Crow and Alpaca (Crossed Out) Reynold, Part Two

I looked down and saw that it was also a white dragon. Its dragon form seemed strangely familiar, so I frowned and turned the page. Sure enough, when this guy transformed into human form, he looked exactly like Xuefeng!

"His name is Xuesang, Xuefeng's twin brother, hatched from the same egg." Crow's voice suddenly came from the communicator on Goliath Raven's chest. "Dragons have a custom of giving their young names to those of their predecessors. They believe that in this way, the noble qualities of their ancestors will be inherited by their descendants. The names Xuesang and Xuefeng are quite famous. In the history of the dragon race, Xuesang was once a Holy Dragon, and Xuefeng was the contract partner of the then Dragon Empress Weila. Perhaps it is because of this shared name connection that our current Xuesang feels he should be the Dragon King."

Um... that's hilarious. That's not right. By that logic, my first teacher is now a cake chef running a dessert shop. According to the common saying of master-apprentice succession or son inheriting his father's business, should I disband Damala and his group and then go and inherit the cake shop?

Goliath further explained the intricacies of human relationships in the Holy Dragon Empire to me, "In short, there are many more. After accumulating them, the Dragon Court made the highest judgment on him—stripping him of his identity and surname. This is similar to the custom of the Elven race. They don't execute their own kind, but the highest punishment is worse than death for a normal member of their race—they are no longer recognized by their kind, and even after death, their souls will not be accepted. Thus, this Xuesang lost his dragon identity and was treated as an international serious criminal, sent to the Temple of Light for processing. The Temple didn't have a suitable prison for dragons, so they set up a cell in the basement of the Federation Central Prison."

Underground, as Ms. Crow mentioned before, the destruction of the underground Northern Cross Barrier energy node was also an underground explosion, so --

"He ran away?" I asked.

"Yes." Ms. Crow's face was as pale as the gloomy sky during a downpour. "The report said two prisoners escaped, but I didn't take it seriously. I thought they couldn't even get out of their cells. Turns out it was a serious offender like Xuesang who escaped. The prosecutor who gave me the report must be out of his mind."

With that, Ms. Crow switched back to her Mourner mode and roared, "If this guy runs off and takes revenge on society, you bunch of lazy idiots, just you wait! If he takes revenge on society, I'll take revenge on you!"

Thump...

--Reynold fainted.

Forehead...

Isn't this karma? Reynold always berates his secretary until she cries, and I heard that she fainted a few times from fright. As a result, he faints every few days, either because he's scared by me, or because he's being tortured by kidnappers, or because he's been cursed by sorcerers and is now so weak.

Fortunately, Luolan was nearby. Reynold was only unconscious for two minutes before quickly regaining consciousness, leaning against the table, trembling.

Hmm, Ms. Crow is so gentle with Reynold. She touched Reynold's forehead, checked his temperature, handed him a glass of water, patted his back, and said very considerately, "Okay, okay, don't be afraid, sweetie, drink some water and catch your breath, it'll be alright."

Reynold shakily picked up his glass, spilling the drink all over his clothes, which Lady Crow kindly wiped clean for him.

It seems Reynold has found a great partner.

Then, Lady Crow reverted from her gentle wife role to that of a cold and authoritative warden, calmly ordering. "Strengthen security at the Federation Prison, notify the Magitech Corps to increase patrols throughout the city, deploy all early warning aircraft in groups for patrols, Shield of the New Star pursue the escaped dragon prisoners!"

"Oh, so Lady Crow's rank is higher than Lusien's," Lusien said, standing at attention and bowing respectfully. "Your subordinate will do his utmost!"

Should I also bow? I seem to be Lusien's subordinate now, belonging to the Shield of the New Star?

Lady Crow seemed to have figured out my intention and hurriedly said to me, "You two are not under my jurisdiction. The Marshal of the Magitech Corps will tell you what he needs your help with in a little while."

Mel and I nodded, but to be honest, we couldn't be of much help. I was waiting for news from Damala's side—I had arranged for the banshee and Damala to go together to investigate the whereabouts of my teacher's belongings. They were both from the same era as my teacher and were very familiar with his Magic Power and spiritual power. After all, for them, who were sealed away, time seemed to have passed without them. Twice, when I was conducting experiments, the banshee would push open the door and start her sweet talk before realizing, in a daze, that I wasn't my teacher.

So I assigned them this task, and they were all highly motivated, even more so than when they went out to buy dresses.

Damala suddenly asked me through telepathy, "Master Xipei, after capturing him, can he be executed?"

Um, can you please stop thinking about execution all the time? Didn't you say you were a female general in life? Why do I feel like you were an executioner in your past life?

So I sternly refused. "You can't kill them, that would be too wasteful! My apprentices have only just begun learning the basics of human anatomy and need a lot of experimental equipment. You must always remember that this is modern society. You can't just dig up graves or tie someone up on the street and throw them into the lab. All experimental materials must be of clean origin and used without any worries."

Besides, buying medical corpses is too expensive; it's better to use banshees instead, even though they're dead, they don't cost any money!

"I'm sorry, please forgive me," Damala said apologetically. "I've wasted so much experimental material. I found a camp in the hills outside the city, and there were many of those strange things that I brought back, each only half human. Because I was so angry, I couldn't control my emotions and disassembled them into parts."

So, is this a case of getting on the train first, buying a ticket later, and then submitting a report afterwards?

I reassured her somewhat helplessly, "Just be careful. Wasting money isn't a big deal, but if a reporter follows you and takes pictures secretly, that would be terrible. Who knows what kind of strange reports they'll write?"

"Reporters? You mean those people who carry backpacks, can fly but have little fighting ability, wield strange gadgets, and whose only advantage is their speed?" Damala asked. "They've been following us... I ignored them since they weren't enemies. Master, should we silence them?"

"No!" I quickly stopped her and immediately began to give Damala a lesson in modern law, including the fact that killing someone casually is a crime that can lead to imprisonment or even execution... well, the kind of common sense that even a three-year-old in modern society should know.

"Well... this thing that's half human and half strange prop, can we kill it?" Damala asked hesitantly.

... You've already killed so many, I felt even more helpless. I added to Damala's explanation, telling her that self-defense allows one to retaliate and kill bad guys, and that we are no longer ordinary citizens, but rather soldiers of the Federation, who of course have the right to kill invaders.

Damala was excited. "You're a general now?"

Uh... no, that's really not it...

"Master Xipei, I've discovered the sorcerer!" Damala suddenly said to me. "What part of him do you wish to preserve?"

"It would be best if you brought it to me in its entirety," I said. "The more complete the experimental equipment, the more practice I'll have, and the more solid my knowledge will be."

"Yes, Master!"

Chapter 107 The Crow and the Alpaca (crossed out) Reynold II

My name is Pine Mist Angela. We druids put our surnames first, so that every time we introduce ourselves, the kind housewife behind the door will know that we are the ones who can help her cows produce milk.

However, when I was still an apprentice, I went to milk cows in the next village. Because I was in a hurry and the weather was cold, I turned into a giant bear. Unfortunately, when I arrived, there was no farmer to greet me warmly, only the farmer's whole family screaming at the top of their lungs.

... I'm angry! You know I don't like milking cows in the first place!

My teacher later took me back to the cult from the sheriff (if I hadn't transformed back into a human in time, I would have ended up at the zoo), and earnestly lectured me. "Angela, you're a girl, can you not be so rude, giant bear? Praise nature, can't you just transform into a gentle, beautiful, and sweet little bird with a clear voice?"