I just covet their strength

Chapter 43 White Wolf with Empty Gloves

In the Dragon Tower, when the first dim light emerged from the horizon, Westhead, Lesia and Urda were already patrolling their subordinates in the High Garden.

As the assembly order was issued, all the elite dragons from the entire Kepar Plain under [Scorched Wings] gathered together. Every moment, the sound of roaring dragon wings could be heard from the sky above the tower.

When the silver-haired dragon girl walked through the high garden, everyone, whether they were dragons or dragonborn, knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully.

"Your Highness."

"Your honor."

"Your Excellency Leixia"

As we walked along, the sound sounded like cocoon. Westhead saw that Lesia's expression was a little subtle and couldn't help but ask:
"What's wrong? Are you not used to it?"

".It just feels a little strange."

Lesia turned around and said: "In the past, my bloodline would only attract contempt and discrimination. I was a bastard among bastards. I never thought that my bloodline would actually receive such respect."

Westhead: "Because the hierarchy within the Dragon Clan is very clear, the environment is different, and do you care about other people's opinions?"

The silver-haired dragon girl smiled: "Of course not."

Today, Lesia has long had the mentality not to be interfered by the honor and disgrace of the outside world.

Whether it was the Holy Tree of Glory or the Kingdom of Dragons, it no longer mattered to her. She just sighed casually because of the novelty.

Arriving at the conference hall in Highgarden, the dragon executives have gathered. In a country ruled by dragons, the dragon lords of the legendary rank are basically indifferent to the territory. The executives are the real managers and rulers of the territory. .

When Tudor saw Lesia, he stepped forward to salute and handed over a thick stack of lists:

"Your Highness Lesia, the supply list and roster you requested have been compiled. All the resources and troops we can control in the Kepar Plain are on it."

The Dragon Clan is known for its rough management of the territory. Although in later generations it was just simple data statistics that could be completed with one click on the magic network terminal, for the Dragon Clan who are used to being extravagant, being able to complete it overnight is already a big deal. Very hard work.

Lesia gave the list directly to Westhead: "Weiss, come and check it."

"Yes, Master."

Westhead would still disguise himself meticulously in front of the dragon executive. Taking the list from the silver-haired dragon girl, he rummaged through it carefully.

For a moment, the hall was so silent that there was only the sound of turning pages.

"How are the preparations for the blood sacrifice ceremony required by His Highness?"

While flipping through the book, Westhead also talked about a topic he had prepared for a long time:
"The war is imminent. His Highness needs to regain his strength and heal his injuries as soon as possible. It is best to complete it in these few days."

Tudor for what it is:
"We haven't collected the materials yet. A blood sacrifice of this scale requires at least a million mortals. Because Your Excellency wants to mobilize the legion, we haven't had time to arrange slaves. But don't worry, although there are not enough real dragons, such trivial matters can be left to the lower dragonborn."

The dragon executive patted his chest and promised: "In just two weeks, we can gather three to four million slaves and use their flesh and blood and souls to support His Highness!"

"Tsk, two or three weeks? Who are you trying to deal with?!"

Westhead frowned and shouted, "Does Your Highness have to wait for you for so long? If that time was available, the enemies of the Sky Kingdom would have already changed the sky of the Kaipal Plain! Forget about the mortal slaves, and make do with the materials in the treasury first." "But, those are the master's private collections, we have no right to use them. Even if it is... even if it is Your Highness, you should not embezzle the private property of a dragon lord without authorization."

Tudor replied hesitantly, even under Lesia's sharp and stern eyes, he still insisted on his position.

After all, he is a servant of the Scorched Wings. Although he temporarily obeys the orders of the noble man from the Dragon's Mind, in the end he can only be the leader for a short period of time, and the interests of the real master must be safeguarded.

Although the Kingdom of Dragons is all a yamen, the food still has to be eaten from separate pots. Each legendary dragon is like a hill. You are not the ancestor of the gods, why should you touch the treasure house of Scorched Wings casually?
"It's just some materials! So what if they are all evacuated? At worst, I will double the compensation to you, or do you think Her Royal Highness Lesia can't even take out this little possession?!"

Westhead shouted in a voice that was almost a growl, as if he had been greatly insulted.

He was making a poor imitation of Urda, who would instantly switch to this red-warm mode whenever the Qinghui family was insulted.

Urda: "???"

The white-blond girl looked at Westhead with understanding. She always felt that the latter had done something that made her unhappy, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Of course not."

Tudor and other giant dragons bowed their heads one by one and remained silent.

They didn't think Lesia couldn't compensate her, after all, this was the direct blood of the ancestor of the gods! Is the Dragon's Mind Peak comparable to a rural place like Kepar Plain?
He is the real Mr. Jing!
But all dragons are somewhat selfish. It is one thing to have money, but it is another thing to be reluctant to give it.

So they would rather offend Lesia than bear the wrath of Scorched Wings.

Anyway, when dealing with superiors who have no power of life or death over them, they all know how to fool them, just pretend to be mute, and whatever they say is correct.

"You still have doubts and think that I will break my promise, right? In that case, I will just write an IOU."

Seeing this, Lesia and Westhead looked at each other and said lightly.

Then he saw the silver-haired dragon girl taking the contract paper, writing eloquently while raising her head and saying:

"I swear to the Ancestor God [Wings of the Starry Abyss] that I need to appropriate the treasure trove of the Scorch Wings due to an emergency, and all the consumption caused will be doubled in the future!"

"If you violate your oath, let [Wings of the Star Abyss] condemn me!"

In the stunned eyes of all the dragon executives, Lesia threw the contract out gracefully and said:
"Is this enough?"

"Enough, no, you don't have to do this."

Tudor replied incoherently, with a sense of embarrassment that made him laugh or cry. He just didn't want to take the blame. It was like forcing Lesia to write an IOU.

This sin is a bit too much to bear.

Swearing to the gods in the highest heaven is by no means a trivial matter, especially for extraordinary people within the "system", which is directly related to the political career. Even if the gods ignore it, others will ostracize those who violate the oath to death.

Therefore, since ancient times, swearing to heaven has been the most convincing oath, more effective than any mortal law and violence.

(End of this chapter)