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Chapter 23 Has the world changed?
Five years ago, the answer to this question would have been obvious.

Ten years ago, this question wouldn't even exist.

When he realized he was wavering between his people and himself, Gru understood that he was getting old.

Twenty years ago, he dared to lead his brothers to wear basic magic crystal armor and fight against a near-legendary villain. That was the battle that made him famous, a battle he still dreams about in the middle of the night.

In order to fit into the latest standard combat armor for the city-wide exercise last month, he spent a lot of money to hire a pharmacist and buy three fast-acting weight loss pills.

In an instant, a surge of anger overwhelmed Gru's mind.

He didn't want to just admit that he was getting old.

He imagined doing his job cleanly, beautifully, and brilliantly, just like in the past, to gain the favor of his superiors and, with a few small gifts, to make the final leap in his career and officially escape the quagmire of the downtown area.

But this would mean he would have to reconcile with the group of half-elves who were about to attack, at least temporarily on the surface, to get through the situation.

But Gru doesn't want to reconcile.

If it weren't for that foolish half-elf who suddenly appeared, he could have remained focused on his work, waiting for the next opportunity.

In this way, perhaps after a few more years, he will realize his aging and feel his powerlessness, and then turn his attention to the good young men of the human race.

For the first time, Gru Litt, a well-known peacemaker and master of mediating disputes, found himself so disliking someone.

But it seems that... he can't do anything for the time being.

Even though he is aware that he is getting old, he still cannot give up his own interests to benefit his tribe.

After all, he was still unwilling to accept it.

It hasn't come to the point where all our spirits have been worn down, and we can only rely on the remnants of our youth to get by.

He glanced at the red dragon who hadn't left yet, and as if recalling something, beckoned him back to the office.

Although Loren felt somewhat confused, he still followed the other party's instructions and returned to his office.

He was also curious to hear what else the director wanted to say.

“When I was young, I had a half-dragon friend who was of red dragon descent.”

After Loren closed the door, Gru slowly spoke.

He stared into Loren's eyes, his expression shifting, as if he were recalling something.

“He told me that true dragons are different from their dragon descendants; they are beings that possess naturally inherited memories.”

"They are both young and old, possessing wisdom that transcends worldly concerns."

"Young Red Dragon, if you truly possess such extraordinary wisdom, could you answer a question for me?"

Loren, who was somewhat smug after hearing the first half of the speech, thought, "That's right, this is our true dragon."

But Loren couldn't hold on much longer in the second half.

Are you serious?
I, a twenty-year-old Little Red Dragon, am here to answer your questions, you shrewd fellow who rose to the position of chief of the police station in the lower city.

I?
Me?

No, it's normal for the Dragonborn to have a bias towards us true dragons, but why do you think that way too?

Fortunately, Loren quickly realized that the other party had not come to ask for wisdom, nor did they expect him to provide any assistance.

He pulled him in only because he was currently the best person to confide in; they shared a common enemy.

Just as Loren has always believed in both his past and present lives.

People cannot be persuaded; the only one who can persuade them is themselves.

When you've already figured out how to do something, but you still don't do it.

That only means that the other option is something you'd rather do, but it doesn't align with your interests.

Loren listened quietly as the other person quickly recounted a story about a friend. His choice of Loren was undoubtedly due to the subtle tension that after today, their relationship would likely be one of chance encounters, but ultimately, no further contact.

But coincidentally, Loren just happened to know how to solve his problem.

Because his information was a level higher than that of the bureau chief in front of him, he knew that what was happening now was just the beginning.

The wood elf Denise hasn't gone home yet, judging by the time.

That person is an even more important figure.

Even though the incident has been classified as an attack by the drow elves, the real revenge of the wood elves has not yet begun!

Stop arguing about whether to trip someone up or get things done; the tsunami is coming.

What's the point of worrying about these few trivial matters at this point?

So, Loren, in a charlatan-like manner, revealed a bit of information to Gru, who was still undecided:
Do you think this is just the beginning, or the end of everything?

After saying that, Loren closed the office door and quickly left the patrol station.

Gru was left alone, pondering what Loren meant by beginning and end.

After leaving the patrol station, Loren took out the magic crystal terminal and turned it off.

Although he felt that even the half-elf inspector would not normally violate the rules and assign him a second time, what if he did?
He really didn't want to go through all that trouble.

In addition, he had also accepted the copper coins from the local official and the left ring of the magic-suppressing handcuffs, so he decided to let things escalate for a while before making any further decisions.

We need to get through these three days at least.

"Let's go back to Old Eunice's place first, pack my things, and check out at noon."

"Once Denise returns home, we can move into our new home in that demiplane."

"A log cabin in the style of a wood elf? I'm kind of looking forward to it."

As Loren pondered and organized his recent affairs, he felt that the future looked bright and promising.

Not to mention, inside his abdominal cavity, there was a pile of storage bags from the thief leader that night, and the stolen money inside hadn't even been counted yet!

The thought that he still had a lot of money to count made Loren, being a dragon, eager to return home.

Meanwhile, on the other side, after witnessing Loren being taken away by the half-elf inspector, Denise in the demiplane entered a state of anger with her face flushed red.

This was not only because Mr. Spike had helped her, but also because those guys were now not only filthy and rotten, but they had also become so slow.

According to her deduction last night, the "scapegoat" among that group should have been pushed out and committed suicide to appease the wood elves' anger.

Just like before.

They orchestrated some underhanded tactics, and it worked. Everyone tacitly agreed to it, thus expanding their influence.

If we lose, we'll find someone to take the blame, eliminate them, sever all ties, and then we can continue our cooperation.

The entire incident would then be blamed on the night elves, or drow.

then……

Mr. Spike was inexplicably taken away by a group of half-elves.

She wasn't sure if the patrol station had made another technological advancement, allowing them to trace Mr. Spike's activities to him in just one night.

Prophecy-type spells should not be applicable in this era.

But even if it really was Mr. Spike who did it, they should know that, according to everyone's current behavior, Mr. Spike should be considered one of their Wood Elf faction.

Now, not only are they trying to assassinate us, but they also intend to use the power of the Federal Patrol to detain our Wood Elf faction members, is that it?

Has everything changed in Green Leaf City?!
(End of this chapter)