As expected, he was not disappointed. The energy surged around, and several figures appeared on the chair.
There were noticeably more people here compared to last ti.
Except for a few key positions and the Dragon Envoys on missions outside, everyone else was present.
"Please tell , where exactly did my brother Emil go on his mission?"
Ares asked in a deep voice.
"Your information is accurate, but we are also investigating, and specific details cannot be disclosed to you yet."
Soone replied.
"Please tell everything." Ares requested again.
"The position of the Dragon Envoy cannot remain vacant, since Emil is already dead, why not let his younger brother take over, which would also facilitate the next step of the investigation."
Soone suggested.
"Rules are rules."
"The Silver Dragon Clan always has a fixed seat for the Dragon Envoy, but it’s not arbitrarily assigned."
"Selection and recomndation within the clan, then it’s followed by our observation."
"Even if it’s just a formality, at least it proves that the Silver Dragon Clan is qualified to retain this seat."
As soon as the words were spoken, many nodded in agreent.
But Ares’s face turned somber.
He is the Dragon King, and no one in the clan can compete with him. As long as the other Dragon Envoys acknowledge his identity, he can bypass the cumberso process and directly beco the Dragon Saint.
But now...
Emil had just died, and the entire race was imrsed in sorrow. His rash ntion seed sowhat hasty.
This is like the old King just died, and the new King, instead of holding a funeral for the old King, is busy crowning himself.
The procedure is fine, but the sequence is greatly flawed.
"Alright."
Ares nodded, "I will initiate the selection ritual as soon as possible. Only by becoming the Dragon Envoy at the earliest can I receive news about Emil and find out the truth behind his death."
Ares answered in a somber voice.
With that, he proactively cut off the connection.
The figures on the high chair wavered, "I do not like him, just like many years ago."
Soone said.
"Sa here."
"But according to the rules, we can’t reject the sa person twice either."
"Perhaps next ti, Ares will beco one of us."
"Heh... If that’s the case, then I have one less reason to attend this boring eting."
"Moreover, Emil’s death indeed warrants our investigation, he was a Second Ring Dragon Sorcerer, and only those guys could kill him."
The voice was low, gradually fading into the void.
Without recognition, even though Ares had attended a few etings, he couldn’t see anyone’s appearance or figure clearly.
...
Kenneth wearily opened his eyes, a tide of intense pain surged, he even suspected soone had stripped his Dragon Scale, drained every drop of Dragon Blood.
The first thing he did upon awakening was not to check his injuries but to lift his head and look around, searching for another figure.
"Mr. Roger... Mr. Roger?"
Not finding that familiar figure, Kenneth’s heart suddenly sank.
In the last monts of entering this world, Kenneth’s power was almost exhausted, and he was on the verge of unconsciousness.
He only rembered exerting all his strength, and everything else was forgotten after the collision.
"Lord Silver Dragon, are you awake?"
A gentle voice ca, Kenneth looked towards it, and in the air, specks of light gathered together, then ford a beautiful woman with butterfly wings and a graceful figure.
"Where is this?"
"Reporting, sir, this is Bisal, the holand of Dragon Spirits, you entered here through violent ans, and we found you afterwards."
The voice was soft, and the woman’s skin was nearly transparent, her presence flickered as she spoke.
She had a slender figure, with snail-like antennae on her head, which moved as she spoke, even changing color.
"Where are the others, the person who was with ?"
Kenneth quickly determined his location, sighed with relief, and imdiately asked.
"Another person?"
The Dragon Spirit thought for a mont, "You an that hunk of tal... At first, we also thought it was an adult in armor, but there was no life signal inside the closed armor, it was just a hunk of tal, not a living person."
"If you an him, we can help you retrieve it."
"What?"
Kenneth’s expression changed, from the information Emil left, he knew Roger’s soul had suffered a heavy blow.
During the long drift, he was aware of the passage of ti, injuries without treatnt would affect the body.
"Take to see him, imdiately!"
"As you wish."
The dragon spirit’s antennae emitted light, its body trembling slightly. When Kenneth ca to his senses, he found himself in a palace enveloped by plants.
It was not a palace in the traditional sense.
Rock trees, vine flowers, herbs.
Everything grew harmoniously together.
This was nature’s craftsmanship.
"We advocate nature, this place may seem simple, but it represents our respect for you."
"Without the Silver Dragon Clan’s protection, we wouldn’t have our peaceful present. I am the dragon spirit Sarasa..."
Ignoring the dragon spirit’s narration, Kenneth focused on the silhouette standing on the stone platform.
He quickened his pace, briefly investigating before his heart sank completely.
Cold.
As if the armor contained a corpse.
"How could this happen?"
"Did I still fail?"
Just then, a commotion erupted not far away. Accompanied by deafening roars, several figures appeared from afar.
Seeing the person leading them, a hint of surprise flashed on Kenneth’s face.
"Patrick, why are you here?"
"Oh God, you’re too seriously injured!" exclaid Patrick mournfully before approaching.
"My brother, where did you go?"
"Where is Father?"
"What about the others with you?"
Patrick inquired.
"Uncle Emil sacrificed himself. We fell into Heinris’s ambush and were stranded in a world for countless years."
"Except for ... everyone else died!"
Kenneth’s face showed imnse sorrow.
All the pride he had pretended crumbled completely.
"What?!"
"Impossible!"
"Father was so powerful! How could he die? You’re lying!" Patrick stepped forward, grabbing Kenneth’s shoulders like iron pincers.
Kenneth cried out in pain, his face turning pale instantly, with fresh blood even oozing from the parts held by Patrick.
Yet Patrick showed no signs of letting go, shaking Kenneth’s body frantically, his roars echoing.
Kenneth stood there, enduring it all numbly.
"I wish I were the one who died. If I hadn’t been there, maybe Uncle Emil would have had a chance to escape."
Seemingly aggravated by his injuries, Kenneth spat out several mouthfuls of blood. Only then did Patrick seem to realize sothing.
He slowly let go, "I’m sorry, I got too excited, your wounds..."
"By the way, there’s news soone returned with you."
Moving his gaze, Patrick soon noticed the ornate armor pulsating with a special aura.
"This... This is..."
Kenneth nodded.
"Uncle Emil used the Dragon Body Transformation Skill, and this dragon armor, inheriting most of his powers, is what he left behind..."
Patrick’s breathing quickened, montarily deaf, his attention completely drawn to the armor.
As Emil’s nominal son, undeniably, he would be the sole heir to this powerful dragon armor.
With this armor, once he reached the Fifth Tier, integrating with it would propel him over a huge chasm, making him one of the strongest within the whole Silver Dragon Clan!
With that in mind, Patrick could barely contain his inner urge, instinctively wanting to claim the armor.
"Mine, it’s mine!"
At that mont, Patrick suddenly felt the imnse benefits his identity brought.
"That nominal father of mine wasn’t entirely useless, was he?"
"With it, could I be even stronger than Father?"
But just as Patrick intended to claim the armor destined to be his, Kenneth unexpectedly reached out to block his path.
"Wait a minute, Patrick, I know what you’re thinking."
Kenneth took a deep breath. Even a fool could understand the emotions flickering in Patrick’s eyes.
"But listen to , before death descended, Uncle Emil had already designated the heir for this armor."
"So, you cannot take it."
In Kenneth’s heart, this armor was intended for Roger.
However, these words pierced Patrick’s ntal defenses instantly.
At this mont, he forgot Ares’s admonitions.
His mind filled only with one thought.
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