Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 921 - 505 Seems Like the Dragon God is Back_3

Chapter 921: Chapter 505 Seems Like the Dragon God is Back_3

Chapter 921: Chapter 505 Seems Like the Dragon God is Back_3

“The inheritance of bloodline is everlasting, the glory of our ancestors endless. I am the heir to the bloodline of my ancestors, and I shall inherit their glory. Without casting spells, without stealth, I will fight bravely. Our claws are our weapons, our scales our defense…”

After the prayer, the Little Dragon painstakingly packed up his belongings one by one. He then took out various scraps of paper, many of which bore distinct signs of tearing as if they had been haphazardly ripped from a notice board.

“The Sorcerer Alliance is offering a hefty reward for any information on the Arcane Magician Grey, depending on the significance of the information,” read the Little Dragon in a monotonous voice before explaining, “I overheard some mercenaries chatting that this Grey is a powerful Mage with the ability to discern the truth. Can she really determine what is true?”

“I don’t understand. I also wanted to learn magic when I was young, but my mother said I had no talent. Sigh, I know she doesn’t really understand talent or magic. We were just too poor, and she couldn’t afford to send me to study, so she said that.”

When the distant Grey heard the beginning, she couldn’t help but mutter to herself, “Truth negation, negation, what determination? If I could decide what truth is, I would’ve overturned the Sorcerer Alliance by now, how dare they put a bounty on me?”

But upon hearing the rest, everyone couldn’t help but feel a pang in their hearts. The way the Little Dragon talked about these things was too indifferent, as if discussing something completely unrelated. Yet, everyone could sense a deep regret in his words.

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He was only eleven or twelve now. What childhood? Isn’t this his childhood?

After speaking casually, the Little Dragon pulled out another piece of paper, “The price of grain has risen again, now up to six silver coins for one hundred pounds. That’s expensive.”

Then, he found another one, “The Sorcerer Alliance is selling a beauty skincare package. Beauty enthusiasts of all kinds are welcome to experience and purchase it. What does ‘beauty skincare’ mean?”

The pieces of paper were collected from various sources and covered an array of topics—from bounties to grain prices, then jumping to beauty care—with no discernible order. Such a chaotic mishmash of information could probably only be found on the notice board of the Mercenary Guild.

After reading the notices, the Little Dragon said, “Great Ancestor, I’m sorry, but I might not be able to visit for a long time. My mother is sick, and I need to take care of her.”

“Plus, I don’t know when that scarecrow is going to leave. The last couple of times I came here, I saw it and didn’t dare come in. Luckily I didn’t run into it this time, but I have to hurry. It would be troublesome if it came back and trapped me here.”

“Great Ancestor, it’s just me left in our bloodline. I’m sorry, but I cannot carry on your glory. However, I will try my best. Once my mother’s health improves, I’ll come to see you again. I have to go now.”

The Little Dragon rambled on, his words lacking a focal point or main theme, as if he was discussing ordinary household matters. How should this be described? Like an ancestral offering? Yes, it felt just like paying homage to his ancestors.

Uh… not just like—it was exactly that.

This ritual had clearly been going on for a long time, beginning with the Little Dragon’s grandfather. The Little Dragon had taken to it out of habit; in fact, he had never actually seen Abuke, the Dragon Soul he was paying respects to, but rather to the petrified Giant Dragon alone.

Just as he was about to climb up using the ropes, it seemed as if the Little Dragon suddenly remembered something, “Oh right, Great Ancestor, I felt something a while ago, something like the Dragon God. The Dragon God has returned and awakened the blood of a Giant Dragon. But this is the first time I’ve felt this. Could this be Bloodline Resonance, or was it just a dream?”

Anthony, Durken, Negris, and others, looked towards Ange in unison. Negris even subconsciously murmured, “Doroc?”