Chapter 653: Chapter 72: The Players’ New Life Chapter 653: Chapter 72: The Players’ New Life “Who would have thought, just by taking on a random quest, I’d rake in so much experience—it’s like a pie fell from the sky!”
“Ha ha ha, Noodle, let’s go! I’m going to show off in front of Xin Dog for a bit!”
Mantou, with a bulging blood-stained sack containing the head of a Frost Giant strapped to his back, stood up triumphantly on the back of the Bipedal Wyvern.
“Ao—”
The Bipedal Wyvern seed to feel its master’s excitent; it stretched its neck, raised its head, and let out a satisfying roar.
Now, as a Dragonblood Viscount of the Empire, there’s an old saying: “When one man gains the Way, even his pets ascend to heaven”—and that certainly applied to the Bipedal Wyvern as well.
Now Noodle was over seven ters long, and even though his neck was still as slender as noodles, it was covered with hard, thick Dragon Scales. His physique had also beco much more robust.
In short, after many instances of Bloodline Gifts, Noodle had beco much more “Red Dragonified,” or perhaps “ancestrally returned.”
However, due to its oversized body, Mantou always felt a bit uncomfortable riding the Wyvern and was considering purchasing a saddle with seating.
“Swoosh—”
The Bipedal Wyvern spread its wings, the tips slicing through the air with an ear-piercing screech, and in this manner, carried its rider towards the City of Isdalia.
The warehouse of the Frost Giants’ rebellion was just in the suburbs, no more than a dozen kiloters away. It didn’t take Mantou long to get to the city gate.
Mantou accepted the quest from the Empire’s ergency affair reward spot, which was a fair distance from the Red Scale Guard Station.
Thus, he did not choose to land at the Guard Station’s “Dragon Landing Square,” but flew directly to the southern gate of Isdalia.
The southern gate is known as the most magnificent gate of the Ashen Empire, combining defense and aesthetics in one, and also serves as the face of the capital, Isdalia.
Even with the Empire’s engineering team, which included many seasoned construction workers and Spellcasters proficient in Earth Elent Shaping Magic, it took several months to complete.
The gate was dozens of ters high, with the Ashen Empire’s flag flying atop. It also had a series of fierce stone Wyvern heads jutting out—rumor had it that these Wyvern mouths could fire powerful Blooming Bullets capable of turning any invaders into ashes.
The Tiefling Guards, clad in impressive armor and wielding shiny rifles, stood guard atop the walls, unflinching in rain or shine after rigorous training.
And on those towering pillars, real Bipedal Wyverns perched, ready to soar into the sky at a mont’s notice to et approaching enemies.
In the face of such a formation, even the bravest Warriors would inevitably feel fear; many spies had exposed themselves right at the gates, being captured on the spot by the Guards.
“Please, citizens, queue in an orderly fashion and do not crowd!”
“Imperial Citizens, please mind your behavior, for His Majesty Cassius watches over you at all tis!”
Through the loudspeakers atop the walls ca the impassioned voice of the Tiefling Guard Captain.
In front of the imposing gate, dozens of ters high, the crowd sward and buzzed with noise but ford orderly lines, displaying organized chaos.
“Things have been really busy recently; we just took on a bunch of jobs in the suburbs.”
“Tell about it.”
“Those Important Figures say there’s going to be a war again!”
“War is good! With His Majesty Cassius’s protection, the Empire will never lose.
Whenever a war starts, the factory’s orders pour in like snowflakes, and everywhere is hiring. There’s no worry about making money.”
“Exactly, the tavern my family owns too. When those wealthy soldiers co back from their victories, it’s a full house every day.”
“Ha ha ha ha, I hope the Empire gets into a few more wars, never ending.”
Hundreds of citizens entering and leaving the city, rchant caravans forming long lines, and the Tiefling Guards ard to the teeth were conducting routine checks.
However, the Tiefling Guards’ inspections were fast, and their Actions extrely adept.
“Beep—”
“Safe, entry permitted.”
With the sounds of the emotionless machines, the Imperial People continued to enter the city one after another.
The Tiefling Guards simply swept over them with a magic scanner developed by the Departnt of Technology, glanced at their ID, and allowed them to enter the city.
However, as the “Honorable Dragon Blood Viscount,” Mantou naturally did not need to go through this process.
“Ao~”
Noodle circled in the air, greeted his kin on the stone pillars, and then slowly flapped its wings, preparing to descend on the open ground outside the city.
The whipping winds from the Wyvern’s wings stirred up gusts of dust and made quite a commotion, drawing the attention of the onlookers, who gasped in admiration.
“Look, he’s riding a Wyvern!”
“It’s the Red Scale Conqueror!”
“To be able to ta a Wyvern, they say every Red Scale Conqueror is Kin to His Majesty Cassius, how impressive!”
“I wanted to try it out before, but the trials in Wyvern Valley are just… too dangerous.”
“Wait—look at the dal on the chest of that Knight, he is a Dragonblood Noble! And a Viscount!”
Amidst the people’s exclamations, the Bipedal Wyvern thudded to the ground, and Mantou, quite pleased with himself, dismounted from the Wyvern’s back, posing grandly as a Knight.
“Good day, Viscount Sir!”
“Viscount Sir!”
“The sight of you commanding the Wyvern is unforgettable!”
Many people greeted him with great respect, even those at a distance nodded in salute—a sign of the treatnt towards Dragonblood Nobility within the Empire.
Mantou smiled, waving back at the enthusiastic Imperial Citizens, then took the reins of the Bipedal Wyvern and headed toward the city gates.
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