Chapter 133

Jenkinson was greatly surprised when the ancient dragon Caliether, whose territory was in the North Sea and near Germany, asked for a private meeting. It was not because of the fact that she proposed to meet her, but because her partner had e all the way to Hong Kong himself. 

Caliether’s children were still classified as hatchlings. A dragon without a uniform age standard would get its hatchling ticket the moment its parents agreed to independence, although the child was much slower than others. In any case, Caliether was excused from attending the meeting for that reason. 

Even after the scheduled meeting turned into a funeral, there was no need to e. This was because that child had no blood relation to Rod. ‘What’s in a hurry?’ 

There was only one reason that came to mind. ‘Could it be that Hatchling’s mother is running for Lord’s seat?… Is this Dragon Heart so coveted?’

Future work would proceed according to the will. The next Balaur meeting would be held again in Hong Kong in 99 days, where the next Dragon Lord would then be elected and the will would then be dealt with. 

The direct heirs began to move busily. Their thoughts were, ‘Anyway, whether it be me or my brothers, considering my age, there’s no chance of being elected as the next Lord.’ Hurry up and find the culprit!’ 

Meanwhile, the Princess of Endelion sealed the rod underground in the Kai Tak terminal owned by the Council. 

= Although he can not be contacted, he has been made so that any dragon who wishes can see him. = 

The sealed site was like a morgue where the flow of time was artificially stopped. =If you have any doubts about the management status, you can check it yourself at any time, so please refer to it. =

Most of the dragons, other than direct heirs, chose to remain in Hong Kong instead of returning to Rare. Everyone was busy, but it was because they judged that there was no more important agenda than the current situation. Many of them thought so.

‘The Dragon Heart will pass on to the next Lord anyway!’ He who inherited the heart of the oldest dragon without splitting it would overturn the power structure of the Earth and bee an overwhelming powerhouse in the future. Power-sensitive dragons watched the process closely or wanted to be a part of it. 

As a result, in Hong Kong, a contest between the candidates who voted for the road position was scheduled to take place. Even dragons who would not have shown interest in the past jumped in. ‘Blair, we will be staying in Hong Kong for a while.’ 

Jenkinson, too, decided to remain in Hong Kong with his men and ‘witnesses’. After careful consideration, he decided to take over the legacy of Lord. take part in the petition He judged that Caliether was also intent on entering the fray. Today’s stand-alone was probably an attempt to force abstention by offering various conditions in return. If it was her personality that he had heard about, it would remain that way. 

Worst case scenario, one might get into a fight. Jenkinson, who was prepared to go there, couldn’t help but be embarrassed when the polymorph opened the hotel door and entered. As expected, Caliether did not e with a waiver of candidacy. Instead, he held a bottle of fine wine and two wine glasses.

Jenkinson made a questioning expression. “Why did you bring that?”

Caliether answered without a single brow twitch. From the moment he appeared, he remained expressionless. “Why? To drink.” 

At this, he set the glass on the table. From there, the cork was pulled out. After pouring the drink with a calm hand, he held it out. “I will.” 

Had she been human, she would have suspected a poisoning attempt, but Jenkinson wasn’t concerned about anything else. Dragons were invincible. And when the dragon polymorphed, it chose only the strengths of its main body and the strengths of the transformed species. Therefore, now both of them were immune to any poison, and at the same time, they could enjoy the aroma and taste of wine that could not be properly felt in the dragon state. 

Taking a sip as remended, Jenkinson’s eyes widened slightly. Then he sighed in admiration. “…That’s good.” 

“This masterpiece was born after decades of torturing the dwarf slaves at my winery. Money is effective for shackles and subordination to me, but fear is effective for extracting better results.” 

When he said such a thing, it was natural to put on a social smile, but Caliether was still expressionless. The point at which he finally brought up his business was when both of them had emptied about half a bottle without a word. “Are you going to be a candidate?” 

Jenkinson answered without hesitation. “Perhaps.” 

This was because it had been a long time since he made a decision. It was not out of the question that Lord had mentioned his name in his will. There were some dragons who regarded the deceased as an eccentric who couldn’t deal with them, but surprisingly, they were popular among some classes. Therefore, there would be those who would support Jenkinson depending on the retention of the Lord. 

Then, Caliether pointed out. “It won’t be easy. Some elder dragons are joining forces. If you run for greed, you and I will both be destroyed, so let’s support one person first and share the fruit later.” 

How would you share your future achievements? His plans were different. The Dragon Lord said in his will that there was a reason why the heart should not be split, but there were also elder dragons who regarded it as just a remendation. After supporting the candidate and helping them, they planned to split the dragon’s heart with him. On the other hand, those who interpreted the will literally decided that the elect should absorb it entirely. Dragons used magical energy as their source of life. 

If one were to fuse it onto your heart, their lifespan will increase and they would be reborn as a stronger individual. After that, the dragons that cooperated would then receive a suitable payment other than the heart. However, none of the old dragons approached Jenkinson in solidarity. Caliether, knowing that, looked deeply into her eyes and asked. “If you bee a Lord and get a dragon heart, what will you do? Are you going to disregard the will and split it up and dispose of it? Or absorbed entirely? Or… are you going to offer the mittee as collateral to get a loan of even a large amount of talent?” 

The choice she was talking about was actually a story going back and forth between the elder dragons, and knowing that, Jenkinson showed even stronger disgust. “No, I’ll think about what to do with it after I bee the next Lord.” 

It didn’t mean that he was indecisively procrastinating because I was still lost. “I think there is a reason Lord left such a will. do you know He did many strange things while he was alive, but none of them were useless, after all.” 

“…” Caliether waited in silence for the next word without menting on it. “If you don’t split the dragon heart, there’s a reason you should never do that. Can I just swallow it whole without splitting it? That’s an overly expedient idea. In my opinion, not dividing means not even damaging.” 

To Jenkinson, who expressed her opinion like that, Caliether seemed to be talking with unwavering eyes. “Then why did I tell you not to damage the rod?” “

Dragon hearts as a resource do not lose their absolute value per unit area even if they are broken into thousands of pieces. Just like gold or magic stones. But the heart we’re talking about now probably means otherwise. If so, I think it goes beyond a resource that has value for its existence itself and is more like an object with a specific function.” 

“Function?” 

“From my point of view, Lord’s dragon heart is like a tool arranged for a certain task. If it is damaged, it will lose its value as a tool. I agree with the opinion that he had no intention of passing it on to his children in the first place. It seems that this will was written with the intention of handing over my heart to the next Dragon Lord and hoping that he would do something for me with it. This hypothesis is the most loaded. Many old dragons dismissed him as a bizarre person during his lifetime and did not interact deeply in the private realm. Because of this, I don’t know what kind of dragon he was. But I am different.” 

Rod had similar tendencies to Jenkinson, and the two of them usually got along well. As Minjun had already witnessed, Jenkinson grieved over Lord’s death as much as the dragons with whom he was related by blood. The ancient dragon of the North Sea then asked in a calm voice. “With that dragon heart, what do you want the next Lord to do?” 

“I don’t know. Perhaps you will know the moment you hold the dragon heart? That’s Rod’s way. I’ve always loved riddles, and I don’t think too many dragons need to know this kind of secret. You know the temper of dragons well.” 

“Are you going to follow Lord’s will?” 

“Can’t you hear it until now? The dragon heart will be in a state that I can’t arbitrarily dispose of anyway. It’s true that I want to be the next Lord, but Dragon Hearts are just a by-product. It’s more like work than treasure. I’m prepared for that and I’m going to run.” Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at – “ ”

It was the exact opposite of what the other ancient dragons thought. They regarded the dragon heart as the primary focus and Rodjik as an acpanying incident. 

“…” Caliether spoke after a moment of silence. “I agree with that idea.” 

As if he had made up his mind, a strong light flashed in his eyes. Then, unexpected words followed. “I don’t suggest. If you agree to one condition, I and the dragons in Europe under my influence will support you as the next Dragon Lord.” 

“·······?!” It was an unexpected reaction for Jenkinson.

“What, didn’t you intend to run for a road seat?” 

“Don’t you think it’s crazy? My child is still a hatchling.” 

“Then why?” 

The other elder dragons did not want to ally with Jenkinson. It was because they knew that his thoughts were so different in the first place. Caliether answered his question. “Because I think you’re the only one who properly understands the maintenance of the lord among the dragons who are now setting up as candidates.” 

His answer left a lasting impression. Was he that to him and Rod? He tried to search his memory, but nothing came to mind clearly. 

“Actually, his ideas didn’t sit well with me. It was because he was obsessed with details that other dragons ignored. Should I say that the feelers are too long and wide? A typical example is Ojilap, who tries to take care of other races besides dragons. I couldn’t understand why they put so much effort into parts that depended on a few pennies of wages. For those less than us.”

Jenkinson frowned slightly. Before he could open his mouth, Caliether spoke again first. It was still an indifferent tone. “So I didn’t like it. However···” 

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke. “Looking at the contents of this will, it seemed that ‘we’ were also helped by that excessive feeler, so I kept getting nervous.” 

Jenkinson recalled the facts mentioned in her will, even though she, too, was not her direct heir. 

-Leave a private art museum in Amsterdam to Caliether, the sapphire dragon of the sea dragon family. Hope her child is happy. 

Seeing that, he wondered. Why did she bother to mention her child, who had no blood relation to Rod? 

“Anyway, the condition is this.” The words that followed broke Jenkinson’s thoughts. 

“Among the items to be discussed at this Balaur meeting, is that mutant dragon? A mixture of a spider and a dragon.” 

“It should be seen as a hybrid rather than a mutation.” 

“I want you to hand over all the results of your research on that monster so far. Beyond what was originally intended to be disclosed to the Balaur Council, everything you found out.” 

Raw data contained intellectual properties such as Jenkinson’s own unique magic formula, so he had no intention of revealing it to other dragons. Originally, that was. He asked why he wanted it, but the other individual didn’t answer. Jenkinson weighed his proposal in his mind.

The bottom line was that it was a worthwhile deal. As a result, Jenkinson secured the votes of Caliether and his dragons in Europe. It was a small but sure first step towards being the next Dragon Lord.

*** 

Minjun asked the dragon while hiding his true feelings. “What are you doing up to here?” 

“I’m about to propose a deal.” Lord’s eldest son, Kentius, said that and put on a disapproving expression. Minjun could clearly see through his mind. He then concluded that there was no choice but to do this.

. Rather than being afraid of Minjun, the mittee felt unfortable. As if to prove that, the arrogance did not disappear from Minjun’s eyes. It was guaranteed that the other party would not be able to refuse this offer. ‘That’s the problem with young dragons. I haven’t achieved or collected anything so far, and the biggest achievement is that I was born as a dragon, so I obsess over it and rely on myself to fill my pride. Those who can’t objectively see their position yet.’ 

In front of a young dragon who mistook a sense of belonging for self-esteem, Minjun spoke, all while letting go of his pretense.

“It’s a deal. What can I give you?” 

“You must have thought I came to take away your father’s inheritance, right? That private vault. But I’m not that desperate a dragon. Of course… among my half-brothers, there are those who are in a different position.” 

It was an indication that among those who were watching Minjun in this city, there was a dragon aiming for the cube he had. However, as if he was different, Kentius spoke with a leisurely smile. “Just take that.” 

It was an expression of great favor. Minjun did not bother to point out that he had obtained it legitimately according to Lord’s will. “Instead, this is what I want.” 

From there, a spark flickered in his eyes. “My direct relatives, including me, must find the culprit who killed Lord. have to pete with each other. Your service is needed in the process.” 

Self-contradictory babbling then ensued. “I heard rumors. You’re pretty good at miscellaneous skills, aren’t you? A plicated skill that is so insignificant that Balaur doesn’t pay much attention to it and doesn’t even bother to learn it. It’s pretty useful for searching for evidence or tracking down criminals. I guess… the culprit is someone who has nothing to do with the mittee in the first place.” 

“…?” 

“We will talk about this in detail after holding hands.” 

Feeling curious, Minjun decided to listen some more. “What can I get for helping you?” 

At this, Kentius showed his teeth and laughed. “Freedom.” 

“…?” 

From there, Minjun crossed his arms. He stood still, leaning against the sink. Then he asked in a sullen tone. “Are you saying you’re going to give me my severance pay instead?” 

“Why not? I’m supposed to divide and inherit Lord’s property anyway. If I get a dragon heart on top of that, I will bee the richest person on earth. That money is enough to pay off severance pay or something. Is it about 300,000 talents?” 

The prisoner once again suppressed his irritation. “I-I don’t know if you know…”

“I know, special gift tax.” 

“·······?!” 

“Of course, I have no intention of throwing that huge tax money into the mittee’s pocket. I mean, I have a plan.” 

At this, Minjun thought quietly. This proposal was not intended to e from that soft head. Not only was he aware of the special gift tax, but he also mentioned how to circumvent it. Regardless of whether such a thing really existed or not, the concept itself must be an area outside of Kentius’ narrow worldview. 

Minjun changed his mind. This wasn’t something you did alone. It was clear that someone was holding out behind me. Perhaps another dragon much older than Kentius. Minjun replied in a calm voice. “I think the story will be long. Did you have dinner?” 

“…?” 

“Shall we have lunch together and coordinate the details?” 

At this, Kentius’ expression brightened as if he thought it was positive feedback. Minjun looked at his transformed body. The characteristics of dragons and humans were far different from each other. The dragon readily replied. “Good. I happened to polymorph into a human body, so a human-style restaurant would be nice. There is a place I know around…” 

“It’s a sensitive story, but I don’t think it’s necessary to go out. I don’t know if it’s normal, but there’s too much happening around here right now.” 

In Minjun’s hand, he was holding a black frying pan that he had taken out before he knew it. “As you said, there are quite a few miscellaneous skills that I have learned, but there is one that stands out among them.” 

At this, the dragon asked with a puzzled expression. “What?” 

Minjun then spoke with a calm façade, eyes brimming with confidence. “To be honest, I am better at cooking than looking for evidence or chasing criminals.”