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The main peak of the dragon clan.

Regina walked through the dark stone corridor and went straight into the meeting hall. The hall was empty and the candlelight was dim. Deep inside the hall, a giant black dragon was lurking. He was sitting on a huge high-backed chair with his wings folded, as motionless as a stone sculpture.

Regina half-knelt on the ground and whispered, "Patriarch, it is no surprise that the one who came to Damocles this time is Professor Iloven. In addition, Professor Feng Liting is also here. I have arranged them in Kefeng."

The black dragon slowly opened his eyes, and his pair of red eyes floated quietly in the night like lanterns.

He lowered his eyes to look down at Regina, and suddenly said in a long voice: "Feng Liting...he is here."

Regina's mind raced. Judging from the tone of the patriarch's voice, did he seem to know Feng Liting?

The black dragon slowly stood up, as if waking up to stretch his muscles, and spread out its several-meter-long black wings and trembled them. The old voice was filled with a hint of smile: "We are meeting an old friend again. I wonder what his expression will be when he sees me."

"Old...old friend?" Regina was stunned.

The black dragon had no intention of explaining to Regina. He said calmly, "You did a great job in hosting the alchemical materials fair this time. You need to pay more attention to the dwarves."

"Also, we need to strengthen the guard at the Dragon Tomb. There are many people who want to take our dragon bones. Don't let outsiders disturb the peace of our ancestors."

"Yes, Patriarch." Regina bowed her head and responded.

The black dragon smiled faintly: "And the Sword of Promised Victory, that is a perfect target, I hope it can divert their attention to the elves."

Regina is silent, the sword of vowed victory...

"Why don't we keep this sword?" Regina was a little confused. "This is also a rare treasure for us dragons."

The black dragon chuckled: "Haha, I'm not Fafnir... This sword has its own place, and when the time comes, it will point to the enemy it should point to."

The huge dragon eyes looked at the aurora in the distant sky, narrowed their eyes for a while and said calmly: "Not every sword should be held in one's own hands."

Regina frowned. She couldn't understand what the patriarch said. Did the patriarch already predict who would get the sword?

She thought for a while, but before she could come up with an answer, the black dragon, who was watching from a high place, said, "There are quite a few little ones here this time. Regina, play with them more. They are all talented and good kids. If you spend more time with them, you will grow faster."

"Uh... yes." Regina's mouth twitched slightly. Who should she play with? Li Qing, who wasted money on love affairs, or Daniel, the cemetery singer who wanted to kill her by playing a song? Thanks for the invitation.

"Go ahead." The black dragon head said gently without replying.

There was a sense of vicissitudes in his voice, and as he looked towards the aurora, the thousands of years that he had experienced flashed through his eyes.

Regina raised her head slightly and glanced at the patriarch who seemed to be lost in memories and reminiscing about the past, nodded her head in response, and turned to leave the meeting hall. After walking a distance, she couldn't help but look back again, with a thoughtful look in her eyes.

The sword of vowed victory will have its own destination, who will it be?

Pointing to the right enemy, who is the enemy the patriarch is talking about?

Regina couldn't figure it out, so she turned around and thought about the dragon tomb she had mentioned before. She decisively gave up thinking about the patriarch's ambiguous words and did the most important thing at hand. One day, she would understand the meaning of those words, wouldn't she?

She no longer stayed at the main peak, but immediately turned into a dragon and spread her wings to fly away. No matter what, she had to make all the necessary arrangements to avoid being taken advantage of by those neurotic alchemists.

On top of Kefeng.

"Come, have breakfast and replenish your little body."

Iloven was sitting in the dining room of the old castle, greeting without even looking up.

Xi Sui'an looked expressionlessly at Yi Luowen, who was sitting elegantly while flipping through the book in his hand and eating. On the dining table, in front of him was a very familiar little cake.

She looked at the dazzling array of food on the long table, then looked at the small cake, and subconsciously covered her stomach with her hands, revealing an expression as if she had a toothache.

"Oh, the dragon clan is very generous. Is this the meat of the Megalodon?" Li Qing, who arrived a step late, casually pulled aside a chair and went straight to the large plate of barbecue at hand. When the meat was cut open, the flesh and blood inside were scarlet. Li Qing cut off a small piece and put it into his mouth without changing his expression. It seemed that he was adapting well.

The elf Sylph frowned in disgust and took out a long-necked glass bottle. She would rather drink the Full Moon Pure Dew than eat these rough things. She let Li Qing eat the dragon clan's specialties by herself. The forest deer girl sitting next to her also looked like she had a hard time swallowing.

Feng Liting and Yi Luowen sat opposite each other. He slowly cut the only vegetarian food on the table. The root-like food was cut into eight pieces. Then he said to Xi Sui'an calmly, "The dragon race itself worships the ancient legacy. It's a bit rough, but the food is good. The megalodon is very effective in strengthening the body. This Posha tree root is not picky about food. You can eat it."

"That's very thoughtful. I didn't expect Regina to be so understanding." Daniel, who was sitting next to Li Qing, took away the barbecued megalodon without any hesitation, in return for a ruthless roll of the eyes from Li Qing.

Xi Sui'an sighed and said, "Okay, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. If you don't die from eating, then eat to death!"

She also sat down and started eating. The Megalodon meat tasted just like a well-done steak. The cross-section of the meat had the pink color of raw meat, and it was slightly cool in the mouth. The texture was smooth like fat, but a little hard to chew.

As the piece of meat entered her mouth, a wisp of original power quietly entered her throat, and her limbs and bones became warm. Even the somewhat decadent original core became slightly more active. She could feel the original power continuing to flow in her meridians, bringing amazing warmth.

No matter what else, just have energy!

Xi Sui'an closed his eyes and ate one mouthful after another with an expressionless face.

It took only a blink of an eye for her to go from rejection to acceptance, and the dwarf Finnian who was sitting diagonally opposite her almost dropped his jaw: Sure enough, humans are the most adaptable race of all ethnic groups!

"What are the rules for this trade fair?" Li Qing looked at Iloven and asked.

Xi Sui'an also looked over, and only then did she realize that what the other person was holding was not a book, but a notebook similar to a brochure.

"This trade fair will be held in three days, at a place called the Strange Eye Mine in the heart of the mountain range, for ten days. The theme of this trade fair is the ores of the Isolde Mountains, and 180 alchemical booths will be provided. On the last day, some of the treasured alchemical items of the dragon and dwarf tribes will be displayed." He threw the brochure on the table in boredom and said indifferently, "The resources are still quite abundant."

Xi Sui'an thought about it and felt that this format was similar to a trade fair.

"Why don't you, the Damocles Alchemy Department, take up a booth and set up a stall?" Daniel asked with a smile.

"To pave a way for those alchemists to survive, we're just buying things this time." Li Qing glanced at Daniel and said.

He wiped his mouth idly and looked at Iloven again: "Make a shopping list for me, and I will go door to door."

"..." Xi Sui calmed down. The wording sounded like gangsters.

Iloven thought for a moment and said, "You can walk around the Dragon Tribe's territory for the next two days to get familiar with the route, but be careful not to get close to these three places."

"Yes, the main peak of the Dragon Clan, the forbidden land of the Dragon Clan's mineral veins, and the Dragon Tomb." Li Qing said calmly, "Don't worry, we know everything."

Xi Sui'an tilted her head. Compared to the administrative center of the Dragon Clan, the Dragon Clan's main peak, and the economic center, the forbidden mineral vein area, she was more interested in the rumored dragon tomb.

The introduction of the Dragon Tomb in the academy is: it buries the past and future of the dragon clan, and preserves the history and heritage of the dragon clan.

It is said that at the end of the Age of Strife, the body of the greedy dragon Fafnir, who led the dragon clan to conquer (rob) everywhere and stood proudly on the top of Mount Isolde, was in the Dragon Tomb.