Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 308 Father, are you trying to trick me?

"Yes, the Black Book of the Dead is a gift from me. It is one of my collections. Since this book is of no use to me and I saw that you are interested in necromancy, I gave it to you."

Under Noah's gaze, Wayne admitted what he had done, but Teramus looked skeptical, and was obviously still very confused about Wayne's identity as the King of the Undead.

"Are you really the Demon King?"

"Yes."

Wayne, who had already been interviewed by Noah, took the initiative to propose in order to dispel the doubts of the young boy.
"If you don't believe me, I can show you around my kingdom."

"it is good."

Telramus had no idea what humility was and agreed immediately. He wanted to see with his own eyes how a living creature could become the king ruling over billions of undead.

"Father, is it okay?"

After agreeing, Telramus saw Noah again and immediately asked.

"Go and see it if you want, but after you're done, you'll have to say goodbye to your nephew."

"Are you here to take me away?"

"Yeah, you should take a break for a while."

So, Teramus, who had been strolling around the cemetery with his nephew with great interest, became a little absent-minded, even though this time was different from any of his previous explorations.

Because this time, no more undead attacked him, and many legendary undead appeared to pay tribute to him, or to be more precise, to express their submission to the nephew in front of him.

"You are actually the King of the Undead. This is incredible. How did you do it?"

When the absent-minded Xiaolong saw more and more legendary undead appearing, and even saw the Grand Duke of the Blood Clan kneeling and prostrating himself before his nephew, his attention was finally drawn back and he felt very surprised, because there was no similar record in the dragon clan heritage he had learned about.

"Of course it's because of your father. Without your father, I wouldn't be where I am now."

"It's about my father?"

"Yes, this is a very long story. Are you interested in listening to it?"

"Of course I would, if you would tell me."

"But your father is still waiting for you."

"I waited for him for eleven years."

Teramus responded.

"Haha, then let me tell you how I became the King of the Undead."

After meeting Noah, Wayne, who had suffered several setbacks in a row, couldn't help laughing. Then he happily recounted his journey of becoming the King of the Undead step by step.

He hadn't been in such a cheerful mood for a long time. More importantly, he hadn't met someone he could talk to on an equal footing for a long time, and the little dragon next to him happened to be such a person, so he didn't have to maintain the dignity of a king.

"You were able to integrate into the City of the Dead with your own abilities."

After learning about Wayne's rise to power, Tyramus couldn't help but marvel at it.
"You are awesome, nephew!"

Wayne was originally quite pleased to hear his great uncle's descendant praising him so much, but when he heard the other party calling him nephew, the smile on Wayne's face disappeared immediately.

"...With the fall of the Immortal King, I have become the most powerful being in this great cemetery. It can be said that the reason why I can get to this point today is inseparable from your father. If your father had not intervened to help me, then now would still be the era of the Immortal King."

"But you work hard enough, and you are also very good!"

Even though he knew that the source of his suffering in the past eleven years was all caused by this younger generation, Teramus knew that all of this was ordered by his father and he could not blame his nephew. He admired and revered his nephew's actions.

"You are also very good, and you have already begun to master the knowledge in the Black Book of the Dead. You are actually more suitable to be the King of the Undead than me. What do you think? Are you interested in taking over from me?"

"Don't you want to continue being the boss?"

Telramus felt a little confused, because according to his understanding, the Kingdom of the Dead was the polar overlord of the north, and even the Elf Court in Middle-earth was extremely wary of it. How could anyone be willing to let go of such a force?

"Do you think you're the only one who wants to leave this cemetery?"

Wayne stopped and looked at the dragon chick behind him.

"You have only been here for eleven years, but I have been here for more than half a century, and I don't know how long I will stay here in the future. It is endless and has no end. This cemetery is a huge cage for me."

"But aren't you the King of the Undead? There shouldn't be any undead in the cemetery that can restrain you. You can leave at any time if you want."

Telramus had already seen the power his nephew possessed in this city of the dead. The other party dared to take him around openly. Even though those legendary undead cast strange looks at them, no one dared to ask.

"I can indeed leave, but what will happen after I leave? Without my restraint, the Scourge of the Dead will break out again. I cannot sit idly by and watch such a tragedy happen because of me."

"No wonder my father chose you to be the King of the Undead."

"So, you want to take over from me?"

"I'm still too young. I can't make decisions for my future self now, so when I'm qualified to take over from you, you can ask my future self."

The Lord of Billions of Undead Souls, this position sounds quite tempting, but for Telramus, the son of the Holy Dragon, it is not too tempting. He chooses to leave this multiple-choice question to his future self to answer.

"Well, I'll ask you for the answer when you're an adult."

Wayne was surprised by the answer from Uncle Long, but he also added,
"If I haven't found the successor by then."

"Okay, but I want to go back now."

When Noah saw his cub again, his cub seemed to be in much better spirits and seemed to be getting along very well with his eldest nephew.

"Father, can we go home now?"

"of course."

Just like when Noah came, when Noah led his cub up, the journey was also smooth.

"Oh, by the way, I want to remind you of something."

When they arrived on the ground, a polar storm was sweeping in. In the flying snow, Noah looked seriously at Teramus, who was not quite adapted to the extreme cold environment.

"whats the matter?"

The young dragon subconsciously retracted its wings to cover its curled-up body and resist the severe cold of the storm. "Not long ago, I provided cross-dimensional support to your grandfather and grandmother. They were participating in a difficult war at the time. In order to persuade them to return, I informed them of the existence of you and your brother."

"So, grandparents wanted to see me and my brother, so you brought me out of the underground maze?"

"Well, it's undeniable that this is one reason. On the other hand, your mother and I miss you a little."

Noah snorted and argued.

"I believe my mother will miss me, but will you really miss me? I haven't seen you in these eleven years until today."

"You haven't seen me, but how do you know I haven't come to see you?"

"Father."

Telramus was startled, but the chick did not give the reaction Noah expected, instead it showed a look of sudden enlightenment.
"So every time I feel that survival becomes more difficult, it's because you, father, have come to see me?"

"Well, we should start our journey home now. Your grandparents are injured, so they are not in good condition. I think you should know what to say and what not to say with your intelligence. I don't need to remind you too much, right?"

Noah changed the subject without answering.

"Father, you haven't answered me yet."

Facing this chattering little brat, Noah's response was simple. He tore open the space and then threw the little guy who was still trying to find the root of the matter into it.

By the time Telramus fell dizzily from the space crack and returned to the material world, he was so dizzy that he didn't even want to speak.

Ugh~
The young dragon retched several times but couldn't vomit anything because he hadn't eaten a proper meal of meat for eleven years and basically lived on gems.

"Get yourself in shape. I'll take you to visit your grandparents later."

Noah appeared behind the little boy who was in a lot of trouble and gave him a reminder.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that sending you to the Undead Kingdom for training was suggested by one of my elders. She will be present at the time, so you should be careful with your words."

"who is it?"

After dry heaving several times, the relaxed young dragon subconsciously asked.

"You'll know then."

It is undeniable that Tairamus did have the intention of complaining. After all, who would want to let a young child suffer such a crime when he is being taken care of by his parents?

The only thing that makes him better than those abandoned chromatic dragons is that his life is guaranteed. Other than that, his living environment is so poor that even the kobolds look down on him.

However, when Telramus followed his father into the palace where many blood relatives gathered, the clever young dragon quickly gave up the idea of ​​complaining.

Because the situation at the scene was clear at a glance. Apart from his mother and grandparents, there were two golden dragons that looked to be in poor condition. Their strength was not comparable to that of his father, let alone the only human wizard present.

It was obvious who the elders his father was referring to were. That is to say, the strongest man and dragon in the palace had joined forces to cause his tragic childhood experience, and the person he wanted to appeal to was, in fact, completely incapable of redressing his grievances.

"Mother, I'm back!"

When his biological mother Agnes came to greet him, Teramus had already made up his mind to hide all his experiences in the Underworld.

Even if he told the story, it would not only fail to solve the problem, but would also add to the troubles of those elders who truly cared about him. Most importantly, his life in the future would probably not be easy.

As a dragon, you can't just focus on the present life, you also have to consider the future.

"Your father said that you went for a special training. Are you okay? Are you injured anywhere? Let me take a look!"

Agnes, who was already an adult dragon, checked every inch of her offspring's body. She could actually sense that something was wrong, but even if she objected, what would it do? She didn't have the strength to refute what her partner had decided.

"How could he be injured? Look, there's not even a broken scale on his body."

Noah spoke at the right moment.

I have to say, dragons that grow up eating gems are different. Although their scales are a little darker in color, they have a texture that ordinary golden dragon scales do not have.

“Is this our grandson?”

"Yes, come on, Terra, come quickly and meet your grandparents."

Agnes, who did not find any problems, brought her children to meet the elders.

"grandmother!"

"grandfather!"

"My good child, you must have had a very hard time during this period!"

As a mature dragon who had been active on the battlefield for a long time, Ortheya saw the problem with her grandson at a glance. That was the kind of fierce temperament that only a warrior who had experienced many battles could cultivate.

"grandmother!"

The sudden concern made Tairamus' nose sore. Looking at the kind-faced young human woman in front of him, a warmth arose in his heart. At this moment, he truly felt the love of family.

However, it is precisely because of this that Teramus chose to quibble.
"I've been having a good time."

"It's just that you live very well in some aspects. For example, you are treated very well in terms of food and accommodation, but in other aspects it is extremely bad."

As a golden dragon, Orseya obviously understood the golden dragon's talent of only telling part of the truth.
"Besides your age and size, you are still a young dragon, but your temperament is nothing like that. You are more like a warrior, a commander. What have you been through to develop such a powerful aura?"

"I've already said it. I arranged for him to be trained in a secret place. If he continues to be like those pampered youngsters, then it would be a waste of his training."

Noah interrupted again.

"Good boy, ignore your father. Come and tell grandma what you have been going through during this period of time."

Orthea glared at Noah, then comforted her grandson in front of her. She really wanted to know what kind of stupid things her son had done to cultivate the temperament of a commander in such a young dragon.

"That's right, tell us, don't worry about it."

"I have been through many battles, and during the battles, I began to use magic to enslave the enemy's soldiers, and then in turn, I fought against the invading enemy..."

Teramus glanced at his father who was already looking up at the murals on the dome, and then began to recount his own experiences, but it was a simplified version without any mention of the undead.

(End of this chapter)