Ashen Dragon-Chapter 237 - 163 Harpist Alliance (3)
Chapter 237: Chapter 163 Harpist Alliance (3)
“You mean…”
“They’ve already listed the Ashen Kingdom as an enemy force and have begun gathering intelligence, preparing to overthrow the so-called ‘Dark Ruling’?”
In the main hall of the royal palace, the Red Dragon lay sprawled on the iron throne, unhappily exhaling a breath of sulfurous heat.
“So it’s the Harpist Alliance, with noses as keen as dogs, truly a troublesome lot.”
Cassius glanced at Richard on the ground and grinned.
“So… what kind of price should I make you pay? My stomach is still quite empty.”
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Under the threat of the Dragon’s Might and his companions’ lives, Richard’s spirit had long collapsed. He knelt on the ground, hair disheveled, completely lacking the high spirits of the ranger once favored by the highest fairies.
“I, I’ve already told you everything.”
His voice had become hoarse from extreme pain.
Cassius slowly stood up and walked step by step toward Richard.
An invisible, powerful Dragon’s Might swept in, and this half-elf could even smell the sulfur in the air.
“Do you think I’m joking with you?”
“The price you’ve paid isn’t even enough to save your pitiful elf lover.”
“If that’s all, think about that wonderful scene, the elf wailing in my mouth, being severed, shredded by my sharp teeth…”
His vertical pupils emitted an invisible glow, breaking through the last mental barrier of the half-elf with {Dread Tremors}.
Richard’s expression was scattered, his mindset nearly collapsed, as if he had already seen that unbearable scene.
It was known that the Red Dragon’s liking for elves was no rumor, but documented in detailed records. The Alliance’s intelligence specifically highlighted this point in red ink.
He repeatedly knocked his head against the hard floor, blood flowing down his cheeks from his forehead.
“Please, let her go. I’m willing to pay any price, even if, even if you eat me.”
Cassius walked back to the throne, saying coldly, “You mean nothing to me.”
He deliberately paused his tone.
“But I do need you to accomplish a few things. This is your only, insignificant value to me.”
Richard’s expression suddenly lit up as if grasping at a lifeline, showing a final glimmer of hope.
“Then… what do you need me to do?”
He was ready to face any greedy demands.
Under the threat to his companion’s life, Richard’s mental defenses were completely shattered, reduced to a puppet who would do anything.
Cassius articulated every word: “I want you to return to the Harpist Alliance and become a double agent for the kingdom.”
Richard’s expression froze but then returned to normal.
Perhaps he had anticipated this, or perhaps he had no room for resistance, and he could only answer weakly.
“Yes… my lord.”
Cassius nodded in satisfaction, then said, “My spellcasters will provide you with magical communication equipment.”
“At a fixed time each month, you must report back the Alliance’s intelligence to us; if we find the information inconsistent with reality, or if you fail to provide intelligence…”
He paused again.
A clear magic image appeared in the hall, showing a tall female elf bound in a cold iron cage, like a golden canary trapped in a birdcage.
Her eyes were closed, her brows slightly furrowed, as if still immersed in the overwhelming defeat.
“You will never see her again.”
Richard gazed long at that beautiful face, finally lowering his head, his lips trembling slightly, “Abir…”
“My lord, I will.”
“Trust me, I will complete the mission.”
The tiefling guards who had been waiting for some time bound his hands from behind, walking down the kingdom’s passage, ready to escort him to Ramp’s Mage Tower.
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He said nothing. From beginning to end, he did not struggle or resist, just weakly compliant.
He turned to look far away, as if seeing that familiar face again.
“Abir, wait for me, I will rescue you.”
This kind-hearted and uninhibited half-elf ranger, under the threat to his beloved’s life, under the cruel oppression of the Red Dragon, had no choice but to become an Ashen Kingdom spy—a person he had once despised, serving an evil force.
Yet, this was the cold, hard reality.
…
“Another intelligence channel.”
“The Harpist Alliance?”
“Tsk, meddlesome bunch, one day they’ll pay the price.”
“However, that Silver Dragon seems to have some ties with them as well.”
Cassius yawned out of sheer boredom, then connected to Ramp’s magic mirror.
“Did you take over that ranger from the Harpist?”
“Yes, Master. Everything went smoothly. Your wisdom left him with no room for resistance; he could only obediently become the kingdom’s puppet.”
Ramp’s tone had a hint of excitement, obviously having just emerged from the lab.
“Moreover, he has an extraordinary power within him, one that is rumored to be from the highest fairies.”
“These ancient beings hidden in the Fairy Wilderness hold wondrous powers, and his sect master is at least legendary level or even higher, though it’s difficult to directly interfere with the Prime Material Plane.”
“I think… we might be able to steal this power.”
“Oh?”
Cassius showed little interest.
These exceptionally powerful sect masters of the highest fairies who had their own domains in the Outer Planes mostly acknowledged only the good and their powers often leaned towards natural miracles, which didn’t align with him. Even if he obtained it, it would be useless to him.
Thus, Cassius only reminded:
“You can conduct some experiments, just ensure his survival. I don’t want to see the spy sent to the Harpist Alliance turn into something bizarre or a corpse.”
“Of course, my master.”
Having had a bucket of cold water thrown on him by Cassius, Ramp instantly calmed down, most of the excitement draining from his expression.
He then remembered that this half-elf from the Harpist still carried a mission from the Red Dragon and wasn’t like those captives he could experiment on as he wished.
“Glad you understand.”
“My next slumber is approaching. Ready the protective array as soon as possible. During my sleep, avoid causing trouble and ensure the kingdom’s stable development.”
Cassius instructed.
The lava-like ripples on his body had grown more pronounced—a sign of the bloodline seed erupting within, spilling fire elemental energy.
“Yes, master.”
Ramp solemnly bowed and severed the magic image link.
Cassius yawned again, casually glancing at the still lingering magic image beside him.
“Elves, huh…
“The elves of this era mostly come from the existing Elf Kingdom, perhaps I can inquire about an old acquaintance.”
He recalled the perilous scene when he first entered this world. It felt like a long time ago, yet also as if it had just happened a moment ago.
But he had undergone a tremendous transformation—not a young dragon fleeing in all directions, but a being that made the entire North tremble.
