Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Hearing this, Otis sneered, and his flawless palm suddenly slapped the armrest of the golden throne.

"Bang!"

"Is the so-called 'emperor' of Anzeta joking?"

"He actually provided weapons to the Thracian Kingdom! Doesn't he know that the Thracian Kingdom is their inevitable enemy in terms of geography!"

"And... more importantly, he dared to refuse my friendship! This is such a precious opportunity. As a noble descendant of God, I have given him enough face, but he dared to refuse!"

Otis' tone became more and more angry, and the majestic and oppressive voice echoed in the empty hall.

"Stupid red dragon!"

Along with his anger, there seemed to be a flame burning in the golden eyes, and even dark clouds descended from the sky, rumbling thunder sounded, and it seemed that a torrential rain was about to fall.

This is the embodiment of the power of the Supreme Heaven. As the proud descendants of the gods, their emotional changes will affect the surrounding environment, and even manifest as abnormal celestial phenomena, causing disasters to the surrounding mortals.

Feeling the King's anger, the Cassander ministers around him became anxious and tried to dissuade him.

"Your Majesty, calm down!"

"It's just a dragon in a remote area, it's not worth your anger."

"Yes, you are the future emperor of Fadlan, you will rule the whole of Feanso, don't bother with him"

His Majesty Otis is arrogant.

Even arrogant.

This is well known to the entire Cassander Kingdom and even the entire Feanso continent.

As a noble descendant of God, and the eldest son of Aragon I, Otis has received attention and admiration. He thinks he is the natural ruler of Fadlan and despises all mortals in the world.

From childhood to adulthood, no one dared to refuse him.

But the "Red Emperor" who dared to refuse him rejected his face and left a deep impression on him.

Otis's anger for several days was nowhere to vent, so that the holy city was always shrouded in haze during this period.

Among the three kings, the eldest son Otis is recognized as the most powerful, but he is not as smart as Wilham, nor as rational as Elodie.

Naven Besarius is worried. He knows that if foreign policy is determined by pure emotion, it will inevitably fail, and the current Cassander Kingdom has such a trend.

For the rumor that "whoever wins the Holy City wins the throne", His Majesty Otis has exhausted all his strength to seize the Holy City, and he does not hesitate to go to war with Thrace and Seleucid at the same time.

This also makes the Cassander Kingdom, which was originally the strongest among the three countries, its national strength is constantly being consumed, and the gap between it and the other two countries is also narrowing step by step.

Naven has an extremely presumptuous and bold idea in his heart.

The Holy City is no longer a legacy.

It is a wound.

A wound that can keep the blood flowing in the Cassander Kingdom.

And what His Majesty Otis is most concerned about is still not the interests of the Cassander Kingdom - but his own face, which is a ridiculous thing.

"Perhaps, we should guide Your Majesty in other ways and take him to the right path."

"Your Majesty."

Naven took a step forward and bowed slightly.

"As the eldest son of the great 'Sun Emperor', you are the most noble existence in this land recognized by the entire Feanso, there is no doubt about that."

"But the so-called 'Burning Emperor' is just a simple-minded, well-developed red dragon. He doesn't care about your status, nor does he understand how precious your friendship is."

Otis's expression eased slightly, the anger in his pupils subsided, and even the haze in the sky gradually dissipated.

Naven continued to say respectfully:

"The Red Dragon is not as far-sighted as you. There is only one thing in his greedy and short-sighted eyes - gold coins."

"And Wilham must have used enough gold coins to bribe the Red Dragon and get his support."

Otis said unhappily: "Didn't I bring treasures for him?"

Naven quickly replied: "You know, Wilham is known as the 'swindler' and likes to stir up trouble in secret."

"He must have shamelessly bribed more gold coins in private, so that the stupid Red Dragon rejected you."

Otis nodded in agreement and commented: "Oh, cunning villain, short-sighted Red Dragon."

Naven catered to Otis's thoughts and quickly agreed: "Yes, they are not even one ten-thousandth of you when added together."

"Just."

"Just what?"

Naven raised his head and spoke earnestly.

"Your Majesty, I hope you can let me go to the Burning Empire again."

Otis's face suddenly sank: "Why? That so-called 'empire' just rejected my face, should I rush to let them humiliate it?"

"Your Majesty, please listen to me."

"The red dragon can turn to Thrace, a natural enemy, for gold coins, and naturally it can help us for more gold coins."

"Your Majesty, please let me try again, not only for myself, but also for the future of the Kingdom of Cassander, and even more for you to be able to restore the Holy Fadlan and become a great emperor comparable to your father."

Hearing this, Otis's pupils shrank slightly.

He was a little shaken.

Compared with becoming an emperor, what is that anger and humiliation?

When he has the power of Aragon I, any force will be a chicken and a dog in front of him, and the so-called "Burning Empire" can be destroyed with a flip of his hand.

Otis' tone softened, and he leaned back on the throne again:

"Naven Besalius, I will give you one last chance."

"My minimum requirement for you is to get the weapons that can be used by mortals. I hope you won't let me down."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Naven bowed deeply and breathed a sigh of relief.

Having witnessed the coronation ceremony, he deeply understood that the Burning Empire was by no means a marginal force. It could have a huge impact on the situation on the continent, and even on the future of Cassander.

And he needed to try his best to win a military alliance with the Burning Empire, at least not to let it lean towards Thrace.

The meeting ended, and the ministers left.

And under Otis's tough orders of "Get out!" and "Go to hell!", even the guards and maids in the palace were driven out.

This huge palace suddenly became empty, with only Otis Aragon left.

Otis sat on the golden throne, covering his face with both hands, his expression was filled with shock and anger, and his perfect body was trembling.

"No, no"

"I can feel my power and my life slipping away! They are slipping away!"

Otis kept muttering to himself.

Through the gaps between his white fingers - Otis's face was no longer flawless, and a faint crack appeared on the side of his cheek.

Otis was not afraid of the demons of the abyss, nor the devils of hell, but he was afraid of a crack that could not be smaller.

This was his biggest fear - he was afraid of losing his current status, and even more afraid of becoming a mortal again.

"This means I will age, or even die."

"Damn it, I am a descendant of God!"

He shouted.

Then, as if grasping a life-saving straw, Otis whispered to himself:

"Yes. As long as the ceremony is performed, everything will be fine, and I will continue to be immortal."

He looked down at his smooth palm, as if cracks were about to appear on it.

"It's too late. We must unify Holy Fadlan as soon as possible and become the true emperor of Fadlan. Only in this way can we regain the grace of Amaunator."

"As long as... we can become the true emperor."

Otis tightly grasped the golden scepter that symbolized the supreme imperial power and said so. (End of this chapter)