She spoke the language of Vagrian. King Ghidorah couldn't understand it. He discovered a problem - he couldn't understand what these people were talking about. This was the language of Vagrian, not the lingua franca of the Karelia Empire.
In Karelia, he can understand what Nuoyaji are saying through the language translation module of the Black Owl clone.
Those translation modules were entered in advance by the guy Apekus, and include all mainstream languages and dialects on the mainland. But the language of Vagrian is not in that database.
But it doesn't matter.
King Ghidorah spreads his telepathy, instead of speaking, he projects his consciousness directly into the consciousness of the other party. There is no need for translation or explanation, and the other party will directly "feel" what he wants to convey.
"Emperor? You mean, that red dragon?" King Ghidorah's telepathy suddenly appeared in Sangis's mind. It was not a sound, not a word, but an experience more like "knowing".
She didn't need to listen or read, the information appeared directly in her consciousness, as if it had always been there, but she hadn't noticed it before.
Sangis's body trembled slightly. It wasn't fear, it was the shock of hearing a pronunciation method that he had never heard before.
She quickly calmed down, lowered her head, and replied, "Yes. That is the original ruler of the empire - His Majesty Valerirus."
"Empire?" King Ghidorah's telepathy was filled with a hint of surprise, "How big is your empire?"
Sangis was stunned for a moment. She thought that this golden dragon already knew something about this country before breaking into the palace.
But when he asked "How big is the empire?" his tone didn't sound like a test, but more like he was asking about a brand new thing that he didn't understand at all. He barged in without knowing anything.
He didn't even know how many cities there were in the country, so he flew the emperor away and occupied the palace.
Sangis felt her temples beating, but she did not let this emotion show on her face. She took a deep breath and began to tell the history of this country.
"About a thousand years ago, His Majesty Valerirus came here with his family. This was originally a small, nameless country that didn't even have a name on the mainland.
The reason why Valerirus came here was because of a treasure that that small country had guarded for generations. "Sangis's voice was steady and neither fast nor slow, as if he was reading a text that had been recited many times."
"In return for collecting the treasure, Valerirus will make a promise to this country - not to slaughter, not to plunder, and not to turn this place into scorched earth."
She paused, "He did not break his promise. He ruled the country and continued to expand, forming the vast empire it is today.
The territory continued to expand, forming the current empire that spans mountains and plains, has more than 50 cities, and has a population of more than 13 million."
King Ghidorah Listening, the three heads turned slightly, and there was no emotion visible in the golden vertical pupils.
"Wait, so this is really a country?" King Ghidorah was a little surprised.
He originally thought it was a relatively large dragon's nest, with a castle, treasures, and a giant dragon that lorded over the mountain. It was a standard fantasy villain configuration. He would break in, drive the dragon away, take over the treasure, and make the castle his own.
A nest, nothing more. But there is a city, a population, a history, a management team, and an administrative system that has been passed down for thousands of years.
The Dragon's Nest is just this palace, and outside the palace there is an empire with 13 million people, more than 50 cities, and an unknown number of kilometers across.
"Then..." His three heads were raised slightly at the same time, and his golden vertical pupils swept across the dome of the hall, the tapestries, the windows in the distance, and the shadow-covered city outside the window.
"Should his name be Emperor King Ghidorah now? Or Emperor King Ghidorah."
Oh, not bad. He has changed from a monster to an emperor, from an invader to a ruler.
Although the process was so fast that he didn't have time to figure out whether he wanted to be the emperor or not, the title "Emperor" sounded more imposing than "King of the Monsters" and was more suitable to be printed on letterhead and engraved on the palace gate.
"Oh haha. Not bad." King Ghidorah said, with a hint of surprise in his tone that "this is kind of interesting."
"So, tell me the specific number of people in your country."
Sangis breathed a sigh of relief.
She did not answer in a hurry, but mentally confirmed the latest statistics.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Sangis said. This title came out of her mouth very naturally, so natural that even she felt strange.
She has worked for Red Dragon Emperor for many years and has to say "Your Majesty" dozens of times every day. This word has changed from "a respectful title for the ruler" to a modal particle with no practical meaning. It has such inertia that it can be blurted out without using the brain.
Only this time, the person referred to after "Your Majesty" has changed.
"The current registered population of the empire is approximately 13.4 million, distributed in 53 major cities and hundreds of villages and towns. Among them, the capital Valerilus City has the largest population, approximately 1.2 million.
Industrial cities in the east and agricultural cities in the north have the second largest population, while cities on the southern border have smaller populations.
The unregistered population - homeless people, people without household registration, and aliens who do not want to be counted - is estimated to be in the hundreds of thousands, but the specific number is difficult to estimate." Sangis gave a concise answer.
King Ghidorah nodded, not out of satisfaction, but out of hearing. "How many dragons are there?"
Sangis's eyelashes trembled slightly. "Including Your Majesty Valerirus - there are about sixty-seven." She answered carefully.
Sixty-seven dragons, this is the core military force of the empire. In the more than a thousand years that Red Dragon Emperor has ruled this country, no external force dared to invade, not because of how strong the empire's army is, not because of how high the empire's walls are, but because of these giant dragons.
Any army is a pile of flesh that will flee in front of Dragon Breath. Any city wall is a barrier that will crumble in front of Dragon Wing.
This country's ability to survive in the cracks between great powers and maintain its independence among empires and kingdoms depends not on the ingenuity of diplomats and the wealth of merchants, but on the dragons.
This number was smaller than she expected because the population of Dragons had not grown significantly over the past thousand years.
The reproduction speed of dragonborn is very slow, and the reproduction speed of dragons is even slower. Some dragons have no heirs in their lifetime.
Sixty-seven dragons may sound like a lot for an empire, but scattered over a vast territory, they are actually very few.
"So many?" King Ghidorah muttered in his heart. Didn't that guy Apekus say that he almost killed all Dragons?
That guy said that he completely wiped out the ancient Dragons during the great purge, and not a single one was left.
Why are there sixty or seventy articles popping up now? King Ghidorah thought about it and decided to ask him the next time I see him, how does he define "complete extinction"?
In fact, when Apekus said "extinction", he was referring to the pure-blood dragons of his era. But in the eyes of Apekus, the dragons of this era are probably not even "leftovers", but "leftover rice cakes".
The bloodline is so thin that it cannot be defeated again and again, and cannot reproduce again and again. It is really no different from being extinct.
"So, who are you?" King Ghidorah's eyes fell on Sangis again, looking at him from head to toe. "This is Sangis, Valerirus, His Majesty's minister, envoy, and palace Administrator." Sangis bowed slightly.
King Ghidorah tilted the middle head. "So, you understand the things here very well?"
Sangis was silent for a moment. "That's right. I will handle the usual documents more or less, and major events will be reviewed by His Majesty Valerirus."
"Okay." King Ghidorah's telepathy had a casualness of "Then it's up to you."
"Then, you are now my subordinate. You will continue to manage this palace." He paused, "Well, are there any documents? Bring some to me and take a look."
Now that he has become the "emperor", he should do the things of an emperor. Not because he wants to govern the country, not because he wants to serve the people, but because of curiosity.
He has played many simulation business games in his previous life, from "Civilization" to "Cities: Skylines", from "SimCity" to "Tropico".
He likes the process of starting from scratch, building bit by bit, and expanding bit by bit. He likes to see the impact of his decisions, to see the city getting bigger, the population increasing, and science and technology progressing.
Of course, those are all games and can be completed with just a click of the mouse. Governance in reality cannot be that simple, but he doesn't really want to govern. He just wants to see what the country's documents look like and what the emperor reads every day.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Sangis's voice was steady, but the stone in her heart finally fell halfway. He would not kill them, at least not now.
She survived, and so did others. The new ruler left behind the old management team, which was the best outcome in a regime change. Her experience, knowledge, and connections all became chips for her survival at this moment.
"Your Majesty, the documents are stored in the archives on the second floor. I'll go get them right away." Sangis turned around and nodded slightly to the waiters behind him.
Then she took steps and walked towards the stairs. Her long red skirt trailed behind her, and the hem of her skirt swept across the stone floor, making a slight rustling sound.
The waiters behind him were still stunned. Some had their mouths open, some were staring, and some were still squatting without standing up. "Everyone, get up."
Sangis didn't look back, and his voice was not loud, but it was heard very far in the empty hall. The waiters just woke up from a dream, and helped each other to stand up. Some people's legs were still weak, so they held on to the pillars to stand firm.
Sangis walked up the stairs, and the red figure disappeared into the shadows on the second floor.