The morning sun rose, and the light sprinkled over the vast green forests at the foot of the mountains, penetrating through the gaps in the dense leaves, casting small patches of light on the black earth.
The cool morning breeze rustled the leaves, dispelling the mist that hung over the forest canopy, and the calls of countless unknown birds blended into a chorus.
The villages at the foot of the mountains, inhabited by True Dragon dependents such as the Centaur and Kobold, were still asleep, with only a few teams of vigilant sentries quietly patrolling.
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang,
At this moment, a series of noisy tremors came from the mountain, as if a Giant was dragging an iron chain through the mist-shrouded mountains, the sound of the iron chain colliding and rubbing against the solid rock.
Occasionally, a few angry roars came from the depths of the clouds and mist, like the low growl of a Giant, and upon closer listening, it sounded like the deep roar of a True Dragon.
This commotion was like the bells that chimed punctually every day from the tall clock tower in the Goldsea City, waking up the quiet morning village.
The villages that were still in slumber seemed to come alive instantly, one by one, half-naked Centaur Warriors walked out of their houses, stretching their waists that had to endure battles every night.
One by one, Kobolds barked and ran out of their small wooden houses; many newly born Kobolds had much stronger physical talents than the previous generation of Kobolds.
The vitality they exuded also surpassed that of the previous generation of Kobolds, so they started running around everywhere early in the morning.
There was also the Green Goblin camp; although Goblin bang bang had not improved the steam engine and magic furnace in a short time.
However, the resources of the Dragon Clans Territory had been purposefully tilted towards this area, and several intelligent Goblins were favored by the True Dragon and were forming a merchant group organization belonging to the True Dragon.
These obvious changes also elevated the status of these Green Goblins, making them no longer as humble as before; they were gradually regarded as normal members of the territory.
Moreover, under the iron and blood stick education of the Kobold, these Green Goblins also gradually learned to obey order and were no longer as chaotic as wild Goblins.
Only the Ogre camp was driven out early in the morning by human artisans leading a team of Dragon Guards, who wielded whips to force out all the Ogre slaves capable of labor.
These Ogres and slaves of other races were mixed together and had to build castles for the True Dragons every day.
At the foot of the mountains, smoke rose from chimneys, and the sounds of human voices gradually increased.
On both banks of the distant river, windmills and waterwheels for irrigating fields stood in abundance, creaking and turning leisurely in the gentle morning breeze.
Humans, more diligent than these dependents, were already active in the cultivated fields.
After harvesting crops such as wheat and chestnuts in autumn, they still needed to clear the land and then plant new seeds.
The climate here is warm year-round and never freezes, so even newly reclaimed wasteland in its first year can yield two or three harvests annually.
However, these farmers were working to transform the original land into paddy fields to plant a newly introduced grain crop from the distant southern continent: rice.
This grain crop was presented 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 over three hundred catties of gold.
And the warm, water-rich banks of the Golden River basin became the most suitable area for cultivating this grain crop.
Several farmers with nearby fields worked shirtless, swinging hoes to dig up the field ridges, their sweat dripping like rain.
Only the women were slightly more conservative, but they too had their arms bare and their trouser legs rolled up high.
When they felt tired, they stopped and sat down on the field ridge ladder. Regardless of gender, they gathered together.
The women each took out their prepared gourds or waterskins, or various other types of water bottles, took a big gulp, then handed them to their men, and began to chat and laugh.
"Hey, Saiding, how much grain did your family harvest this year? I see your family's wheat grew very well."
A dark-skinned farmer wiped the sweat from his body and asked with a smile to a farmer with yellow hair and a short brown beard.
"Hehe, it's the first year, so the land isn't ripe yet. One hector of land only yielded about three hundred catties of wheat. Counting all the land, this year we probably harvested about eighteen hundred catties of grain."
The yellow-haired, brown-bearded farmer Saiding smiled, his expression filled with satisfaction.
In the first year of reclamation, most of the time was spent on land preparation.
Saiding's family, with two laborers, had opened up a total of three mu of arable land in the first year.
Based on a yield of three hundred catties per mu, they could harvest nine hundred catties of wheat per season.
The first year was only enough for two plantings, so a final harvest of eighteen hundred catties of grain was just right.
"Hey, my family's harvest is roughly the same, not much different from yours, just half a mu more than your family, haha,"
The dark-skinned farmer laughed loudly. No matter the social class, people always like to compare themselves inadvertently, and these farmers were no exception.
However, more than that, it was the joy of harvest and the anticipation of the future.
"Ah, but this season is hard to say. They want to convert the land into paddy fields to plant those rice grains. I don't know if the yield will be as good as wheat."
Although Saiding expressed worry, his expression remained unchanged.
"Don't worry, anyway, we don't need to hand over grain for now. No matter how bad it is, it's much better than before. In my opinion, these True Dragons are much better than those noble lords who only know how to exploit us,"
The dark-skinned farmer said casually.
Saiding nodded. The current days were solid and full of hope for them. He now supported the rule of these True Dragon s more than anyone else.
Now, the various True Dragons that frequently soared across the sky were not only not scary in their eyes, but also seemed very majestic.
Many new-generation human liked to stick two twigs on their heads, acting as their True Dragon horns, and the more True Dragon -like the twigs were, the more majestic they seemed.
"Hey, have you heard? Some time ago, the Dragon clan caught a Giant who was harming the territory. They locked this man-eating Giant in the mountains, and the occasional cries heard every morning are from this Giant."
At this point, the topic had already shifted, guided by the woman next to Saiding, towards gossip.
"It's not a Giant," another strong, burly farm woman interjected,
She said mysteriously, "I heard from those Kobolds that the one caught and imprisoned by the True Dragons is another True Dragon, a powerful Red Dragon."
"As long as you are at the foot of the mountain, on a clear day, when the clouds and mist on the mountain are blown away by the wind, you can see that tens-of-meters-long Red Dragon, chained by iron chains thicker than a True Dragon."
"Ah," the dark-skinned farmer asked with a puzzled expression, "Isn't that chained Red Dragon also a True Dragon? Why would the Dragon clan capture and chain him?"
"Fool," Saiding finally found an opportunity and blurted out, "Among True Dragon s, there are good ones and bad ones, just like among humans there are good people and bad people."
"This Red Dragon must have done something wicked, just like those evil Chromatic Dragons, trying to plunder our territory, which is why he was caught by the true Dragon lords. Damn him, don't let me see this Red Dragon, otherwise, I'll have to give him a good whack on the butt with my dung fork."
Farmer Saiding's boast made all the gathered farmers burst into laughter, their laughter carried far away by the morning breeze.
"Unless that Red Dragon is a Female True Dragon, Saiding, your dung fork will be as useful as your big stick, hahaha!"
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Roar,
"Let me go! I, Kadilos, am a noble True Dragon, a distinguished Red Dragon! Isn't it enough that you enslave me, damn you, Kalon! I want to see you, Kalon! You dare to lock me up, why don't you dare to see me?!"
A deep True Dragon roar emanated from the mountains, filled with anger, frustration, and humiliation.
Even creatures who didn't understand Dragon Language could discern these emotions from the True Dragon's roar.
At this moment, the Young Red Dragon Kadilos, rumored by ordinary people to be tens of meters long, had iron rings around his limbs and neck. Several thick, long red iron chains were locked to these rings at one end, and deeply hammered into the solid mountain rock at the other end.
He was like a chained hound, at the highest peak of the mountains.
He guarded the nest for the owner of the mountains, that hateful Young Red Dragon.
This made the always arrogant Young Red Dragon feel deeply humiliated. Every day, the first thing he did upon waking up was to roar and yell, dragging his long chains through the mountains like a defeated dog.
"Kalon, you have already learned the True Dragon's Favor and made an enslavement contract with that Red Dragon. Why don't you just release that noisy Red Dragon? He's been making noise in the mountains all day, making it hard for everyone to sleep in. Anyway, with the enslavement contract, he wouldn't dare to defy the will of the True Dragon Group."
At this time, the True Dragon Group gathered in the orchard that Green Dragon Anta Jiena had been continuously expanding.
On one hand, the True Dragon Group all felt that the Young Red Dragon Kadilos was too noisy; on the other hand, Kalon needed to explain some things to these True Dragon s because he was about to enter other planes.
This was also equivalent to the highest council within the territory, the True Dragon Group Council.
Even the supreme ruler of the territory was present, except for Bronze Dragon Alina, who was busy in the distance.
Kalon was lazily sprawled under a pear tree at this moment, his posture languid.
His massive body was curled up like a large cat, using his long tail as a cushion for his broad chin.
The other True Dragon s were all lazily sprawled around the Red Dragon.
Only Alfred, for whom this kind of daily True Dragon gathering was relatively new, directed two Pixies flying around to peel an orange for him, while craning his neck and looking around.
Kalon scratched his somewhat itchy teeth with a True Dragon claw. He really wanted to bite something to grind his teeth at that moment.
However, he still suppressed the thought and looked at Black Dragon Rosani, who had just spoken.
The current True Dragon Group is wealthy, possessing sufficient food and their respective treasures, and these treasures can, to some extent, also help the True Dragon grow.
Therefore, even the weakest Black Dragon Rosani and the White Dragon camid in the Dragon clan had now reached nine meters in length.
However, Black Dragon Rosani remained slender, which is a characteristic of Black True Dragon s themselves.
In the future, Black Dragons will increasingly resemble skeletons, and in Kalon's eyes, they are undoubtedly an ugly type of True Dragon.
Kalon shook his head slightly. He had been unconsciously influencing the Young Dragons in the True Dragon Group since childhood.
In a certain sense, this Red Dragon was the enlightener for these Young Dragons, guiding them to develop ideas that did not exist or had never been present in their Dragon bloodline inheritance.
"In human society, every man is the pillar of the family. Women and children can be careless, but men can never be so."
Kalon said with a very serious expression, "And we are all the pillars of the Dragon clans Territory, and we cannot make such mistakes."
"Of course, humans are not omnipotent, nor are True Dragon s, but we can try our best to avoid making such mistakes. Rosani, until we have confirmed for a period of time that the Young Red Dragon named Kadilos has a way to break this spell, we cannot let our guard down."
Kalon did not tell these Young Dragons his plans.
Even for these Chromatic Dragons, treating a True Dragon as a Dragonborn manufacturing machine and extracting Evil Dragon Blood was too evil and cruel.
But once he decided to do something, he didn't need to ask for others' opinions, and once he completed it, the True Dragon Group would naturally become his accomplices and naturally accept it.
The Black Dragon Rosani nodded honestly. After enduring hardships together, these True Dragon s' trust in Kalon had reached an extremely high degree, and facts had also proven that Kalon's wisdom, standing on the shoulders of his predecessors, was correct.
Female Red Dragon Klenaya sneered, "We True Dragons don't differentiate between male and female; we only look at ability. Kalon, you must not underestimate Female True Dragons. Us Female Dragons' abilities are no worse than Male True Dragon s."
Klenaya, the Female Young Dragon, was not only stubborn but also sharp-tongued, occasionally refuting Kalon's words to maintain her self-proclaimed status as the elder sister.
Kalon ignored her; Klenaya's peculiar personality had been like that since childhood.
He simply shook the pear tree beside him, laden with abundant fruit, with his thick Dragon claws, opened his large mouth to catch a few falling fruits, and savored their sweetness.
Kalon liked fruit, but not those that needed peeling.
Although for a True Dragon's appetite, eating the peel along with the fruit was not an issue, the taste was far from pleasant.
Now, Kalon's meals were always prepared according to the nutrient combinations required for Kalon's growth and development, as determined by the sub-brain cluster.
In the sub-brain cluster's analysis, Kalon only needed to consume two hundred white-horned wild cattle from the grassland to enhance some of his body's toughness.
If paired with some fish, the calcium, phosphorus, iron, and other nutrients contained in the fish meat were more suitable for the Red Dragon's body, which was currently undergoing rapid development.
Trace element supplementation from some fruits was also necessary for the Red Dragon, so Kalon now consumed pounds of fruit daily to ensure his rapidly developing body received balanced nutrition, preventing any deficiencies or shortcomings.
"Kalon," Alfred crawled over like a large lizard, squeezing in.
"The first batch of printed books has been bound and put on sale, but the sales volume in Golden City hasn't been increasing; only some traveling bards and curious merchants are buying them."
"As for sales in other places, I estimate they won't be much either, as we've only just set up and haven't had time to develop yet,"
Alfred looked a bit worried, feeling that perhaps his own ability was insufficient, that he hadn't done well enough.
Kalon nodded; in his view, this was normal.
The territory had just gotten on track, and everyone was busy earning a living, with little energy for culture and entertainment.
Even for culture and entertainment, they preferred to find those soft and lovely ladies to have a drink and chat with.
"Don't worry, Alfred, everything we're doing now is just laying the foundation for the future," the Red Dragon's calm demeanor and words offered some comfort to the Red Copper Dragon, who was eager to achieve results.
"All of this requires time to yield the results we desire. Don't be impatient, Alfred. Steadily follow our goals, and time will always be on our side."
Kalon lazily stretched out his wing and patted the Red Copper Dragon's shoulder as a gesture of comfort.
Alfred, encouraged by the Red Dragon, quietly shrank back, opened his mouth, and swallowed dozens of oranges peeled by two Pixie, a satisfied expression on his face.
Blue Dragon Dos squeezed over, his Blue Dragon horn marred with scratches from his own claws, a troubled expression on his face.
He said, "Kalon, the three hundred full sets of armor to be delivered to the Gnolls have been delayed, and now only about a hundred sets have been completed. You Ge, the Gnoll, has already come to me complaining, but I can't do anything; I don't know how to forge armor."
The Red Dragon's brows furrowed slightly.
You Ge, the Gnoll's three hundred Centaur Warrior had long been selected, along with six hundred Kobold Soldiers as auxiliary guards, but the armor had been delayed for so long.
"I know that artisans forge armor slowly, but didn't I tell Dwarf Kargon about the small method of assembly line production? Why hasn't the armor been forged yet after all this time?"
Kalon's tone was somewhat displeased; in his opinion, such a minor matter should be resolved quickly.
Blue Dragon Dos shook his head, saying, "I summoned Dwarf Kargon, the artisan, and asked him. He said that, well, although the small method of assembly line production is convenient, because no unified specifications have been set, the less skilled blacksmith apprentices of various races cannot precisely forge armor that can be properly pieced together."
"Many parts are either too large or too small, too wide or too thick. He can't do anything about it. These artisans all need long periods of practice and training. Moreover, Dwarf Kargon has already written to his clansmen, hoping to bring a few more Dwarf over to help him."
The Blue Dragon's tone was also somewhat helpless.
If he were to simply form a family like other True Dragons and live a primitive life, it would be fine.
But once he wanted to step onto the path of civilization, he suddenly felt that almost everything required his personal attention.
The Blue Dragon already missed the carefree days of his childhood, when he only knew how to eat, drink, and play. As for power, he felt somewhat weary of it.
Kalon also felt a bit helpless.
He believed his time should be spent exploring the world, exploring power, and exploring magic, not wasted too much on governing the territory.
But having already decided to establish a civilization ruled by Giant True Dragon, he couldn't just abandon it.
After some thought, Kalon conceived 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 insoluble problems or important major events would the True Dragons step forward to deal with them.
This also aligned with the Bronze Dragon Alina's suggestion to the Dragon clan: to quickly establish the territory's kingdom system and administrative structure.
"We still need more talent, more population," Kalon thought.
For the lazy True Dragons, establishing a territory almost from scratch was truly a headache for the Dragon clans leader.
And these Chromatic Dragons were not like those good True Dragons, such as the Gold Dragons, who could rely on their reputation and naturally possess a basic level of trust and goodwill from other races.
"Let's openly recruit from the world," Kalon said.
"We can recruit talent without restrictions; anyone with relevant abilities can come to the territory for assessment and appointment, regardless of race.
Even a Slime, as long as it abides by the will of the True Dragon and the laws of the territory, can be employed."
"Later, when the talent cultivated within our territory grows, we can decide whether to replace or reappoint them. For now, we should first ensure the territory operates normally and smoothly."
"As for the armor, let's give Kalon some time for now.
Anyway, my laboratory isn't built yet, so there's no need to rush," Kalon stated.
Blue Dragon Dos nodded and left contentedly.
He no longer had to listen to Dwarf Kargons loud voice or see Yug, the Gnoll, acting like a victim.
Subsequently, the True Dragon all threw the difficult problems they couldn't solve to Kalon.
Kalon had no choice but to suppress the irritation in his bloodline and respond to each one.
As Kalon's bloodline grew, the influence from the Evil Dragon Blood also became stronger.
However, Kalon was already familiar with taming his Evil Dragon Blood, but occasional restlessness was unavoidable.
Even the legendary Buddha would sometimes be moved, let alone Kalon, this Red Dragon.
After receiving Kalon's answers, the other True Dragons successively returned, only the Green Dragon Antagena , unreservedly lay down next to the Red Dragon's scales, boldly and freely inhaling the male aura and sulfurous smell from the Red Dragon's body.
As her bloodline gradually matured and the True Dragon's reproductive functions slowly developed, the Green Dragon Antagena was clearly somewhat restless.
She naturally regarded the strongest dragon in the Dragon clan as her courtship object, though it was currently the Green Dragon continually making overtures to the Red Dragon.
Kalon made no other movements, merely lay there lazily, then announced the meeting adjourned.
The Red Dragon's composure greatly impressed Alfred, who was standing nearby.
"Tsk, if I had such a beautiful and magnificent body as Kalon, then Alina would surely throw herself into my arms like this Young Dragon," Alfred couldn't help but fall into a certain fantasy.
The other True Dragons successively left the orchard, either returning to their nests in the mountains or continuing to endure the pain that Chromatic Dragon should not bear—the responsibilities of the territory.
Kalon was the last to leave, and he was usually the first to arrive.
But as he stepped out of the orchard gate, Kalon discovered Fafna, the Ogre Giant, standing quietly not far away.
Fafna had clearly been waiting there for a long time; the twilight dew had already stained her thin dress, revealing her full, shapely curves.
Fafna had also grown a bit taller during this time; the Giant ogre, who had always possessed an alluring charm, now resembled a plump, ripe, juicy peach, as if a gentle squeeze would make this ripe peach ooze with nectar.
"Fafna, do you also have something to report to me?" Kalon stopped, lowered his head, and looked down at the exquisitely beautiful female demon.
The Red Dragon's bloodline roared, urging Kalon to forcefully possess this stunning beauty, but Kalon merely treated it as a mosquito buzzing.
Kalon now was close to being able to control his instincts with his will.
As long as he had no desire, his body's instincts could only subside, but as long as Kalon had a desire, even if his body was weak, his body's instincts could still rise.
This was similar to Kalon's bloodline talent—[Mind Overclocking]—both reaching a level of body control far beyond ordinary people.
"I have nothing particular to do; as a female slave, I simply felt I should come to pay my respects to you, my King,"
Fafna moved gracefully, her words like a soft whisper.
She slowly swayed her body as she walked before Kalon, then bowed respectfully.
Completely disregarding her full, white, moon-like peach-like curves, which were subtly revealed through the sheer fabric to the Red Dragon's keen sight.
Kalon looked at the enchanting Fafna before him; her long, white fingers and crystal-clear, round toes were painted with pink nail polish, further highlighting Fafna's jade-like skin tone.
And between the Red Dragon's nostrils, he smelled a unique fragrance.
This fragrance was not the scent of any spice or perfume, but rather the natural scent of Fafna's body itself.
The Red Dragon's pupils gleamed.
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 such things.
Even if you offer your body, I will not think more highly of you because of it."
The Red Dragon's lips revealed his stark white fangs, and he laughed, "Fafna, your status is determined by your ability!"
The Giant ogre Fafna raised her head, turning her beautiful face towards the Red Dragon.
Her bare, crystal-clear jade arms embraced the Red Dragon's foreleg, squeezing her full, bursting chest out of shape.
Her moist, large eyes blinked, and a sentence full of endless imagination and temptation escaped her pink lips, like a lazy sigh after some intimacy.
"Ah, my King, my Master, what if Fafna herself wants to please you!"
Whoosh.
The massive Red Dragon lowered his head, sniffing the suddenly intensified fragrant aura on the Giant ogre .
He opened his large mouth and chuckled softly, "Fafna, provoking a Red Dragon like this is not something you should do.
I don't mind eating you!"
For Kalon, he didn't mind venting some of his desires on the Giant ogre.
For most creatures, the separation of desire and emotion was also quite normal.
"Ah, Master," the Giant ogre Fafna's beautiful face showed a look of alarm, and she softly cried out, twisting her plump, rounded body, "How will you 'eat me'?"