"50 years, for the Dragon Clan, isn't really a long ti."
At Mount Dragon Peak, it was common for the Dragon Clan to hibernate for decades, simply finding different places to pass the ti.
However, the current situation was not a matter of how much ti there was.
Humans wanted to enslave the Silver Dragons, who held a unique position within the Dragon Clan.
That really took so nerve.
But, what wouldn't these humans dare to do? The Dragon Clan had been slain before.
"You think to enslave , you're delusional..." Ms. Beata roared angrily.
"This isn't enslavent! It's reform through labor. Doesn't your Tribe punish its mbers when they make mistakes?" Fang Hao responded, sitting down on a stone chair nearby.
Ms. Beata stopped talking and turned her head to one side, avoiding looking at him.
At that mont, the neighboring dragon warrior, sowhat weakly, spoke up, "Lord Fang Hao, I can stay and serve you for 100 years, hoping that you will let Ms. Beata go first. She is still a young dragon, and staying here might affect her growth in the future."
Fang Hao looked at him, puzzled.
His body was wrapped in gold, face pointing downward, barely an inch above the ground.
There were visible wounds on the exposed part of his neck.
This was to prevent the Dragon Clan's healing abilities, keeping him in a weakened state.
Honestly, this environnt was actually quite cruel for them.
"You want to trade for her leave?" Fang Hao's gaze shifted to him.
"Yes, Mr. Fang Hao, I believe Ms. Beata will convince the Dragon Clan not to oppose you anymore and to coexist peacefully," the dragon warrior continued.
"No, I don't need that, he promised, and I will not just leave like this," Ms. Beata shouted loudly.
The relationship between these two was previously discussed with 'Spencer.'
The dragon warrior and Beata's relationship resembled that of a 'Protector' in fantasy novels.
That is, they guard the young or those with inadequate abilities, ensuring their safe growth.
"I won't let you go, but you can choose to serve together, each for 50 years, and once the ti is up, you'll be free. You can think about it."
Fang Hao figured he'd make them obey gradually.
After that, he planned to give them so ti to think it over.
Without further discussion, he headed outside.
anwhile, from the depths of the prison, Aerygon's voice erged again.
"Mr. Fang Hao, I am willing to serve you, 50 years, or even 100 years, please let out."
Fang Hao glanced at the depths.
He said, "You have no use like the Dragon Clan."
As his footsteps gradually faded, Aerygon continued pleading, "Mr. Fang Hao, Mr. Fang Hao, let go out and work, I can't always be locked up here, my body isn't like the Dragon Clan's, I can't withstand this environnt."
Fang Hao thought for a mont and said, "If there's sothing suitable, I'll arrange it for you."
"Thank you, thank you!"
...
Leaving the Blood Prison.
Fang Hao went to the Trade Alliance shops and browsed around.
The situation with Ms. Beata and the dragon warrior was still full of uncertainties.
For example, in the absence of an Hero Contract, how could he guarantee their service once released rather than them turning against him with a single Dragon Breath?
Thus, even if he verbally agreed to let them serve the realm.
Even if they agreed, he wouldn't release them until he had a reliable thod of controlling the two.
Saying it beforehand also banked on the fact that Ms. Beata wouldn't agree imdiately.
He let them thoroughly consider the pros and cons.
Staying and working for 50 years, or being imprisoned until death.
They were well aware of which was better.
At the Trade Alliance shop, he talked with Doujin for a while.
Among the goods, there were no items capable of controlling an Orange Hero.
In the end, there was still no good solution.
He returned to the manor.
"Call 'Demitrija,' accompany to Bloody Mountains later," Fang Hao told the guard at the door.
"Yes, my lord."
...
Bloody Mountains, Town of the North.
The Clan Leader's hall had changed its appearance.
The floor was covered with a new carpet; the windows had curtains of good fabric.
Many paintings full of artistic taste hung on the walls.
It was a notch above what it used to be.
The entire Troll Tribe, by trading with the outside world, started to improve.
Regarding profits, they also began introducing foreign goods into the tribe.
On the throne of the Clan Leader.
Troll Clan Leader - Stella, sat above, her face sowhat somber.
Below, sat several strong, large-bodied troll males.
After a brief silence in the hall,
A male troll spoke, "Leader Stella, these are the strongest, most potential males in our tribe. You must choose one as your husband or let them fight to decide the best candidate."
Choosing a husband for the Clan Leader.
This wasn't the first ti this matter was brought up within the trolls.
Stella was a candidate forcefully supported by Fang Hao; inherently a woman with no talent for fighting, despite consuming many potions, she only reached the seventh rank.
For naturally strong trolls, this was just the rank of an ordinary troll.
As the tribe gradually stabilized, although they dared not overthrow Stella, they figured out another thod.
Selecting a husband for Stella, who would then slowly erode her power.
Stella, of course, understood the intentions of these people.
But there was nothing she could do about it.
The several tribes below had obviously conspired together.
The Lord needed soone to manage the Trolls, whether it was her didn't actually matter.
Before Stella could speak, the people below began to press her.
"Clan Leader, if you keep dragging this out, there will be strong objections from below."
"The finest man of the tribe is right here, you eventually need a husband."
"Your age is such that you should already have children."
"You eventually need a strong man."
"I suggest a contest, and the winner becos the husband of the Clan Leader."
One voice after another made Stella's expression increasingly ugly.
Sweat had already appeared on her forehead.
They were forcing her to choose a husband today.
Just as, below, a group of Trolls had privately settled on the matter,
A light screen appeared in the center of the hall.
Two shadowy figures walked out from the light screen.
...
In an instant, the noisy hall suddenly fell silent.
They were not seeing this kind of light screen for the first ti.
Naturally, they knew the Lord had arrived.
Done for, this forced marriage was only halfway through when their backer arrived.
The Trolls imdiately panicked.
"Lord!" the Trolls saluted in unison.
Fang Hao opened his eyes and looked at the Trolls in the hall, "Oh, you're holding a eting, you go on, I'm not in a hurry."
"No, no, just discussing so matters with Clan Leader Stella," a Troll imdiately said.
What a joke, this human Lord had nearly wiped out the entire Bloody Mountain Range.
If he found out they were pressuring Stella to choose a man, who knows, he might just chop them all down.
Another Troll also chid in, "Yes, just so small matters."
Fang Hao curiously glanced at Stella, what's the situation?
Stella, not wanting Fang Hao to know about her lack of authority, directly said, "Alright, you can go back first. I will consider the matter from earlier."
"Yes, Clan Leader," the Trolls saluted, imdiately retreating.
When only a few people remained in the hall,
Stella quickly walked down from the upper throne.
She respectfully saluted, "Lord, Commander Demitrija."
Stella, increasingly unlike a Troll, wore a dark red split-dress and gold ornants of good quality on her neck and wrists.
Such attire made her appear mature and noble.
Additionally, with the Troll's tall stature, she emanated the aura of a 'giant among n.'
Fang Hao nodded, his eyes sweeping over the hall decorations, "Stella, it seems the Trolls have changed quite a bit."
Stella saluted again, gratefully speaking, "We must thank you for your support, Lord. The caravans have brought goods and funds to our tribe."
"Sit down and talk, no need to keep standing."
Stella took a seat beside him and continued asking, "My Lord, is there sothing you've co to instruct this ti?"
[Stella (Troll Seventh Order Warrior)].
Still Seventh Order.
For Trolls, a race naturally far superior in physique to most others,
She is still at the Seventh Order.
This indicates that Stella's talent in combat is very limited, basically hard to improve.
"Nothing particular to instruct, mostly I've brought you so items this ti."
Fang Hao said, taking out the [Chieftain's Crown] and several of the Troll's magic books.
The Chieftain's Crown, worn by leaders of the 'Decayed Trolls,' increased Troll governance by 50%.
It was of no use elsewhere but to give to Stella.
The remaining books, also found in the camp of 'Decayed Trolls,' could only be studied by Trolls.
"These..." Stella hesitated, not reaching out for them.
"Right, can you read? I an, in the Troll's script," Fang Hao asked, seeing her look at the books.
One could hardly find a literate Troll in a hundred miles.
"If it's the Troll script, I can read it."
Fang Hao nodded, saying, "This crown will enhance both your attack power and defense and will increase the governance among Trolls, it's quite suited for you."
He pushed the books forward a bit, "These are the Troll magic books. Your promotion has been too slow, making it hard to command respect among Trolls. Try learning magic during this period; if successful, your strength will greatly improve."
Stella's eyes widened, almost in disbelief at the items before her.
Her heart violently throbbed with each word Fang Hao said.
A crown, magic books.
The situation she faced within the tribe, only she knew.
Increase in governance, and a path for improvent.
Fang Hao had sohow prepared it all for her in advance.
A sour sensation suddenly surged in her heart.
"Thank you, my Lord. Stella's life is yours to command; she will do all she can for you from now on."
With a thud.
Stella knelt again, her forehead pressed against the ground.
[Troll-Stella's Loyalty to you increased by 3 points, current Loyalty 100.]
[Under your command, 'Troll-Stella,' Loyalty reached 100 points, will not be affected by any state of betrayal or provocation.]
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