A few days later.

The Laine Kingdom, Capital Royal City.

Inside His Majesty the King's study.

The room is filled with books, the environment is elegant.

And our His Majesty the King is at this moment pacing back and forth restlessly.

In front of him, there are several people standing, all his trusted nobles and officials.

"Tell me, what on earth is going on? The Holy Envoy has been in that Evil Dragon's city for several days now, yet there's no news at all! This isn't right! It's very wrong!

According to reason, the journey should be just a day's time."

His Majesty the King's eyebrows are furrowed into an eight shape, his face sullen.

"Your Majesty, forgive my bluntness, the Holy Envoy might have already..."

A nobleman said in a low voice, but the last few words were left unsaid, though everyone present understood the meaning.

"If... if the Holy Envoy really lost to that Evil Dragon, what does that signify?"

The King felt his heart and liver trembling a bit.

"It signifies that this Evil Dragon's strength isn't an ordinary legend, even our Kingdom's Sword Saint would not be a match.

And the Saint of Magic... according to the agreement, he indeed wouldn't take long to return from the Other Plane.

But, everyone should be aware of the dangers of Other Plane travels, right? Reviewing the history of our Kingdom and the other two countries,

there have been several Legendary Mages, but none could continuously appear in the public eye!

Other Plane travel is too dangerous!

This is not only a matter of life and death danger but also cultural! Perhaps many Legendary Mages, when facing such novel worlds and interacting with their individuals, cultures, would be attracted, and forget the Kingdom's previous commitments.

More importantly, if Legendary Mages gain too much power in the Other Plane, they might be repelled when returning to our Ayo Continent.

Everything tells us that we can't put all our hopes on the Legendary Mages."

"Then what should we do? If Saint of Magic doesn't return, we're afraid there's nothing we can do about that Evil Dragon! Moreover, the Holy Envoy died here with us.

If the Central Continent blames us..."

His Majesty the King said, covering his head, feeling somewhat headache.

"Your Majesty! Regarding the Holy Envoy, we can only express our mourning.

I believe Her Highness the Dawn Sun is not unreasonable, and perhaps it won't be long before someone is sent again from Dawn Sun Divine Hall, I think the Divine Hall won't let this Evil Dragon off!"

"What you say makes some sense, it seems we can only wait patiently!"

............

Mien City.

It's been several days since the death ultimatum was issued by Land.

At this moment, in the garden beside the castle.

Marquis Mien is in the reception hall with a group of scantily clad women, celebrating heartily.

The entire reception hall's table is filled with various delicious food.

His mouth open, a beauty continuously feeds him as he enjoys himself immensely.

But just at this moment.

Bang!!

The door was harshly kicked open, a richly-dressed middle-aged noblewoman stormed in, casting a fierce stare at everyone present.

A group of scantily clad women shivered in fright, quickly huddling behind Marquis Mien.

"Mother! What are you doing? Can't you see I'm celebrating?"

"You scoundrel! All you do is celebrate every day! Hold banquets! A month ago, you celebrated the dog's birthday.

Twenty-eight days ago, you celebrated your hair growing an inch longer! Twenty-five days ago, you celebrated with a chain fart!

What are you celebrating today?"

Mien's mother questioned angrily.

"Hahahaha! This time, of course, I'm celebrating that damned Evil Dragon is dead! Look, it's been a few days already!

Previously, he issued me a death ultimatum! Made me scared to death! But now? Hahahaha!

I'm still alive and well! I'm still embracing beauties, drinking fine wine, and eating roast meat.

And that Evil Dragon? It's dead! The Holy Envoy took action! That Evil Dragon is dead!

Dared to threaten me? Now probably can't even find its body, dismembered! Skinned! Blood taken, I bet! Hahahaha!"

The young Marquis Mien couldn't help but laugh as he spoke.

Thinking back to how he used to be frightened by that Evil Dragon, waking up startled from his dreams several times!

Now thinking about it, it's really a bit embarrassing.

"Get out, you sluts!" Mien's mother glared, making all the beauties leave, then she spoke fiercely:

"You fool! I just got news from the Royal Capital! The Holy Envoy might already be dead! And that Evil Dragon is still alive!"

"!!"

Instantly, Marquis Mien's eyes widened, his body trembled, unable to stand, collapsing to the ground:

"No, no no no... still alive? That's impossible!"

He screamed.

"Quickly get up! If you don't want to die! Pack your things! Hide in another city!" Mien's mother said.

"Hide? You want me to hide? Then I'll have nothing left? My territory! My status! My Gold Talers!

You want me to hand everything over to that damned brat I haven't seen in decades? What a joke!"

Marquis Mien was furious, couldn't help but roar.

"Then just wait for death! That Evil Dragon will surely capture you, then break your limbs, and hand you over to that brat to deal with!"

"Then... can't we surrender first? If that brat can be a dog for that Evil Dragon, why can't I? Yes! Hahahaha! As long as I also acknowledge the Evil Dragon as my master!

How can that brat beat me then!"

Marquis Mien seemed to have discovered something incredible and started laughing with joy.

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