Under the Red Dragon

The morning sun rose, its light scattering over the vast green forests at the foot of the mountains, penetrating the gaps in the dense leaves, and casting small patches of light on the dark earth.

The cool morning breeze rustled the leaves, dispersing the mist that lingered in the forest treetops, and a chorus of unknown birds filled the air.

The villages at the foot of the mountains, inhabited by centaurs and kobolds, servants of the dragons, were still asleep, with only a few night watchmen patrolling quietly and vigilantly.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang,

A series of noisy vibrations came from the mountains, like a giant dragging iron chains through the misty peaks, the chains clashing and scraping against the solid rocks.

Occasionally, angry roars echoed from the depths of the clouds, like the low growls of a giant, or the deep rumbling of a dragon.

This sound, like the bells that chimed daily from the tall clock tower in the Golden City, awakened the quiet villages.

The sleeping villages seemed to come alive instantly, as half-naked centaur warriors emerged from their houses, stretching their bodies after a night of potential battles.

Kobolds barked and yipped as they scurried out of their small wooden houses, many of the new generation of kobolds possessing stronger physiques than their predecessors.

The vitality radiating from them also surpassed that of the previous generation, causing them to run around excitedly from early in the morning.

As for the green-skinned goblin camps, although the goblins had not yet managed to invent steam engines and magic furnaces in a short time,

the resources of the dragon territory were being deliberately channeled towards them, and several clever goblins had been favored by the dragons and were forming merchant guilds for the dragons.

These obvious changes meant that the status of these green-skinned goblins was no longer as humble as before, and they were gradually regarded as normal members of the territory.

Moreover, under the iron and blood discipline of the kobolds, these green-skinned goblins had gradually learned to obey orders and were no longer as chaotic as wild goblins.

Only the ogre camps saw human artisans leading teams of dragon guards, whipping all the able-bodied ogre slaves out to work early in the morning.

These ogres were mixed with slaves of other races, and they had to build castles for the dragons every day.

At the foot of the mountains, smoke rose from chimneys, and the sounds of people increased.

In the distant river regions, windmill mills and waterwheels for irrigating the fields stood in rows, creaking and swaying in the gentle morning breeze.

More diligent than these dragon servants, the humans were already active in the cultivated fields.

After harvesting wheat, millet, and other crops, they still needed to tidy the fields and sow new seeds.

The climate here was warm and frost-free all year round, and even the wasteland reclaimed in the first year could yield two or three harvests a year.

But these farmers were transforming the original land into paddy fields in order to plant a new type of grain introduced into the territory from the distant southern continent: rice.

This grain crop was offered by a merchant from the southern continent.

According to the reward treaty previously issued by the dragon territory, this merchant exchanged two bags of grain seeds for more than three hundred pounds of gold.

And the warm, water-rich areas on both sides of the Golden River became the most suitable areas for planting this grain crop.

Several farmers whose fields were close together, stripped to the waist, swung hoes to dig the ridges, sweating profusely.

Only the women were slightly more conservative, but they also bared their arms and rolled their trousers up high.

When they felt tired, they stopped, walked to the ledges of the fields, and sat down, men and women together.

The women each took out their prepared gourds or waterskins, took a big gulp, and handed them to their men, starting to chat and laugh.

"Hey, Seding, how much grain did your family harvest this year? Your wheat looks great."

A dark-skinned farmer wiped the sweat from his body and asked a yellow-haired farmer with a short brown beard with a smile.

"Hehe, it's the first year, the land isn't fertile yet. One acre only yields about three hundred pounds of wheat. Counting all the land, I guess we'll harvest about eighteen hundred pounds of grain this year."

The yellow-haired farmer Seding smiled, his face full of satisfaction.

In the first year of reclamation, most of the time was spent on repairing the land.

Seding's family of two laborers had reclaimed a total of three acres of arable land in the first year.

According to the yield of three hundred pounds per acre, they could harvest nine hundred pounds of wheat per season.

In the first year, they only had enough time to plant two seasons, so the final harvest of eighteen hundred pounds of grain was just right.

"Hey, my family's harvest is about the same, not much different from yours, just half an acre more, haha,"

The dark-skinned farmer laughed loudly. No matter what social class, people always like to compare unintentionally, even these farmers were no exception.

But more than that, it was the joy of harvest and the anticipation for the future.

"Hey, but it's hard to say about this season. The authorities want to convert the land into paddy fields to plant those rice grains. I don't know if the yield will be better than wheat."

Although Seding was worried, his expression did not change much.

"Don't worry, we don't need to hand in grain for the time being anyway. Even if it's worse, it's still better than the old days. In my opinion, these dragons are much better than those nobles who only know how to extract marrow and drink blood,"

The dark-skinned farmer said carelessly.

Seding nodded. The current days were solid enough for them and full of hope. He now supported the rule of these dragons more than anyone else.

Now, those dragons of various colors that often flew across the sky were not only not scary in their eyes, but also felt very majestic.

Many new generation human cubs liked to stick two branches on their heads as their dragon horns, and the branches that looked more like dragon horns were more majestic.

"Hey, have you heard? Some time ago, the dragons caught a giant who was a scourge to the territory and locked this man-eating giant in the mountains. The screams we occasionally hear every morning are the screams of this giant,"

At this time, the topic had shifted under the guidance of Seding's wife, heading in the direction of gossip.

"It's not a giant,"

Another burly, sturdy farmer woman chimed in,

She said mysteriously: "I heard those kobolds say that what the dragons caught and locked up was a dragon, a powerful red dragon,"

"As long as you are at the foot of the mountain, when the weather is sunny and the clouds on the mountain are blown away by the wind, you can see the red dragon, tens of meters long, locked by chains thicker than a dragon."

"Ah," the dark-skinned farmer asked in confusion, "Isn't that locked red dragon also the same dragon? Why did the dragons catch him and lock him up?"

"Silly,"

Seding finally found a chance, he said: "There are good and bad dragons, just like there are good and bad people."

"This red dragon must have had bad intentions like those evil five-colored dragons and wanted to come to the territory to plunder us, so he was caught by the lord dragons. Damn it, don't let me see this red dragon, otherwise I will have to use my dung fork to stab his butt hard."

Farmer Seding's big talk made all the gathered farmers laugh. Their laughter was sent to the distance by the morning breeze.

"Unless that red dragon is a female dragon, Seding, your dung fork will be as useful as your big stick, hahaha!"

……

Roar,

"Let me go, I, Cadilos, am a noble true dragon, a respected red dragon. Isn't it enough for you to enslave me? Damn it, Kalon, I want to see you, Kalon, how can you lock me up and not dare to see me!"

The deep dragon roar came from the mountains, angry, aggrieved, and humiliated.

Even creatures that did not understand the dragon language could hear these emotions from the dragon's roar.

At this time, the young red dragon Cadilos, rumored to be tens of meters long, had his limbs and neck shackled with iron rings. Several thick red iron chains locked the iron rings at one end, and the other end was deeply nailed into the solid rocks.

He was like a locked hound, on the highest peak of the mountains.

Guarding the nest for the owner of the mountains, that hateful young red dragon.

This made the always proud young red dragon feel humiliated. The first thing he had to do every morning when he woke up was to shout and yell, walking around the mountains like a defeated dog with long chains.

"Kalon, you have already learned the Dragon's Favor and signed a slavery contract with that red dragon. Why not release that noisy red dragon? He's making noise in the mountains all day, making it hard for everyone to sleep in. Anyway, with the slavery contract, he wouldn't dare to disobey the will of the dragon group."

At this time, the dragon group gathered in the orchard that had been continuously expanded by the green dragon Antagina.

On the one hand, the dragons felt that the young red dragon Cadilos was too noisy, and on the other hand, Kalon needed to explain some things to these dragons because he was about to step into other planes.

This was equivalent to the highest council in the territory, the Dragon Council.

Even the highest ruler in the territory was among them, except for the bronze dragon Arina, who was busy in the distance.

Kalon was now lazily lying under a pear tree, looking languid.

His huge body surrounded the tree like a big cat, using his long tail as a cushion to support his broad chin.

The other dragons were lazily lying around the red dragon.

Only the copper dragon Alfred, this kind of daily gathering of dragons was relatively new to him. He directed two pixies flying around to peel oranges for him, while peeking around.

Kalon scratched his itchy teeth with his dragon claw. He really wanted to bite something to grind his teeth at the moment.

But he still resisted the idea and looked at the black dragon Rosani who had just spoken.

The dragons were now wealthy, with enough food and their own treasures, which could help the dragons grow to some extent.

So even the weakest black dragon Rosani and white dragon Camid in the dragon group had now reached nine meters in length.

However, the black dragon Rosani was still thin, which was the characteristic of the black dragon itself.

In the future, the black dragon would become more and more like a skeleton, which, in Kalon's eyes, was undoubtedly an ugly dragon.

Kalon shook his head slightly. He had been unconsciously influencing the young dragons in the dragon group since he was a child.

In some form, this red dragon was equivalent to the enlightener of these young dragons, guiding them to generate some ideas that did not exist in the dragon bloodline inheritance, or that they had never had.

"In human society, every man is the pillar of the family. Women and children can be careless, but men can never do this."

Kalon said with a very solemn expression: "And we are all the pillars of the dragon group's territory and cannot make such mistakes,"

"Of course, people are not omnipotent, and neither are dragons, but we can try to avoid making such mistakes, Rosani. Before we have determined for a period of time that the young red dragon named Cadilos has a way to crack this spell, we cannot be careless."

Kalon did not tell these young dragons his plan.

Even for these five-colored dragons, the act of treating a dragon as a dragon offspring manufacturing machine and squeezing evil dragon blood was too evil and cruel.

But once he decided to do something, he didn't need to ask for other people's opinions, and after he completed it, the dragon group would naturally become his accomplice and would naturally accept it.

The black dragon Rosani nodded honestly. After experiencing hardships together, these dragons' trust in Kalon had reached an extremely high level, and the facts also proved that Kalon's wisdom, standing on the shoulders of his predecessors, was also correct.

The female red dragon Kleinaya sneered, "Our dragons don't distinguish between male and female, only ability. Kalon, don't underestimate female dragons. Our abilities are no worse than male dragons."

The little female dragon Kleinaya was not only stubborn, but also had a hard mouth. She occasionally liked to refute Kalon's words a little to maintain her self-proclaimed status as the eldest sister.

Kalon ignored her. Kleinaya's awkward personality had been like this since she was a child.

He just shook the pear tree beside him, which was full of fruits, with his thick dragon claws, opened his mouth and caught a few fruits that fell, and smacked his mouth to taste the sweetness of the fruit.

Kalon liked fruits, but he didn't like those fruits that needed to be peeled.

Although with the dragon's appetite, it didn't matter to eat the peel together, the taste was not very good.

Now, every time Kalon ate, the food was prepared according to the various nutrients needed for Kalon's growth and development, as determined by the sub-brain cluster.

In the analysis and research of the sub-brain cluster, Kalon only needed to eat two hundred white-horned wild cattle on the grassland to improve some of his muscle toughness.

If he ate some fish with it, the calcium, phosphorus, iron and other nutrients contained in the fish were more suitable for the red dragon's body, which was in a state of rapid development.

The trace element supplements of some fruits were also needed by the red dragon, so now Kalon ate several pounds of fruits every day to ensure that his rapidly developing body could be nutritionally balanced, so as not to have defects and deficiencies in some places.

"Kalon,"

The copper dragon Alfred crawled up like a big lizard,

"The first batch of printed books has been ordered and sold, but the sales in the Golden City have not been high, and only some traveling bards and curious merchants have bought them."

"As for the sales in other places, it is estimated that there will not be many, after all, it is just the beginning of setting up the stalls and has not had time to develop,"

The copper dragon Alfred looked a little worried, feeling that perhaps his abilities were insufficient and he wasn't doing well enough.

Karon nodded, which seemed normal to him. The territory had just gotten on the right track, and everyone was busy making money and living, with little energy to spare for culture and entertainment.

Even when it came to culture and entertainment, they preferred to find those soft and sweet ladies to have a drink and a chat.

"Don't worry, Alfred. Everything we're doing now is just laying the foundation for the future," the red dragon's calm expression and words offered some comfort to the copper dragon, who was eager to achieve results.

"These things take time to nurture the results we want. Don't be impatient, Alfred. Steadily follow our goals, and time will always be on our side."

Karon lazily stretched out his wings and patted the copper dragon's shoulder as a sign of comfort.

Encouraged by the red dragon, the copper dragon Alfred quietly retreated, opened his mouth, and swallowed dozens of oranges peeled by the two pixie sprites, revealing a satisfied expression.

The blue dragon Dos squeezed over, a blue dragon horn on his head covered with scratches from his own claws, looking worried.

He said, "Karon, the three hundred suits of full body armor to be delivered to the gnolls are far from complete. Only a little over a hundred suits have been completed so far. The gnoll Yugog has already come to me to complain, but there's nothing I can do. I don't know how to forge armor."

The red dragon's brow furrowed slightly. The three hundred warriors of the gnoll Yugog had already been selected, along with six hundred kobold soldiers as auxiliary guards, but the armor had been delayed for so long.

"I know that the craftsmen forge armor slowly, but didn't I tell the dwarf Kraggon about the small method of assembly line manufacturing? How come the armor hasn't been forged yet after so long?"

Karon's tone was a little dissatisfied. In his opinion, this kind of small matter should be resolved quickly.

The blue dragon Dos shook his head. He said, "I summoned the dwarven craftsman Kraggon to ask him. He said that this, well, the small method of assembly line manufacturing is convenient, but because there are no unified specifications, those less skilled blacksmith apprentices of various races cannot accurately forge armor that can be well pieced together,"

"Many places are either too big or too small, too wide or too thick. He can't do anything about it. These craftsmen need long-term practice and training. Moreover, the dwarf Kraggon has already written to his people, hoping to bring some dwarves over to help him."

The blue dragon's tone was also a little helpless. If he simply formed a family like other dragons and lived a primitive life, it would be fine.

But once he wanted to step onto the path of civilization, he suddenly felt that he had to worry about almost everything.

The blue dragon was already missing the carefree days of his childhood, when he only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun. As for power, he felt too tired to love it.

Karon was also a little helpless. He felt that his time should be spent on exploring the world, exploring power, and exploring magic, and should not be wasted too much on managing the territory.

But having already decided to build a civilization ruled by dragons, he couldn't let go.

After thinking for a while, Karon had the idea of establishing an organization similar to a cabinet, where the large and small affairs within the territory could be discussed and handled by the cabinet council.

Only when encountering unsolvable matters or important events would the dragons come forward to handle and resolve them.

This also aligned with the bronze dragon Alina's suggestion to the dragons: to establish the territory's kingdom system and administrative system as soon as possible.

"We still need more talent and more population," Karon thought, finding it a real headache for a lazy dragon to build a territory from almost scratch.

And they, these chromatic dragons, were not like gold dragons and other good dragons, who could use their faces to gain the lowest level of trust from other races.

"Let's publicly recruit from the world," Karon said. "We can recruit talents in an unconventional manner. As long as they have relevant talents, they can come to the territory for assessment and appointment, regardless of race. Even a slime monster can be employed as long as it follows the will of the dragon clan and the laws of the territory."

"When the talents we cultivate in our territory grow up in the future, we can then decide whether to replace or dismiss them. Now, we should first let the territory operate normally and smoothly."

"As for the armor issue, let's give Kraggon some time for now. Anyway, my laboratory hasn't been built yet, so there's no need to rush," Karon said.

The blue dragon Dos nodded and left contentedly. He no longer had to listen to the loud voice of the dwarf Kraggon or see the gnoll Yugog pretending to be a victim.

Next, the dragons all threw the difficult problems that they couldn't solve to Karon.

Karon had to endure the restlessness in his blood and respond to them one by one.

As Karon's bloodline grew, the influence from the evil dragon blood became stronger.

However, Karon was already familiar with taming his evil dragon blood, but occasional restlessness was still unavoidable. Even the legendary Buddha would be tempted at times, let alone Karon, a red dragon.

After the other dragons received Karon's answers, they went back one after another. Only the green dragon Anta Jenna, without any scruples, leaned against the red dragon's scales and boldly and wantonly breathed in the masculine aura and sulfur smell on the red dragon's body.

As their bloodlines gradually matured, and the dragons' reproductive functions slowly developed, the green dragon Anta Jenna was obviously a little restless.

She naturally regarded the most powerful head dragon in the dragon clan as her mating partner, but now it was the green dragon who was constantly making overtures to the red dragon.

Karon didn't make any other movements, just lazily lying there, and then announced the end of the meeting. The red dragon's calmness impressed the copper dragon Alfred.

"Tsk, if I had a beautiful and majestic body like Karon, Alina would probably throw herself into my arms like this little female dragon," the copper dragon Alfred couldn't help but fall into some kind of fantasy.

The other dragons left the orchard one after another, either returning to their nests in the mountains or continuing to endure the pain that chromatic dragons shouldn't have to endure—the responsibilities of the territory.

Karon was always the last to leave, just as he was often the first to arrive.

But as he stepped out of the orchard gate, Karon noticed the ogre titan Fafna standing quietly not far away.

Fafna had obviously been waiting here for a long time. The dew of dusk had stained her thin clothes, revealing her round and shapely curves.

Fafna had also grown taller during this time. The ogre titan, who had always been charming, now resembled a plump and ripe juicy peach, as if a gentle press would squeeze honey out of this ripe peach.

"Fafna, do you also have something to report to me?" Karon stopped his steps, lowered his head, and looked down at this stunningly beautiful succubus.

The red dragon's blood was roaring, urging Karon to forcibly possess this beautiful stunner, but Karon treated it as if mosquitoes were buzzing.

The current Karon was already close to being able to control his instincts with his will.

As long as he had no thoughts, his body's instincts could only subside, and as long as Karon had thoughts, even if his body was weak, his body's instincts could still prop up.

This was similar to Karon's bloodline talent—[Mind Overclocking], both of which were about the control over the body reaching a degree far beyond ordinary people.

"I have nothing to report, but as a female slave, I feel that I should come to see you, my king,"

Fafna was graceful and charming, but her words were like a soft murmur.

She slowly twisted her body and walked to Karon's front, then bent down and saluted.

Completely disregarding the fact that her round and white peaches, like the round moon in the sky, were faintly exposed in the red dragon's sharp vision through the thin veil.

Karon looked at the glamorous Fafna in front of him, her slender white fingers and crystal-clear, rounded toes were painted with pink nail polish, which made Fafna's jade-like skin even more lustrous.

And between the red dragon's nostrils, he smelled a unique fragrance.

This fragrance was not the scent of any spice or perfume, but the scent from Fafna's body itself.

The red dragon's pupils flickered with a gleam, and he said in a low voice, "Fafna, although you are my female slave, you only need to use your abilities to create value for me. You don't need to try so hard to please me. I don't care about these things. Even if you give your body, I won't think highly of you because of it,"

The red dragon's mouth revealed his white fangs, and he smiled, "Fafna, your status is determined by your ability!"

The ogre titan Fafna raised her head, turning her beautiful face towards the red dragon.

A pair of naked, crystal-clear jade arms hugged the red dragon's forelimbs, squeezing her full and bursting breasts out of shape.

Her pair of watery eyes blinked, and a sentence full of endless reverie and temptation was uttered from her pink lips, like a lazy sigh after some lingering,

"Ah, my king, my master, what if Fafna herself wants to please you!"

Whoosh,

The red dragon, with his massive body, lowered his head, sniffing the fragrant and suddenly rich scent on the ogre titan.

He opened his big mouth and chuckled, "Fafna, provoking a red dragon like this is not something you should do. I don't mind eating you!"

For Karon, he didn't mind venting some of his desires on the ogre titan.

For most creatures, the separation of desire and emotion is also normal.

"Ah, master," the ogre titan Fafna showed a look of panic on her beautiful face, twisting her plump and rounded body and softly calling out, "How are you going to 'eat me'!"