Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Joseph Salazar, the head of the Pierson Chamber of Commerce, came all the way from the Kingdom of Thrace and left in a hurry after purchasing a batch of arms worth fifty thousand gold nairs.

However, for the city of Isdalia, where tens of thousands of people come and go every day, this is just a trivial matter and not enough to make waves.

At best, it would give Luven a little more share and allow Klaubaowu Military Industrial Group to obtain more orders.

For the local residents, what is more important is the upcoming festival, the most important day in the entire Burning Empire - Coronation Day.

At noon on March 1, 1786, in the Third Age, Cassius crowned himself on the altar with his own hands, and this also announced the establishment of the empire to the world.

Over the past few years, with vigorous official propaganda, the empire has formed a series of festival customs, and the citizens also attach great importance to them.

Every March 1st, people will gather in the Emperor's Square, surrounding the huge and majestic red dragon statue, and sing the "Ode to Cassius" in unison.

In addition, people often give each other gifts, hold banquets, drink freely in taverns, shout "Long live your Majesty!" "Thank you, Your Majesty!" and other praises, and even sing carols.

The "Gift of the Dragon", which is not cheap, is provided free of charge at this time and will be reimbursed by the imperial official.

In addition, on this day, all factories and offices are closed, and people can enjoy this carnival time and show their loyalty to His Majesty.

"All peoples worship together, the great red dragon in the sky!"

"How can I repay this kindness?"

The melodious singing echoed in the square, the voice was more impassioned than during yesterday's rehearsal, and everyone's face was filled with enthusiasm.

"Long live the Empire!"

"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

“To celebrate Coronation Day, everything is 40% off!”

All kinds of citizens gathered here. They sat on chairs beside the tavern, holding high wine glasses and even wine barrels, drinking and rejoicing together.

"Pay attention to order!"

"Ogre over there! Put down the satyr from your mouth!"

However, the tieflings of the security team are still maintaining order. They are armed with long guns and patrolling back and forth to prevent those large drunkards from revealing their true nature and doing something outrageous.

Humans, orcs, tieflings, hobgoblins, lizardfolk, ogres, satyrs, wyverns.

Regardless of race, identity, or status, as long as they are citizens of the empire, they are all enjoying this rare carnival day to vent their work pressure.

There are some exceptions though - enemies of the Empire, for example.

The "human being" wearing a gray cloth robe silently looked at the celebrating crowd in the corner, with endless resentment in his eyes.

His former name was Asher Kalai, and he was also a Northland nobleman. He had noble blood that had been passed down for hundreds of years and lived a privileged life.

However, the arrival of the red dragon completely destroyed everything. His family members lost their heads in the "Great Trial", and he was also waiting for death in prison.

At this moment, the extremely strong hatred in Asher's heart attracted the attention of the "Vengeance Demon", so the bottomless abyss opened a hideous and terrifying door for him.

A few years later, he returned to the Northland again. Under that human skin was the ugly, deformed body of a demon.

"These damn humans"

"They should be torn into pieces for forgetting the kindness of their ancestors so quickly and serving allegiance to the evil dragon."

Asher gritted his teeth and said that in order to fight against the evil dragon, he would not hesitate to transform himself into a demon.

But these despicable people in the North changed their beliefs in just a few years and actually became loyal to that evil dragon!

This is simply unforgivable!

Asher's mission is to incite hatred against the red dragon, destroy the social order of the empire, and collect more nutrients for the cultivation of demons.

But at this moment, among the tens of thousands of people in the square, not a single person had the red light that represented hatred.

Even most people revealed a golden light representing loyalty and faith, which made Asher unable to open his eyes.

He exclaimed hoarsely from his throat: "This is impossible!"

This is simply unbelievable!

They obviously live under the cruel rule of the evil dragon, how can they have no hatred towards the evil dragon?

You must know that even during the rule of the Northland Kingdom, there were still many stupid mobs plotting rebellion.

Why is it that when the evil dragon rules, the people have no hatred at all?

This is not common sense at all!

Asher lowered his head and murmured to himself: "These despicable humans! If this continues, how will we be able to complete the mission assigned by Lord Jezarslak?"

"The flame is your majesty's robe, the sky is your majesty's curtain, the dark and violent storm follows your majesty's journey"

"How can we forget this kindness?"

The melodious carols came from afar, which made Asher more and more irritable.

"Damn."

If he hadn't considered that this was within the empire, he might have revealed his true form as a demon and crushed the humans singing the hymns into mincemeat on the spot.

"No, don't be impatient. There are hundreds of thousands of people in this city, and there will always be people who hate dragons."

"As long as you find one of them, you can involve a group that hates evil dragons."

Thinking of this, he decided to walk around the square and try his luck.

Asher just wandered around the square, shuttled between various taverns, controlled the human skin, and made an expression of "joy".

In the large area of ​​loyal golden light, he finally found a white figure in the corner of the tavern - it was a human being.

White symbolizes neither hatred nor support.

But in the vast golden light, it was already extremely precious. To Asher, that human being at least had room to fight for it.

"It seems that this evil dragon has not deceived everyone yet, and there are still wise humans."

Thinking of this, Asher stepped forward to talk:

"Friend, are you in a bad mood?

This is obviously a day of national celebration, why are you so depressed? "

The man was startled. He straightened his back and said tremblingly: "Long live His Majesty Cassius! I just encountered some troubles, and I have no objection to His Majesty!

Are you a nocturne person? "

There seems to be something going on!

Asher's eyes suddenly lit up and he replied with a smile: "Of course not, relax, I'm just a stranger."

The man let out a long sigh of relief.

Immediately, Asher continued to ask: "Friend, what is your name? Did you encounter something troublesome?"

The man looked sad, raised his wine glass high, raised his chin, and drank the wine in one gulp.

The wine flowed from his mouth and wet his clothes. He wiped the corners of his mouth with his hands nonchalantly, and then said: "My name is Raj, and I am a worker in Factory 13." (End of Chapter)