The villain queen eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and won't let me lie down?

"As you can all see, this is a young white dragon, unmarried, and with rare azure pupils—a one-in-ten-thousand mutation!"

"This unique Blue-Eyes White Dragon is tonight's final auction item! Cheer, bid, let me see your enthusiasm, ignite this wonderful evening!"

Chapter 39: Explosion, Explosion, and More Freaking Explosions!

The auctioneer introduced the precious dragon slave, consigned by a mysterious seller, with seductive words.

Capturing a proud dragon alive is a hundred times more difficult than killing them.

In the eyes of true big shots, mere beauty is meaningless.

They need 'unique' attributes to prove their wealth and status...

Dragon slaves are rare to begin with, and although this Blue-Eyes White Dragon is male, his looks are high enough that many nobles don't discriminate...

Starting at five million gold coins, the price quickly doubled, breaking through ten million.

Twenty million, fifty million, seventy million...

The bidding at the venue became frenzied.

Finally, it reached a terrifying eighty-seven million!

The nobles were dumbfounded. Eighty-seven million just for a Blue-Eyes White Dragon? Has the empire become too prosperous, or is something wrong?

The auctioneer's voice was almost hoarse: "Eighty-seven million for the first time, eighty-seven million for the second time, eighty-seven million... Sol—"

He didn't finish his sentence when he suddenly noticed the Blue-Eyes White Dragon youth beside him emitting a dazzling green light.

Then, that green light engulfed the entire hall, tearing through layers of protective magic arrays.

Two seconds later, the light burst out of the beautiful Supreme Mystery Auction House, spreading to the surrounding streets, causing waves of continuous explosions and collapses...

"Nature as Law, Souls Return to the Ancestral Tree!"

A fervent cry, accompanied by a dragon's roar, echoed through the sky.

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At the same time.

"Natural Selection Arena"

A combat mage with intermediate magic power, fully armed, was challenging a high-level magic beast beyond his level.

Although there was a difference in strength between the two sides, the combat mage's targeted preparations and superb skills completely suppressed the tiger-shaped high-level magic beast in front of him.

Combat mages are the warriors or assassins among mages. They skillfully use magic weapons to engage in close combat with enemies.

Their attacks are powerful, and the skill ceiling is high, but they are also very fragile.

Excellent combat mages can often deliver spectacular and dazzling fights.

The empire values martial prowess, and even mages can make battles blood-boiling.

The venue had more than 80,000 spectators, who were caught up in a frenzy of excitement by the combat mage's sharp moves that danced on the edge of the blade, cheering him on!

Even the guards had been attracted by the fierce battle and ignored the surrounding environment.

They didn't notice several people in gray robes entering the venue from different directions.

A faintly visible magic array covered the vast area of the arena.

"Nature as Law, Souls Return to the Ancestral Tree!"

Screams rang out from different directions, and in the terrifying magical fluctuations, countless spectators painfully clutched their throats.

But the power of growth was also extraordinary. Sprouting saplings accumulated power, finally piercing through their palms, and after touching the air, they developed wildly at an even more terrifying speed!

These spectators were almost instantly drained into mummies, and then tree people over ten meters tall burst out of their bodies, frantically attacking and destroying everything around them.

In a short while, the arena had collapsed, and several gray-robed people had turned into blood...

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The victory banquet prepared for the decorated officers in the North Camp was underway.

Although the Eternal Night Empress did not personally attend, her special envoy, Lord Dio Brando, was equally loved by the officers.

Because he highly praised and affirmed everyone's actions this time, dispelling everyone's confusion and making all these efforts meaningful.

Officers like Joey Barton, who had been feeling guilty because they had witnessed civilians killing each other, also saw things differently because of Roger's words and were no longer troubled by undercover PTSD.

The young people indulged in the night prepared for them.

The victory banquet's food and drinks were constantly supplied, and many people finally dared to get riotously drunk.

Joey also drank a lot of wine.

Emboldened by the alcohol, and encouraged by several female officers, she finally mustered the courage to walk towards Lord Dio Brando with a wine glass.

In Joey's view, this young and handsome Minister of History was a very special person.

He had far more knowledge than ordinary officers, was deeply trusted by His Majesty despite his commoner background, and had an extremely profound understanding of war and history.

Most importantly, he understood the troubles of frontline officers after carrying out their missions, and with his charming speech, he resolved the nightmare that had kept her awake for many nights.

Killing to protect life, eliminating karma but not people!

Someone always has to bear the burden for the empire!

What a reasonable sentence!

So many big shots in the army had analyzed the significance of the Restoration Army's actions for them, but none of them had explained it as profoundly or as deeply into her heart as Lord Dio.

Joey, who had just returned to the City of Mysteries, was a traveler who had fallen into a bloody swamp, a caged bird lost in the night.

When she was most confused and helpless, almost unable to breathe or sleep, Lord Dio was like a ray of light, shining into her life and rescuing her.

Moreover, there was a very crucial point.

Lord Dio was so good-looking!

A gentleman like jade, a fair maiden's fancy.

Joey was not a coy person, and her time in the military had made her more direct.

Although many male officers had expressed their admiration for her, she had no feelings for them.

This was the first time in her life that she felt a strong attraction to a member of the opposite sex.

Joey felt that she had to try.

Being rejected might make her sad for a few days, but missing the opportunity might make her regret it for the rest of her life!

Roger discussed some applications of unrestricted warfare with a senior military officer, turned around, and saw Joey Barton waiting aside.

Her eyes were twinkling, and she clearly had something to say to him.

"What is it?" Roger asked.

Joey's pretty face was flushed red, and when she met those dark eyes, she forgot the words she had prepared.

She awkwardly raised her wine glass and whispered, "Lord Dio, I toast you!"

Before Roger could answer, she drank the full glass of wine in her hand.

Roger accompanied her with a cup.

Joey poured more wine and remembered the lines her best friend had taught her.

But when Roger looked over, her heart was in turmoil again, and she said in a panic, "Lord Dio, I toast you again!"

She drank another glass of wine, and Roger could only accompany her.

"Lord Roger, I must toast you!"

Joey drank the third cup and began to pour the fourth.

Roger didn't want to keep her company.

Was this a toast or an attempt to get him drunk?

Moreover, he felt that many eyes were already looking this way, filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred. There weren't enough lemons in the fruit section to go around.

He held Joey's hand and said helplessly, "Let's drink later. Can you tell me about your experiences on the front lines?"

This female officer must be here to express her gratitude, but she's too nervous.

She's actively toasting him and even trying to get him drunk. This is pushing him to the opposite side of the people.

After all, Joey Barton, even in a magical world full of handsome men and beautiful women, could be considered top-tier in terms of looks.

Her personality was bold, and her figure was even bolder, with surging waves in front of her chest, placing her in the first tier of women her age in the empire.

The kind where you need to put a pair of road wheels on the table when you sit down.

In addition, her combat power and intelligence were excellent, and she was already a colonel at a young age, with pursuers like carps crossing the river.

Roger didn't think too much about it and just assumed that she still had some unresolved issues from the front lines, so he prepared to enlighten her again separately.

Joey also realized that she had underperformed and replied shyly, following Roger to a corner that wouldn't attract too much attention.

The victory banquet seemed to have returned to normal, with stories between young men and women, and stories between young men, many, many stories.

The officers, releasing their suppressed emotions, didn't notice that some of their colleagues were exchanging glances from time to time, clearly planning something.

At the center of the undercurrent was the lieutenant colonel who had reported to Joestar.

Chapter 40: Eighty-One Tribulations on the Road to Lying Flat

Roger also drank some wine.

But the alcohol concentration in this era was limited, and his mental power was high, so he only felt a little lightheaded.

Being slightly tipsy is better than getting drunk. He felt that it was just right and didn't plan to drink any more.

Chatting at the banquet, listening to stories and customs from outside the City of Mysteries, and gaining a deeper understanding of this world was also very interesting.

Maybe one day he would become a powerful figure who could travel freely in the multiverse and return to Earth to publish a 'Eternal Night World Travelogue' series to scam coins...

Cough, cough, I'm already a powerful figure, why am I still thinking about coins?

This sounds like the golden hoe of the emperor's family, too petty!

I should start an Eternal Night World travel agency and create a route monopolized by myself (#^.^#)

Anyway, he was having a good time at the victory banquet.

One afternoon tea, one speech, and Dio Brando was considered a new male god in the military.

He was very popular, and no one dared to act old and sell old, or force this Empress's special envoy and cabinet minister to drink.

Soldiers were generally more simple and direct than the officials in the City of Mysteries, chatting straightforwardly and boasting with enthusiasm.

Listening to their ambitions to serve the empire, Roger smiled and offered his blessings, wishing them good luck in their military endeavors.

Although he was lying flat, he had no reason to laugh at other people's ideals and efforts.

Everyone has the right to pursue the lifestyle they like, without the need for others to comment.

But if you're a workaholic who drags others into overtime...

Then I have to say, you're a bit mentally handicapped.

These officers are young, have ability and opportunities, and the empire is in need of talent. It would be strange if they weren't ambitious and full of dreams.

That's why Mosconi said that there were too many hardworking people in the empire, and people like Lord Dio were rare and interesting.

Of course, things have two sides. If you don't like him, these behaviors can be directly denounced as heresy, laziness, idleness, and waste.

But think whatever you want, anyway, young master Roger has already laid flat and doesn't plan to get up.

Seeing the energetic young people at the victory banquet, Roger felt that he had found quite a few negative examples.

By operating in the opposite direction of these young officers' words and actions, he should be able to unlock more new postures for lying flat.

Feeling that he had played enough, he was about to go home when he met Joey Barton coming to toast him.

Roger recognized this as the female officer who needed psychological counseling the earliest, assuming that she needed more enlightenment, he pulled her aside.