The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Attilan's bewitching words did not move the gentle tiefling woman. She maintained a warm but firm gaze at Attilan, the smile on her lips a silent mockery.

Attilan frowned and asked:

"Madam, I am telling the truth."

The tiefling tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"I know you're telling the truth, but I don't think seeing Blood Drenched will disturb his cultivation. I just want to confirm his safety. I think a wife wants to know her husband's situation."

"It shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Attilan never thought his bewitching words would one day be ineffective. But considering he rarely practiced them, it was normal for them to not work on tieflings, a race with demonic blood.

Among dragons, chromatic dragons are skilled in bewitching words, with green dragons being the most adept. Green dragons can use language to make people lose their fighting spirit, ultimately sinking into the corrupting mists they create.

But compared to devils who rely on bewitching words for a living, the green dragon's meager bewitching ability is certainly not enough, let alone Attilan's.

So, after hearing the tiefling's words, Attilan surprisingly felt that what she said made sense.

"Since Madam has brought her child from afar to find Master Blood Drenched, and judging by the child's appearance, this journey hasn't been easy, and the child is also hungry, let's have something to eat first."

If the half-goat hadn't spoken up, he might have taken the tiefling to find Blood Drenched.

"Yes, yes, yes, let's eat first."

Attilan took a deep breath. What powerful bewitching words! He had unknowingly fallen for it. It seemed his cultivation was not enough and he should use more pain to temper his will.

Or have Lulu use her fey enchantment magic to train his ability to resist this type of mental manipulation spell.

Facing the suddenly appearing tiefling alone, Attilan deeply felt that he was nothing on this continent. He was still too weak!

He must cultivate more diligently!

After settling the tiefling and the child, who had been quietly staying by her mother's side, in the Qinglin Town's reception hall, Attilan and the half-goat went to the kitchen.

Only then did Attilan relax.

"That was close, I almost got controlled by that tiefling."

The half-goat asked doubtfully:

"She is clearly a half-elf, didn't you see the fey starlight on her body? Why do you say she is a tiefling?"

Attilan glared at him and retorted:

"Horns, hooves, fey starlight, and you think she's a half-elf? It's not that simple! I am a dragon, I smelled a faint scent of sulfur on her."

"And hidden beneath the fey starlight is the scorching bloodline of a devil."

The half-goat's eyes widened.

"Master Blood Drenched is a nature-loving druid, how could he marry an evil tiefling and have a child?"

Attilan shook his head and said:

"It's the devil's bloodline that is evil, not the tiefling. If the tiefling's will can break free from the influence of the devil's bloodline, she can also be kind."

"But the devil's bloodline often hides great dangers. If this was the bloodline of an ordinary devil, then the tiefling would naturally be able to suppress the power of the bloodline and live freely with her own will."

"But there is another problem, how could an ordinary devil have the chance to have a tiefling daughter, and her son-in-law just happens to be Blood Drenched, the legendary druid."

"And her son-in-law just happens to be controlled by an unknown force."

After seeing this tiefling, Attilan intuitively felt that Blood Drenched's problem was related to a lord of one of the Nine Hells, even directly related to Asmodeus, the Lord of the Nine Hells!

Attilan shook his head, he didn't think things would be that simple.

"If Blood Drenched's wife really has a problem, Blood Drenched wouldn't be able to not say anything after regaining consciousness, unless he is confident in controlling this tiefling!"

"Let's cook."

The two were halfway through preparing when they heard Old Prankster's giggling voice.

"Blood Drenched's daughter, so beautiful, quickly call me uncle, uncle will give you candy."

The little girl still leaned silently against her mother's side.

"Why isn't this little one talking, sister-in-law?"

The tiefling smiled and said:

"You must be Robert, Blood Drenched mentioned you to me, but I remember he told me that you are younger than him, Hana should call you uncle."

"Hana, call him uncle."

Hana only raised her head and looked at Old Prankster with clear, big eyes, her flickering little eyes endearing.

"Robert, can you tell me what exactly happened to Blood Drenched?"

Old Prankster paused awkwardly, he still couldn't handle this kind of thing, and he felt that it was better not to say this kind of thing in front of the child.

But he still had to bite the bullet and continue.

"Blood Drenched said there were some problems he hadn't figured out yet, he wanted to be alone, and he would meet you and your daughter when he figured it out, before his problems are solved."

"You and your daughter should stay here first, this is Little Dragon's property, he won't mistreat you."

The tiefling immediately shed tears.

"What exactly happened to him? In the past two years, his attitude towards us has become more and more indifferent, and finally, he simply stopped coming home. Does he have another woman outside?"

"I know, there is his most beloved woman in this forest, I can't compete with her, but I hope Blood Drenched can often come home to see Hana."

Old Prankster coughed awkwardly twice, he was not good at handling this kind of thing, and he felt that it was better not to say this kind of thing in front of the child.

But he still could only brace himself and continue.

"Blood Drenched and Giana are a thing of the past, no, he and Giana never started, since he married you, there is no possibility between them."

Attilan sneaked to the window outside the reception hall to eavesdrop. It seemed that the tiefling only foresaw Blood Drenched's situation and brought her child to declare her sovereignty.

But there was no result early, and no result late, but just when Blood Drenched was caught and began to break free from control, the tiefling foresaw Blood Drenched's location, it's hard to say that there is no problem here.

"I want to see Blood Drenched, or let Hana see her father."

The tiefling's pitiful appearance really made people's hearts break.

Old Prankster smiled stiffly and said:

"Let's eat first, the child is hungry, I'll go see how the dishes are doing."

After speaking, he got up slightly flustered and walked towards the kitchen, and the faster he walked.

Tiehuo came out and almost bumped into Attilan, beckoning Attilan to follow him, the two came to the kitchen, Old Prankster took out a small bottle.

"Meipu, add this to the dishes."

The half-goat took it, Attilan asked curiously:

"What is this?"

"A potion I made according to Blood Drenched's recipe, colorless and odorless, used to identify whether there is a problem with the mother and daughter."

"Such a small bottle of potion can detect it?"

Anyway, Attilan didn't believe it.

"This is just the first step, who told you we only prepared this."

The half-goat poured the potion into a cooked dish, and said in surprise:

"Why is this potion green?"

Attilan smiled and looked at Old Prankster, his eyes seemed to be saying is this what you said was colorless and odorless?

But Old Prankster said calmly:

"Look again?"

The werehyena widened his eyes.

"It really has no color anymore, and no taste at all."

"What exactly is this potion for?"

"To remove the demonic power's control over her and her daughter, if there is any."

Old Rascal's tone was somewhat heavy.

Atilan said with some anxiety:

"At this point, is Bloodied still concerned about whether that tiefling outside is her true love? Does Bloodied want to see them controlled, or not controlled?"

Old Rascal said with a complex look:

"I asked him the same question, but he didn't answer."

"Why don't you and Aunt Jaina just grab her too, seal the couple together, and release her after confirming there are no problems."

"No, the most important thing now is to delay. The fact that the other party only showed up almost a month after Bloodied was controlled already makes us feel lucky. Bloodied's purification is coming to an end."

"Although Bloodied's power has decreased a lot, as long as the purification is complete, the other party cannot control Bloodied by borrowing the power of death, and vice versa, as long as it is not completely purified."

"The other party can control Bloodied!"

Atilan frowned and asked:

"But Bloodied's power has decreased so much, does she still have any value to control?"

Old Rascal raised his head and said:

"What do you know! For legendary professionals, restoring power is not a difficult thing. The difficulty lies in the fact that you can't pour power into someone with a low level cap."

Atilan understood that even if Bloodied was washed into a blank slate, as long as her soul quality was still so strong, then instilling the power of death could create a level thirty or forty death knight.

"That's not right, she has demon blood, why transform Bloodied into a death knight? Shouldn't they try to make Bloodied fall into the Nine Hells and become a lord of one of the layers?"

Old Rascal shook his head.

"I don't know either."

During their conversation, the werehyena had already prepared the dishes, happily carrying them to the reception hall.

"Chicken soup is here! Come and taste it while it's hot, your little face is so thin."

Atilan and Old Rascal came to the reception hall and watched silently.

Seeing the tiefling preparing to feed his daughter first, Old Rascal quickly signaled Atilan to handle it.

"Hana is so old, she's already a big girl, she should learn to eat by herself. It's just a bowl of chicken soup, let her hold it and drink it herself. You've worked hard carrying her across mountains and rivers."

"After all, your identities traveling on the continent are inherently prone to attracting the hostility of some clerics."

The tiefling nodded gently.

"Starlight let us disguise ourselves as werehyenas. Although they are also heteromorphic, the werehyenas' situation is indeed much better than the tieflings'."

"And you're right, Hana has grown up and should learn to live alone. Hana, can you drink the soup yourself?"

Atilan narrowed his eyes, feeling that there was something wrong with the tiefling's words.

Hana nodded silently, holding the bowl and drinking in small sips.

The tiefling also poured a bowl for himself, drinking elegantly in small sips.

After waiting for almost a minute, neither of them had any changes. The tiefling asked with a smile:

"Why are you looking at us? Drink the soup together."

The werehyena stood up immediately.

"There are still dishes in the kitchen, I'll bring them over."

"I'll go help."

Atilan got up too.

Old Rascal could only awkwardly scoop a bowl.

"Drink soup, drink soup."

The werehyena brought a large table of dishes, and the tiefling said in surprise:

"I didn't expect you to prepare so many dishes in such a short time. Isn't this too extravagant?"

"It's okay, the master's wife is our... friend. We often hold banquets, this little bit of food can't fill my dragon stomach."

And there are also familiars, give the leftovers to them, the fishmen won't mind if someone has eaten them.

After eating and drinking enough, Atilan asked the fishmen to take the tiefling to prepare the accommodation, while the three of them were secretly plotting in the reception hall.

"The potion didn't react, they weren't controlled by the mastermind behind the scenes, so they were sent by the mastermind? They can solve Bloodied?"

The werehyena asked curiously.

Little Dragon stroked his chin and analyzed:

"Most likely, if they were okay, Bloodied wouldn't refuse to see them. Even if they have problems, they are still his wife and children. Isn't Bloodied too low class."

Old Rascal said somewhat awkwardly:

"Can you guys show a little respect for the legendary druid?"

Atilan said unhappily:

"You put such a big bomb here with me, what if it explodes? I have more than three hundred familiars here, all of them are high-quality talents, I would be heartbroken for a whole year if they died."

"And she's here, I don't even dare to live here anymore, the production of Soul Suppressing Buns has to be moved to a new place, I have a big headache now!"

Old Rascal just said lightly:

"Before coming, Gai'er said that you only need to be told that letting them live here was his idea."

As soon as he heard that it was the bear man's idea, Atilan immediately had no problems. Among the four great druids of the forest, the most reliable is the bear man.

"Old Rascal, do you think they have any problems?"

Old Rascal stroked his beard and said:

"They are all kind people, I don't think just anyone can deceive Bloodied, especially a tiefling."

"Okay, I also need to adapt to this kind of dangerous days around me as soon as possible. The Soul Suppressing Bun production ceremony three days later will be held in the Oak Hall."

For the first large-scale ceremony to produce Soul Suppressing Buns, Old Rascal judged that the appropriate production cycle is once every fifteen days based on everyone's mental state.

"No problem, I will stay here to hold back their mother and daughter at that time, and Jaina will be responsible for covering up the aura of the ceremony and the power of faith."

After settling the tiefling mother and daughter, Atilan began to prepare for the Soul Suppressing Bun ceremony.

On the noon of the day of the ceremony, Atilan and the werehyena, leopard woman, Fang brothers and others, ate with the tiefling mother and daughter. Suddenly, the old fishman walked in.

"Dragon Lord, the gnolls are here again."

"Damn gnolls, I finally decided to let them go, why do they still want to come and die!"

The tiefling said softly:

"I remember that gnolls are the vassals of Yeenoghu in the material world, with the demonic power of the Abyss. Not only do living gnolls cause damage to the environment."

"After death, the toxins in the blood of gnolls cause even greater damage. A tactic of the gnolls is to use the fast-breeding hyenas to quickly transform into gnolls."

"Then use these gnolls to deliberately go to their deaths, using blood poison to pollute the enemy's territory, and wait until the other party loses combat power due to a sharp decline in food production."

"Yeenoghu will then bring the real gnoll elites to give a fatal blow. This is the real reason why they are called Venomfang, once bitten, it will be fatal."

The tiefling smiled slightly.

"But solving the gnolls and blood poison is actually not difficult."

Sorry, I'm not in good condition today, there are only 4,000 words