Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 17 Influence
"Sure enough, those who seem innocent on the outside are actually ruthless inside."

After carefully investigating the Ye Ying family, to which Denise belonged, Loren sighed.

He then gave up trying to persuade the wood elf.

There was no other way; the other family certainly had the financial resources.

What else is there to say?

Come to think of it, this kind of personality couldn't be cultivated in this unfortunate world without absolute power and favor.

The so-called "naive and innocent" is just the ease brought about by You Rong's life. Besides, this child is neither naive nor innocent.

The Leaf Shadow Clan is the seventh branch of the Wood Elf Clan and holds two lifetime honorary council seats in Greenleaf City.

This means that the opposing family can bring out two legendary-level combatants if necessary.

Considering the longevity of the Elf race, those two legendary combatants are most likely two legendary Elves.

Even if we don't know what kind of legendary profession they are, considering the natural attributes of the Elf race, plus the funds provided by their family business, the magic crystal weapon set they created must be quite powerful.

That's what it's like to be rich.

Moreover, according to the dragons' records of the elves, the elves seem to be quite absurd and hypocritical.

They may be emotionally detached, but they are also truly vengeful.

For an immortal race, especially elves, if a child dies in an accident during an adventure, then that's it.

But the quarrel I had with someone a hundred years ago still feels like it happened just yesterday.

If Danes Leafshadow died so mysteriously at the hands of the Brotherhood of the Swifthands, the old elves could only lament the passing of yet another seed.

After all, it was his own carelessness that led to his death at the hands of petty thugs, allowing the weak to triumph over the strong, and causing him to lose face.

But when he managed to return home alive and complain to the old folks there, the nature of the whole thing changed a little.

In addition, Loren also figured out some of his previous misunderstandings about the druids.

Druids revere the way of nature, but what is nature? Gentle breezes and light rain are nature, as are thunder and storms.

The druids seemed to be much more irritable than he had expected.

They seem to have set a bottom line, or rather, a death line, in their hearts.

Before you cross the line, I will try my best to tolerate you, just like nature embraces all things.

After you cross the line, go talk to my Storm, Thunder, and Transformation!

These are the Druids, a group of extremists considered to be green terrorists.

"Looking at it this way, this person doesn't seem so outrageous after all."

Loren glanced at Denise, who was still lost in thought or perhaps pondering, shook his head, and chose to lie down on the only wooden bed in the room.

He should go to sleep now, and while he's at it, he should review the Dragon Legacy in his mind and summarize and integrate the information he received tonight.

Reviewing, organizing, and thinking about the next steps are Loren's consistent approach to life and battle.

In this day and age, most races lack practical combat experience if they don't venture into the wilderness.

After all, fighting without cause in the city violates public order, so people can only do it secretly.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for others; news of the Broken Bones Bar being burned down will soon spread.

When the inspectors arrived, they were able to discover, with their abilities, that the thieves in the house had not died in the fire, but had been seriously injured or even killed before the fire.

But what does that matter?

After all, the essence of this matter is the revenge of the forces behind Miss Wood Elf, what does it have to do with a little red dragon who came looking for a job?
You can't just frame me and close the case because I had a conflict with them this morning. They clearly died from physical harm—from a longsword, a curved sword, and a whip. What does that have to do with me, a fire mage?
This kind of handling is clearly the work of an elven assassination and retaliation squad.

What kind of elves are you asking about? Of course, it's the drow's dark elves who are stirring up trouble.

Could it be a Wood Elf that's on good terms with Greenleaf City?

We can't really investigate, what if we find something?

Loren reviewed the events while inwardly complaining.

Even if they were to use necromancy to awaken the dead souls, they could only find out that a psychic was involved in the battle.

If they were alive, they might be able to complete a subconscious profile of Loren with the help of a psionicist.

But they are dead now, or rather, dead without bones.

The soul of the dead is incomplete, and coupled with the psychological trauma they have suffered, they cannot gain anything from it.

Loren's identity as a psionicist was only revealed in the journals of the Mage Kingdom, and even then, it was under a false identity.

He didn't even claim the federal occupational subsidy for this reason, keeping it as a trump card!
They didn't even see his face, so how could they identify him?
Cuiye City can't possibly hire a legendary mage who can turn back time just to lock me up in a juvenile detention center for a few years and revoke my status as a restricted ability user, can it?
I'm still a minor!
Considering the Red Dragon's lifespan of three thousand years, he has only lived 2/300 of his life. Doing something impulsively is perfectly in line with his age!
After sorting everything out and understanding it all, Loren felt completely at peace and fell asleep peacefully.

But it wasn't so easy for Denise, the wood elf who was also in the room.

There was only one bed in the room, and Loren made no offer to give it to her or invite her to sleep with him.

She understood this perfectly, since she was only staying there temporarily, and it would also make it easier to cover up any traces should an investigation occur later.

As a high-ranking official in the city, she was well aware of the ever-evolving inspection methods employed by the patrol stations, and it was always good to be on guard.

But understanding doesn't mean she's willing to accept it.

No matter what, she was in an abnormal state after being drugged. Would you mind giving her a little something in return?

Can I decline?
Mr. Spark, you're not warm at all!

Denise was a little sullen, but she still crawled into her little burlap sack.

She wasn't that delicate. He was indeed a nobleman, but she was more of a druid.

A druid who has spent decades in the wild.

She has slept in all sorts of environments in the wild, so a mere burlap sack is actually quite nice.

What she was more worried about was something else: the guys' last stand.

When news of the destruction of the Equal Speed ​​Hands Brotherhood spreads, those who actually fought among them will surely panic.

In a state of panic, the other party might do something irrational.

Unfortunately, she is currently paralyzed and unable to move, otherwise she wouldn't have had to spend the night at Mr. Spike's residence.

The elf pondered, but gradually, perhaps due to the remaining effects of the medicine, she eventually drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, outside...

The main station of the patrol office in the lower district was brightly lit.

As the night patrol officers reported the mass stabbing and burning of bodies at the Broken Bones Bar, the entire police system in the lower city was fully mobilized.

Even in the somewhat chaotic downtown area, such a major case still sends chills down one's spine.

After all, the Federation has been established for five hundred years, and over those five hundred years, one major case after another has been solved.

The last person to commit such a major crime and provoke the inspection agency like this was a near-legendary powerhouse ten years ago.

(End of this chapter)