During the time he was locked up in the cultivation tank by Elanti as a lab rat, he had more than once heard those humans mention this thing called "Primordial Energy."
And Constantine, being a Dragon King who had lived for a very long time, naturally also knew what this Primordial Energy was.
He really hadn't expected that this group of insignificant humans could actually get their hands on such an ancient and powerful force. It truly made Constantine a bit surprised.
"Ah... Primordial Energy? Another cooperation between the Empire and the dragon race is the Primordial Energy of the extreme northern lands."
Fell said, "Star Wanderer Dragon King · Ravi and I both contributed quite a bit to this cooperation."
After a pause, he added, "Ravi even gave his life for it."
Constantine was slightly stunned, "Who did it?"
"Who else could it be," Fell didn't say it directly.
But Constantine had already guessed, "Leon Casmodeous…"
"Mm, this guy named Leon, took down several Dragon Kings who were cooperating with the Empire, one after another."
"Kid," Constantine said coldly.
"What?"
"How long were you in the extreme northern lands?"
Fell was dazed for a moment, not quite understanding why Elder Con suddenly asked this question, but he still answered honestly, "About five years, I think."
"Oh… then you really wouldn't know," Constantine muttered softly.
"Don't know what?", The curious kid asked.
Constantine snorted, "Don't know, after the Empire officially declared war on Leon, who was the first Dragon King that guy killed."
Fell (bluntly): "Who was it?"
"..."
Elder Con really wanted to ask: 'Are you doing this on purpose?'
In the end, Constantine was magnanimous and didn't stoop to the level of the junior. He sighed and said, "It was me."
Upon hearing this, Fell's flying posture clearly wobbled a bit, "Sorry, I've been in the extreme northern lands all year round and don't really keep up with the situation here."
"Mm, it's fine."
Constantine's thoughts stirred, and he asked again, "But the purpose of the Empire cooperating with us, besides delaying the end of this war, actually included the extreme northern lands as well... This is the first time I've heard of it."
"It's a very secret project, meant to find the Primordial Energy left behind by Noah."
Fell explained, "But after Ravi died, without a Dragon King skilled in spatial magic, it was impossible to pass through the ice layer of the extreme northern lands, so the cooperation was terminated."
After hearing Fell's words, Constantine thought for a moment, then asked again, "What you mean is, you've already located the Primordial Energy beneath the ice layer, but you can't get through the ice layer, right?"
"Yes."
Constantine's dragon pupils moved slightly, and a crazy idea slowly sprouted in his mind.
The pursuers were still increasing in number.
Fell flapped his wings to accelerate, and Constantine casually threw down a few fireballs to disrupt the chasing soldiers.
"To my territory, Fell."
"No problem."
The Ironwing Dragon King flapped his dragon wings, a sonic boom sounded, and he disappeared into the thick night.
At the same time, at the gate of the Empire city, on the rooftop of an abandoned low building, Tiger and Rebecca were lying in wait.
The chaos just now was fully witnessed by them from here.
"Looks like the cooperation between the Empire and the dragon race has collapsed," Rebecca said.
"Can't say it's fully collapsed, but after what happened to Constantine, I doubt any other dragon race will be willing to work with these selfish madmen of the Empire."
Tiger said, "But we shouldn't celebrate too early either. The dragon race is obsessed with revenge. When Constantine regroups, his revenge targets will not only be the Empire."
The crazy girl's mind turned quickly, "Dad, you mean… Constantine will also go after the captain?"
Tiger nodded, "But at least not for now. We still have time to come up with countermeasures."
"Mm... We're about to pass intel to the captain again."
Rebecca blinked her beautiful big eyes and added, "Let's also tell the captain about our 'Lionheart Society' thing. He'll definitely be very happy."
Upon hearing this, Tiger hesitated for a moment.
The old guy scratched the corner of his forehead, a bit embarrassed, "So we've already decided on calling it the 'Lionheart Society'... Isn't that a bit too arrogant?"
"What else? Tiger Society?"
"Then let's go with Lionheart Society."
What kind of humble, reserved organization name could a crazy girl who came up with a group called 'Old, Weak, Sick, Crippled, Pregnant' think of?
"Lionheart Society sounds super badass, and it clearly sounds like it has something to do with dragon slaying, very fitting for the captain's persona," Rebecca spoke with conviction.
"Ah alright alright, badass, badass."
Tiger slowly stood up, holding a katana, gazing into the deep night.
Then, he turned his head to look in another direction, narrowed his eyes slightly, and muttered in a low voice, "A bigger crisis is coming. You must protect yourself well, Charlotte."
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The maids of the Silver Dragon Sanctuary felt something was…
Weird.
Ever since Her Majesty the Queen and His Highness the Prince came back from attending the Saint Heath Academy's stage play with the little princesses, the atmosphere throughout the Silver Dragon Sanctuary had felt very off.
Although Her Majesty still worked her usual 9 to 5 hours, sometimes even working overtime until late at night;
His Highness also always upheld the mindset of a "helpful and good citizen starting with oneself," assisting Her Majesty in solving some external affairs troubles, such as eliminating dangerous species that strayed into the tribe.
The couple cooperated harmoniously and could be said to have redefined the old-fashioned cliché of "woman inside the home, man outside."
But, under this harmonious surface, there was a very strange undercurrent.
After several days of observation led by Anna, the head of the maid group, they were certain: Her Majesty and His Highness seemed to have entered the post-marriage cold period.
What is the post-marriage cold period?
After experiencing passionate love, marriage, childbirth, child-rearing, and then another round of passionate love, note: this second round of passion is like a dying person's "last flash of vitality."
Once this phase ends, it means their marriage has entered the cold period.
The cold period isn't scary. After all, books say this is a phase every couple, even every pair of lovers, must go through.
From talking about everything to having nothing to say, repeating the same things every day. No matter how passionate Her Majesty and His Highness were in the beginning, that passion would eventually cool down.
So why were the maids so sure the couple had entered the cold period?
The reason was simple: They, hadn't, had, any, juicy gossip, in a long time.
My favorite CP doesn't spark rumors, doesn't drop juicy drama, how am I supposed to survive?
So, as the boss of the maids and head of the CP fan club, Anna decided, "Milan, the mission to reignite the passion between Her Majesty and His Highness is yours."
Milan: ?
"Wh-why me?"
The young maid's beautiful and delicate face was full of question marks.
Although everyone hoped Her Majesty and His Highness would be as loving as before, wasn't it too much to send me to the front lines?
'If I mess up and upset those two, I'll lose my salary!'
"Because you're the only one among us who's been in a relationship."
Before Anna could speak, Shirley, who was leaning to the side, smiled and said.
She crossed her arms, looking like someone who enjoyed drama and chaos, "We've all been single for over a hundred years. How can we help Her Majesty and His Highness rekindle their passion?"
Milan quickly explained, "But I've been single for a long time too. And why is a scout from the guards hanging around the maid group anyway?"
Shirley automatically ignored Milan's second question and only responded to the first, "Even if you broke up, you've still had relationship experience, which is better than us zero-experience folks."
The young maid pouted and her face flushed red.
She was undergoing intense mental brainstorming.
After a moment, Milan sighed as if surrendering.
'Fine, if I don't go to hell, who will?'
'Reviving the glory of the Silver Dragon is my sacred duty.'
"Alright, I'll go. But you have to tell me what to do, Head Maid."
"Of course, everything's prepared."
As she spoke, Anna took out two beautifully designed tickets and handed them to Milan.
Milan accepted the tickets and looked down.
"Extreme Northern Lands Thrilling Adventure Survival Challenge... and limited edition tickets?"
"That's right. Shirley had to pull a lot of strings to get those tickets."
Milan scratched her little head, "But what does a thrilling adventure have to do with rekindling post-marriage passion...?"
"Eh, don't you understand the suspension bridge effect?"
Milan shook her head in confusion.
"The suspension bridge effect refers to when a person walks across a precarious bridge, their heart rate speeds up involuntarily. If they happen to meet someone of the opposite sex at this moment, they're likely to mistake this rapid heartbeat as romantic feelings. The same goes for the other person."
Anna explained, "So, to help Her Majesty and His Highness rekindle their old passion, we decided to gift them a thrilling and exciting journey to the extreme north!"
Listening to Anna's well-reasoned analysis, Milan couldn't help but mutter, "Head Maid, sounds like you have more experience with this kind of stuff than me..."
"Ahem, what are you saying? I'm only good at theory. The real field work is up to you."
Milan snorted softly and put away the two tickets, "Alright, I'm going. Wait for my good news."
"Mm, the entire maid group is your solid backing!"
"And the guards too," Shirley raised her hand beside her.
Milan turned around, took two deep breaths, then raised her foot and walked toward the sanctuary hall.
From behind, she really looked like she was marching to her death.
'Please don't dock my salary, please don't dock my salary, please don't dock my salary!'
She prayed silently, because chatting with Her Majesty about non-work topics could potentially disrupt this workaholic's efficiency.
Praying as she walked, Milan arrived at the hall.
Her Majesty was on the throne, handling today's work.
Looking at Her Majesty's dignified and graceful side profile, Milan swallowed nervously.
After a moment of mental preparation, she stepped up the stairs and walked toward Rosweisse.
Arriving at the side of the throne, Rossweise didn't divert any attention to glance at Milan. She continued processing the documents.
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