Chapter 345: Chapter 226: The Dragon-Chasing Grand Ceremony
Seeing that he couldn’t squeeze any more useful information out of them, David flicked his tail and ordered, "Pack up these long-eared ones for me; I’m keeping them for a reason."
He thought for a moment and then added a reminder, "Better keep them in this state—clear-headed yet obedient. Don’t break them on me."
Damn it, given his understanding of the Drows’ disposition, he was somewhat uneasy, fearing that by the time they reached the Royal Capital, the Elf prisoners in the Drow’s hands would all turn into drooling idiots who could only moan and groan.
"Yes! Your Highness," Naferutali instinctively responded, simultaneously binding the Drow prisoners together and loading them onto the White Dragon Mofei, who had approached, bruised, swollen, and limping.
But she soon felt that something was off.
She was only here to ’seek peace’ to avoid the retribution of this second Red Calamity, so why did she find herself obeying him without question, as if she had directly submitted to him?
Back in the Gloomy Region, when she was struggling and clawing her way up, she had never been this compliant, not even with her own mother.
Yet no sooner had this rebellious thought surfaced than an overwhelming sense of emptiness and Sloth washed over her.
"Ah... it’s been three days since I’ve touched a man... ah, I’m suffering..."
Her hands instinctively reached down in an attempt to alleviate this unbearable craving, only to encounter a hard and cold sensation.
In that moment, a vast sense of Despair almost engulfed all her thoughts.
"Ah... what’s the point of living like this, ah!!!"
The troubled Drow arched her back and frantically rubbed against the White Dragon, trying to find even a sliver of solace.
Mofei immediately let out an injured shriek: "Stop! Stop it! Boss, get this crazy woman to stop! She’s nearly flayed a layer of scales off my back!"
"..." Watching her fall into a frenzy and lose her wits after just three days of abstinence, David was also shocked.
After weighing the pros and cons, he fished out a key carved with a miniature Magic Enigma Lock from his scales and tossed it in front of the Drow. "Ten minutes—sort yourself out. We leave in ten minutes sharp."
The famous Druid Treant once said, "If you don’t explode in silence, you go crazy in silence."
To prevent this Drow from falling into utter, uncontrollable madness, David decided to switch from a ten-year punishment mode to a reward mode, which seemed more conducive to controlling this Drow, who appeared to be somewhat of a nymphomaniac.
"Thank you for your grace and mercy, Your Highness!!!"
In the moment she picked up the key and inserted it into the lock, all the creatures present witnessed for the first time what could truly be called opening the floodgates.
The Drow seemed to understand that David disliked her engaging with any of his followers, probably fearing that his own followers would be corrupted by her in this manner. To save precious time, she refrained from futile attempts to ’flirt’ and instead turned and dashed into the dense forest.
Before long, from deep within the forest, outside the influence of Dragon Might, came the alarmed howling of wolves, followed by the fluttering of startled birds, and then the yelping of dogs. David was surprised. A multitude of dragons felt awkward, while only Mofei and Alfonse, two dragons unacquainted with the ways of the world, stretched their necks, glanced sideways, smiled silently, and sighed in appreciation, thinking it a marvelous spectacle.
Not long after, another commotion arose. The faint sound of something rushing through the forest was heard, followed by the muffled thud of a heavy object being overturned. The black and white dragons shrank their necks and sat bolt upright, both wearing expressions of utter disbelief.
Suddenly, the White Dragon exclaimed, "Holy crap, a brown bear?"
The Black Dragon also shouted, "Bullshit! It’s a Dracolich!"
Indeed, the sound of a Dracolich’s fearful escape could be heard from the forest. This was followed by an incessant chorus of ape cries from all directions, continuous Dragon’s Roars, and the howls of hundreds, even thousands, of wolves. Amidst this, there were sounds of straining and collapsing, the Dracolich’s panting, and the whistling of wind—a cacophony of a thousand sounds all at once. Mixed in were the cries for help from dozens of creatures, the sounds of them scrambling to escape, and the gurgling of streams. It seemed as though every sound the forest could possibly make was present.
At this, all the dragons exchanged bewildered glances. Even the black and white dragons, who were not yet youths and had harbored some peculiar fantasies about the Drow, were now so terrified their legs trembled, and they almost wanted to flee first.
Suddenly, with a SNAP, all the sounds ceased. The dragons looked and saw only the Drow, now dressed again in her iron chastity shorts, emerging from the utterly silent forest with a radiant glow as if reborn.
The Drow approached David and knelt on one knee. "Your Highness, your key," she said, her eyes like shimmering water.
She suddenly realized that forbidden desire wasn’t entirely bad. Years of repression, when released in a single moment, had allowed her to gain experiences completely different from her monotonous, centuries-old routine.
Even the path of Legendary Destiny, where she had faced obstacles and stagnated for decades, seemed to have new insight and a turning point.
When David saw the key, which was so wet it looked like a piece of equipment dropped by a Slime monster, the tip of his outstretched tail froze in mid-air. Then, a Mage’s Claw appeared out of nowhere and, with a flick, shot the key into Mofei’s still-gaping mouth.
Mofei’s face visibly swelled on the spot. His nostrils flared, and he hiccuped twice before retching up a few mouthfuls of white foam. Even with his Sculpted Hide Dragon resilience, he was nearly overcome and knocked to the ground then and there.
David, letting out a long sigh of relief, said immediately, "As long as you abide by the contract between us, seek out this white one when you have the need."
This would ensure the errant Drow would come to Port of Wallens periodically for ’status reports.’