he saw this thing, Iliphis was startled; he felt as if the other party was calling to him.

"Higher quality Fallen Devil Egg can grant the user at least the power of Demon King Bloodline. Even Lady Ounuo La only has two. Isn't our sincerity enough?"

Iliphis desire, and he was about to say something.

"Beep beep beep"

The knocking came again, and Sally's voice came through, "Captain, it's time for lunch. We'll be meeting the Princess this afternoon."

"I'm busy, just send any adventurer to go with her!"

Iliphis immediately used his Unique Talent. Sally outside was stunned for a moment, a red light flashed in his eyes, and he obeyed the order and left.

Disrupted by this, his initial excitement subsided, and he asked:

"What is your purpose in offering such valuable assets?"

"Hehe, that's a good question."

The old man revealed a cunning smile and said:

"I have no idea."

"?"

Iliphis slowly typed out a question mark.

The old man shrugged and said helplessly:

"I really didn't know that the letter written by Lady Ounuo La herself was on another compatriot. She still doesn't quite trust me. Actually, I had more than a dozen compatriots with me this time."

"What about the others?" Iliphis asked curiously.

"He was killed."

Iliphis's expression grew even stranger. Killed? Was he exposed and killed by the kingdom's guards, or...?

The old man said indignantly:

"We were just walking down the street that day, and we were suddenly surrounded by a group of humans riding wolves!"

"Those guys attacked us as soon as they saw us, without giving us any time to negotiate. You've never seen anything like it, but those people started howling like wolves while they were fighting. They were even more werewolf-like than werewolves. I've never seen any humans like that in all my years of life!"

"And they also enjoy torture and killing! I personally witnessed a bastard crush my fellow countrymen into a ball of flesh, and even had some of my fellow countrymen's bodies turned inside out! How could you humans come up with such disgusting methods?"

Iliphis covered his face, speechless. He had guessed who the organization that had ambushed the old man was.

Who else but the Farron Guard could be?

It turns out that the Farron Guard had gotten into a fight with the old man and his men while on a business trip not long ago!

"Then why did you come to me if you don't know what your master wants?" Iliphis's expression was about to break down.

"Don't worry, the compatriots who carried the letter have successfully escaped. We split into two groups to avoid pursuit."

The old man's expression suggested he had victory in his grasp, and he said:

"We agreed to meet in the Leyndell. Although this is his first time in the human world, I told him the route. He should be here soon, and then we will know what Lady Ounuo La's requirements are!"

At the same time.

Somewhere in the scorching desert, the old man's compatriot was walking right here, a seemingly simple-minded young man.

He saw the majestic city ahead and was overjoyed, so he quickly ran towards it.

"We've finally arrived! A huge city, this must be the place my compatriots were talking about."

Upon entering the majestic city, he found a patrolling guard and asked, "Hello, could you tell me where the Light Eagle Legion's headquarters are?"

The guards, whose armor was adorned with dragon patterns, exchanged glances and asked, "What do you want with the Light Eagle Legion?"

"What's it to you? I have my own things to do."

"Of course they are related."

The guard waved his hand and shouted:

"Arresting this spy from an enemy country, and then coming all the way to the Imperial Capital to question the Light Eagle Legion? Are they crazy?!"

The young demon, surrounded by guards, was momentarily stunned and asked, "Isn't the Light Eagle Legion your country's great hero?"

"A great hero? He should be a mortal enemy!"

The guard slapped him.

"They are the enemies of our Warrior Country!"