The Dragon Princess Who Traveled Through Another World

  Chapter 76 The Mysterious Visitor

  The Floating Void City has established a space portal at the original site of Bella Village.

   for round trip.

  Charlie went through the portal and came to the ground.

  Compared to the last time I came here, the number of tents here seems to be more.

  After the questionnaires were distributed, the planning of the residential area was soon implemented.

  The crude wooden houses built in a hurry were all overthrown and rebuilt.

  But the "lower city residents" who built these wooden houses were not only not annoyed, they were also very happy.

   It’s good to dismantle it!

   Only by dismantling them can we continue to earn points!

  Charlie is not unaware of the popular name in the floating city recently, "downtown".

  However, there is nothing she can do about it for the time being.

  It is impossible for her to let go of the policy and let all the defectors run to the floating city.

  The place that was originally plagued by dragons is now a different scene.

  Intelligent life forms of various races gather here.

  The simple wooden houses with "unique style" are built so that they are flourishing.

   Among these strange-looking races, there is a group of people who are particularly eye-catching.

  They stood there like a crowd.

   Only let Charlie take a look from a distance, and he knew that most of them were the 'guests' mentioned by Li.

   Not far away, stood seven tall, handsome men in gorgeous, golden armor.

  They were surrounded by an old man with a very unique temperament.

   With a kind smile on his face, the old man looked at the busy wisdom around him.

   These few people have become a unique "landscape" among the "refugees".

  Seven beautiful men guarding them, all with long, smooth golden hair.

  Handsome facial features are extremely aggressive.

   It was not seen that they were holding weapons, but the aura that everyone exuded was enough to shock others away.

  The little black dragon on Charlie's shoulder raised his head calmly.

   It seems that someone is watching.

  The old man surrounded by seven people looked in Charlie's direction.

  He was slightly taken aback when he saw the little black dragon standing on Charlie's shoulder.

   Then, he strode towards Charlie.

   The pace is steady, without the slightest aging.

  Behind him, seven "golden male models" followed like a shadow, respectful.

   "Hello, young man, what's your name?"

  Charlie could only feel a trickle of kindness from the old man's gentle conversation.

   "Charlie Violet."

  The old man nodded kindly.

   But instead of continuing to talk to Charlie, he raised his hand and pointed to the black dragon on her shoulder.

   "Can I talk to him alone?"

  Charlie blinked his eyes, wandering between the old man and his own dragon:

   "As long as he agrees."

  She thought that the black dragon would continue to put on airs as usual.

  Don't pay attention to the kind-hearted old man in front of you.

  However, the reality is cruel.

  The black dragon jumped off the ground, turned around and left.

  The old man followed with a smile.

   Only Charlie was left looking at the black dragon going away in disbelief.

  She is...? !

   Did you raise a white-eyed dragon? !

  Charlie looked at the black dragon in a very 'shocked' gaze.

  However, the seven-member "male model group" left by the old man looked even more shocked at her, as if watching a spectacle in the astral world.

  …

   On the west side of the Ginzera Continent where Shandolila Floating City is located;

   On the east side of the Mexido continent occupied by the Holy Tricolor Copper Empire.

  Here, there is a continent with plenty of water, named Venisyr, also known as 'The Land of Water'.

   There are no humans on this continent, but there are as many as 300 species of intelligent creatures.

   Most of the intelligent creatures living here live in a tribal way.

  A river named Mega runs through the east and west sides of this continent.

  The Maijia River flows through the world's largest saltwater lake - Nawei Lake.

   And right in the center of Nawei Lake, a pavilion stands on the water.

  For example, elves have too strict aesthetic requirements for architecture.

  The beautiful style of the small building in the center of the lake is integrated with the original and beautiful scenery around.

  At this time, a secret meeting was being held in the small building.

  The people sitting around the conference table were all wearing white cloaks.

  The hood was deliberately pulled down to cover up his appearance.

   There was a loud bang.

  A crumpled "Goblin Friday Special" was slammed on the conference table.

   "It's Goblins Again! It's Them Again!"

  Another white-robed voice said lightly, "This is much ahead of our plan."

"Will there be any impact?"

  Everyone looked at the chief of the conference table.

  The 'White Cloak' on the first seat did not speak.

   However, the goblin newspaper that was slapped on the table disappeared.

  When it reappeared, it was already in the hands of the chief seated person.

  The 'white cloak' on the first seat flipped through the newspaper as if no one else was there.

  Everyone immediately understood that the person in the first seat would not answer this question.

  The meeting automatically moves on to the next topic.

   "Everyone, there seems to be something wrong with Tiamat."

  Everyone looked at the speaking white cloak.

   "What's going on, can't you explain it more clearly?"

  The white cloak who slapped the newspaper on the table earlier asked in a very fiery tone.

   "That's the problem, and she doesn't want me to know.

   So, I can't assess the impact on our plans either. "

  ‘哗啦—’

  The sound of flipping newspapers is particularly abrupt here.

   But no one raised objections.

   "Accidents, accidents, accidents, I won't be surprised by another accident!"

  The burly white cloak folded his arms around his chest, and his tone of voice was full of resentment.

  ‘哗啦—’

  Accompanied by the brisk flipping of the newspaper, another person sitting at the conference table quietly raised his hand.

   "That...Actually, there is indeed something wrong with me..."

  Except for the one in the first seat who was leisurely flipping through the newspaper, all the white cloaks were looked over.

   "Eh... Actually, this matter still has something to do with goblins..."

  Why don’t everyone here find it strange?

  The word goblin seems to have become the most frequently mentioned vocabulary in recent meetings.

   "It's like this. It turns out that our plan is that the Association of Magicians will also participate..."

   "In this way, the arcanists are bound to end up too..."

   "Um, but... It seems a little difficult for the two sides to end now...

   It is said, it is said that in order to discredit the Arcanists in the newspapers, uh, they gave the goblins a lot of money..."

   "Then, then the Magic Association is now on the verge of bankruptcy."

  There was no sound at the conference table.

  Everyone thought they might have heard a joke.

but it is not the truth.

  The white cloak on the first seat put down the newspaper, and he looked at the member who reported the incident.

   "Did the goddess of magic cast her gaze?"

   "Um, not yet."

  The white cloak on the first seat put down the newspaper in his hand, and turned his head slightly to think.

  Suddenly, needles could be heard all around.

   Everyone's breathing was slightly stagnant, and all their attention was devoted to the person in the first seat.

"In this case…

  Things are not perfect, although unfortunately.

  The plan is not progressing smoothly, and it also gives you a headache.

   But, just in case, we also had to start early.

  As for the issue of Tiamat, you don't have to worry. "

  He looked around, "Any more questions?"

   "If not, then please supervise the matters you are responsible for."

   "That's it for today."

   After finishing speaking, he snapped his fingers.

   After a crisp 'snap' sound, only the white cloak of the chief seat remained on the long conference table.

  He stood up.

   Following this movement, the "Goblin Friday Special" that was originally placed on the table burned and turned into finely divided fly ash.

   As soon as the wind blows, there is no trace left.

  The white cloak walked to the window of the conference room.

  He gently pushed open the casement, and after that, the whole space seemed to have undergone a certain change.

   It's like an invisible barrier has been lifted.

   Looking at the vast lake view outside the window, the man in the white cloak muttered to himself: "It seems that fate favors Bahamut..."

   "But what does it matter? Because... our target has never been Bahamut!"

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  (end of this chapter)