The City Lord's Mansion of Dragon City was filled with laughter. From time to time, the sound of elves 'laughter could be heard in the wind. Gauze clothes fluttered in the wind, and flowers bloomed. It was as if the emperor and his concubines were playing in the imperial garden. In the City Lord's Mansion, which had become a dragon's nest, beautiful elves were playing and laughing.
The dragon's laughter spread far and wide. If someone passed by here, they might feel their blood boil after seeing the dragon. They might want to kill the dragon with a sword. However, there was no one in the place where the dragon was, and no so-called dragon slayer dared to confront the ancient demigod dragon.
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Old John was not old. He was in his twenties, in the prime of his life. However, the residents on the street always jokingly called him Old John. Slowly, everyone called him that.
Old John was an ordinary civilian living in the Dragon City, which was also the Central City in the past. Like most ordinary people in Saint Sauron, he plowed at sunrise and rested at sunset, day after day, year after year. He did not live for any lofty ideals, but just wanted to live on.
John Senior's family was not a wealthy family, much less a noble family. However, it was still much better than many of the truly impoverished people in the slums. At the very least, as long as they worked hard, they could barely fill their stomachs and survive.
In the past, the ruler of Central City was the Church, and Old John naturally served the Church. Old John was rather glad about this, grateful that his ancestors had come to Central City to settle down. Compared to the cruel lords in other territories, the Church was already quite good. At the very least, it gave them the right to survive.
However, this peaceful life was finally broken. Central City was very dangerous. There would always be wars of all sizes here, but Old John did not expect to see a scene that only existed in fairy tales.
The dragon is here-
John Senior could still remember his horror that day. A thousand meters in the sky, a dragon that he could not imagine, could not describe, and could only be described as the size of a mountain peak launched an attack on Central City. It broke through the city's defense with unparalleled terrifying power. Just as the bards described, it spat fire from its mouth. No, it was a fire that fell from the sky, blowing up the walls of Central City and causing half of the city to fall into a sea of fire.
The priests in the cathedral at the top of the city had all fled. The nobles who usually thought of themselves as noble did not even dare to take their belongings with them as they fled the city.
Old John was also a little sarcastic about this. Other than those high and mighty priests and priests who had magical powers, he did not think that the small nobles he had seen could really escape. As long as they left the safe zone of Central City, whether they went to the countries of humans, orcs, or elves, they would have to experience many dangers on the way. Bandits, terrible beasts, monsters, and even inferior races like gnolls. If the defense power was not enough, they would have to face many dangers. In the end, their bodies would only be thrown into the wilderness.
If this world was really that safe, there wouldn't be so many professionals and mercenaries. Caravans wouldn't have spontaneously gathered together to hire a large number of professionals to protect them. Walking in the world of St. Sauron, it wasn't a joke if you broke into a dragon's nest one day. It was a very likely thing.
Old John knew that he couldn't run far. As long as he left the city, he would inevitably become a corpse that no one would recognize. Therefore, he, his wife, and two children hugged each other and trembled in the cellar they had dug, hoping to survive.
They didn't hide for long before the disturbance disappeared. Soldiers went from house to house searching for the living. Old John and his wife and children were very lucky. Not only did they survive, but even the house they lived in was intact.
The soldiers who were searching for the living had a bad attitude. At first, John Senior thought that the dragon had left, but after asking around, he found out that the dragon had not left. Instead, he occupied the city and renamed it Dragon City, while he became the city lord.
At that moment, Old John felt the same despair as many residents in the city. They even began to count down how many days they had left to live. Would they be imprisoned like livestock until they starved to death, or would they be lucky enough to be selected by the dragon and brought to the pot to be cooked into food for the dragon?
No, a giant dragon would definitely not be willing to eat a burly man like him. In the stories of the bards, didn't the giant dragons like the princesses of human countries and the little girls with soft skin and tender flesh…His youngest daughter might very well become the food of the giant dragon.
With this despair, John Senior and his family quietly waited for death, but the outcome was often beyond people's imagination.
"Honey, I'm going out to work. Can you help me take a look at where I'm not clean?”
John Senior's face was red with anticipation for today's work.
He was dressed in coarse clothes that had been washed until his hair turned white. He opened his hands and turned around to ask his wife.
She might be a village woman in the eyes of the nobles, but in the eyes of John Senior, she was a very beautiful woman. She was thrifty and managed the family. She even gave birth to two children for him. In his eyes, his wife was the most beautiful woman.
" Mm, let me see. It's fine. John must work hard today. The children and I will wait for you at home. You don't have to worry about the family matters. Just leave the cleaning and cooking to me. I will also try to make some small things that can be sold after the economic control ends…Oh right, stay away from that old Bill next door. His children died under the Lord's flames. That old thing keeps cursing. Don't let him affect our family.”
John's wife said warily.
"Don't worry, my dear. I won't have any contact with him. The kind of person who can only eat sawdust and black bread and doesn't understand the greatness of the City Lord deserves to die!”
John Senior said contemptuously.
In this world where there were frequent wars between nations and races, it was common for families to lose a few people. Although the family members would lament, they would quickly pick up their emotions and continue living. The revenge stories mentioned by the bards would only appear among the nobles and some powerful people. To the commoners, their goal was only to let themselves and their families continue to live.
The children of Old Bill next door were all dead. Although John sympathized with him, he would never have anything to do with him. He even thought that the other party was stupid. Such a great, wise, and generous liege was like the incarnation of God. He probably wouldn't be able to find him in Saint Solon anymore. He still dared to curse such a generous and great existence. He felt that even if Old Bill was captured and burned to death by the soldiers, he deserved it.
"Daddy, daddy, we can still eat soft bread and taste those delicious meat today…"
Two boys and girls in tattered clothes ran out, drooling and looking at their father hopefully.
"We will, my dear. We will definitely be able to eat our fill today…His Lordship said that as long as we work hard, we will have bread, butter, and meat. So, you have to grow up quickly and serve His Lordship, understand?”
"Got it, Dad!"
The two children said in confusion.
John looked at the piece of meat that they had saved up on the wooden table and the unbelievably exquisite wheat. He secretly swallowed his saliva.
Ah, just thinking about those delicacies made one linger.
Thank you, my lord, for letting us lowly commoners live a life that even the small nobles would envy!
Who knew if those nobles who had run away would regret it now!
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