Ashen Dragon-Chapter 397 - 320: Visiting Again
Chapter 397 -320: Visiting Again
A month later, in Isdalia.
With the labor of tens of thousands of hardworking players, ogre and frost giant slaves, the prototype of this central city had already emerged, though still quite rudimentary.
The Isdalia Grand Coliseum, the Imperial Bank, the Imperial Senate Hall, and the Imperial City Hall had long had their blueprints designed, foundations laid, and even some facades constructed.
This was the empire’s largest “construction site.”
People bustled to and fro, and the place was lively. Many civil engineering players wearing white hard hats carried red buckets.
“Move aside! Move aside!”
“Imperial Guards on duty!”
“Clear the way! Disobey and be executed!”
The stern shout of the guard captain echoed from a distance, and the people on the road quickly made way, not daring to delay even for a moment.
The imperial citizens aside, even the usually arrogant and crazy Starfallen hurried to avoid them.
“These NPCs are so overbearing—”
“I really want to see what’s in that carriage.”
“Can we rob them?”
“That’s the Imperial Royal Guard. Collision means death. Don’t blame me for not warning you, you’ll lose all the experience you’ve painstakingly gained, and you’ll have nowhere to cry!”
“Just focus on grinding, don’t mess with them or entertain any foolish thoughts.”
“Your master here, step by step, became a viscount of the empire with his exquisite grinding skills.”
A civil engineering veteran, whose ID was “Bucket Runner,” wearing a white hard hat, whispered to a newbie holding a bucket beside him.
At the beginning, indeed, some new players had attempted to collide with the guards, but those troublemakers were quickly turned into sieves by the accurate shots of semi-automatic rifles.
On the wide road, a grand diplomatic mission of dozens of carriages passed by, guarded by thousands of imperial soldiers. It was the diplomatic mission from the Thrace Kingdom.
The contents of those carriages were enough to make anyone drool; those chests were filled with gold, the promised two million gold coins from the Thrace Kingdom as a “gift.”
Dayev sat in the carriage, gazing at the scenery rushing past the window. He looked quite amazed and said to the person next to him,
“A month ago.”
“Just a month ago, this place was a flat wilderness. And now, a city has already taken shape.”
“Sir, you should understand what this signifies.”
Next to Dayev was a man dressed in luxurious robes, holding a scepter, appearing to be in his fifties, currently deep in thought.
He was Sachsie Bari, the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Thrace Kingdom, personally here to negotiate the peace treaty.
“Extremely high administrative efficiency, terrifying war potential,”
Sachsie assessed succinctly.
He frowned slightly and asked Dayev, “This time they invited us to meet in Isdalia, does that mean the emperor won’t be present?”
“Not necessarily,”
Dayev responded.
“From what I know, the Crimson Emperor usually only grants audiences at the Steel Dragonwing Palace. Aside from that, he rarely appears elsewhere.”
“But recently, there have been some anomalies. It seems the Crimson Emperor wants to inspect his territory and has already visited many regions within the Ashen Empire. We don’t know where he will be now.”
“Tsk, that’s two million gold coins.”
“I thought any dragon would drool and come to meet us, monitoring the entire process without missing a single gold coin.”
Sachsie said indifferently.
Dayev immediately felt a bit nervous, placing his finger to his lips in a gesture for silence.
“It’s said that the emperor has spies everywhere. He knows everything happening within the empire. Let’s not make any rash comments.”
“Heh,”
“It looks like you’ve been scared out of your wits by that Red Dragon.”
Sachsie glanced at Dayev, then closed his eyes to rest, saying no more.
Although he disdained Dayev’s cautiousness, risking avoidance was indeed crucial for a competent diplomat.
The roads of Isdalia were wide and smooth, guarded by the Imperial Royal Guard. The diplomatic mission traveled swiftly and soon reached their destination—the Isdalia Grand Altar.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please disembark.”
Here, the members of the diplomatic mission were requested to disembark and proceed on foot, while the gold-laden carriages were left in place.
“This is…”
“Please proceed from the other side.”
The road where the Red Dragon ascended to the throne had been cordoned off, with its claw prints clearly visible. Every few meters, a guard with a rifle stood watch on either side.
This road leading to the altar was called “The Path of the Dragon’s Glory” by the empire’s officials, representing the emperor’s glorious coronation, and no one was allowed to tread on it again.
As soon as Dayev stepped forward, he felt a familiar strength descend upon him, making him tremble instinctually.
“This oppressive feeling…”
“It’s His Majesty. He is here.”
He whispered a reminder.
Sachsie finally put away the last bit of contempt in his heart, his expression becoming extremely solemn.
As a former Holy Fadlan Minister and now Thrace’s Chief Diplomat, he was also an Archmage, familiar with various magical creatures, including dragons.
Yet, such dragon’s might, he had never seen in his life.
Upon entering the hall, the emissaries finally beheld the grand presence of the Crimson Emperor.
At this moment, he was lying lazily to one side of the hall, his immense 30-meter-long form rising and falling with his breaths like a small mountain.
But the emissaries dared not relax in the slightest, unconsciously holding their breath and lowering their heads.
Sachsie also gasped.
At that moment, he was finally convinced—the peace treaty between the Thrace Kingdom and the Ashen Empire must be concluded without delay and was absolutely necessary.
Dragons had always been favored on battlefields.
And Red Dragons were often called war machines.
A Red Dragon like this could definitely bring an overwhelming change to the southern battlefields, likely matching the strength of over a dozen Legendary Scion Warriors.
The Tiefling Guard Captain knelt on one knee and loudly reported, “Your Majesty, the emissary mission from the Thrace Kingdom has arrived.”
Cassius slowly lifted his head, his pale golden eyes gazing at the members of the diplomatic mission.
Instantly, the powerful pressure made everyone’s hearts tremble, almost knocking them off their feet.
After a long pause, Dayev, trembling, stood up, bowed, and said, “Your Majesty Cassius, we have come bearing the sincerity of the Thrace Kingdom.”
“This is Lord Sachsie, the Chief Diplomat of Thrace.”
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Under the reminder, Sachsie finally snapped out of his extreme tension and instinctive fear, but he quickly realized his lapse.
He took a step forward, respectfully bowed, and barely maintained his composure, ensuring he didn’t lose his poise.
“Sachsie Bari, at your service, Your Majesty.”
