Deities: Starting From Goblins
Chapter 1311 - Chapter 1311 Chapter 719 Gluttonous_2

Chapter 1311: Chapter 719: Gluttonous_2 Chapter 1311: Chapter 719: Gluttonous_2 Dickson Lindman was shaken and surprised flashed in his eyes. Lord Dragon? He had never heard of this name, and he was unaware when such a mysterious Big Shot had emerged among the Demon Race. His eyes widened as he looked at Timothy Daiziel, trying to spot inconsistencies in his expression, “What Lord Dragon? I have never heard of him. Timothy, are you not playing a joke on me?”

Witnessing Dickson’s confused and guarded expression, Timothy couldn’t help feeling a bit smug. He deliberately elongated his tone, speaking slowly, “Humph, Lord Dragon is a newly risen Strong One among our Demon Race, his power unfathomable. He has come to the Palace this time to engage in closed-door Cultivation, aiming to reach a higher Realm. If you knew any better, you would not go in to disturb him and invite disaster upon yourself.” With that, his gaze conveyed a hint of threat and warning.

Listening to Timothy’s exaggerated words, anger began to rise in Dickson’s heart. He knew well that Timothy had always looked down on him and was now trying to humiliate him. However, he was not someone to be easily manipulated nor frightened by Timothy’s words. He took a deep breath, attempting to calm his emotions, and said word by word, “Timothy, I know you’ve always looked down on me, but you can’t just deceive me like that. I am not that easy to bully! If you do not tell the truth now, don’t blame me for being rude!”

With that, Dickson’s eyes showed unprecedented determination and decisiveness. He stared intensely at Timothy as if to see right through his soul. His body slightly leaned forward, ready to launch an attack to defend his dignity and honor.

Stunned by Dickson’s resolved gaze, a trace of panic arose in Timothy’s heart. He had never seen Dickson so serious before, nor had he expected such a strong reaction. He took a deep breath, trying to stabilize his emotions, and scoffed, “Humph, Dickson, who do you think you are? You are just a discarded General of Spear Riders by the City Lord. Do you think I’m just trying to scare you? I am telling you, Lord Dragon is indeed in seclusion in the Palace. If you don’t believe it, you can go in and see for yourself. But have it on your own head!”

Upon hearing this, Dickson fell into deep thought. He knew despite Timothy’s arrogance and pride, he was not one to make unfounded claims. If he said so, then Lord Dragon’s existence was very likely. However, he had returned with urgent military intelligence to report to the City Lord, and should the matter be delayed because of Lord Dragon’s seclusion, the consequences would be unthinkable. He needed to find a solution that would ensure the military information was delivered on time and without offending Lord Dragon.

Thinking this, Dickson took a deep breath, trying to stabilize his emotions. He looked at Timothy and said slowly, “Timothy, I did not come back to fight with you. I have urgent military intelligence to report to the City Lord, a matter concerning the security of our Demon Race. If it is really delayed because of Lord Dragon’s seclusion, neither you nor I can bear the responsibility. Can you tell me how much longer Lord Dragon will be in seclusion? Or, can I report the intelligence without disturbing him?” His tone was sincere and resolute, revealing his concern and sense of responsibility for the bigger picture of the Demon Race.

In the complex and mysterious corridors of the Palace, the slanting sun caste a dim golden light over everything. A man in a black robe, displeasure evident on his face, spoke sternly to another man who had just returned appearing like a warrior, “If you have concerns, you should ask the City Lord; he will naturally have answers for you, instead of shouting at me here. If you cause delays to significant matters, don’t blame me for being unkind!” His voice was sharp and forceful, each word heavy; after speaking, he left, leaving behind a resolved silhouette.

The reprimanded man, furrowing his eyebrows with a hint of confusion and unwillingness in his eyes, watched the direction in which the man in the black robe had left, contemplating internally, “Who is this person? Why is he so arrogant? Although our Demon Race has many Strong Ones, I have never seen this person before.” However, he didn’t dwell on it much longer, just shook his head slightly, deciding to bury his doubts temporarily.

“Enough, the Demon Race has an abundance of Strong Ones, with new faces appearing every day; perhaps he really is some newly emerged Strong One I haven’t yet heard of,” he said to himself. His tone conveyed a bit of helplessness, but even more, it reflected acceptance and understanding of the Demon Race’s world where the strong are revered. He decided not to linger on this further and shifted his attention to more critical matters.

“Right now, I have urgent military intelligence that needs to be reported to the City Lord, which is of paramount importance,” the man thought to himself, then promptly strode towards the City Lord’s Mansion with big, determined steps, each step landing solidly, displaying his resolve and conviction.

When he arrived at the City Lord’s Mansion, he happened to meet the steward. Upon seeing him, the steward showed a hint of surprise, “Ah, you have finally arrived! The City Lord has been waiting for you, saying that there’s important matters to discuss.”

Hearing this, the man felt a chill in his heart, knowing that the City Lord must have something important to discuss. He nodded to the steward and said, “I also wished to discuss important matters with the City Lord. Please announce my request to see him.”

The steward agreed, turned around, and hurriedly entered the mansion. In a moment, he came back out and respectfully said, “The City Lord invites you in.”

The man straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and stepped into the City Lord’s Mansion. He understood that the upcoming meeting with the City Lord would determine the course of the military intelligence he was to report, and would also impact the future of the entire Demon Race. Therefore, he had to give his utmost to explain every detail clearly to ensure the City Lord could make the right decisions.

When he walked into the City Lord’s study, the City Lord was sitting upright at his desk, his expression solemn. As soon as the man entered, the City Lord spoke, “You’ve come, just in time. There’s something I wish to discuss with you…” and the man also immediately said, “Lord City, I also have important matters to report…” Their words intermingled, as if heralding a significant conversation about the future of the Demon Race that was about to unfold.

In that grand and ancient palace of the Demon Race, sunlight filtered through sparse clouds, spottily illuminating the ground and adding a bit of brightness to the somber environment. He, a respected elder within the Demon Race, was standing in a corner of the great hall, looking intently at the man slowly approaching. This man, whom he had personally mentored from obscurity to his now renowned status, had each step imbued with his mentor’s care and expectations. Under his meticulous guidance and selfless help, the man’s strength had advanced rapidly, as if he had sprouted wings, soared up high, and become a brilliant new star of the Demon Race.

He looked the man up and down, a trace of hard-to-detect satisfaction flickering in his eyes. The man had finally returned, his clothes slightly dusty and his expression a bit weary, yet his eyes still shone bright and determined, revealing an unyielding will. He knew that the man’s return must have followed a long period of secluded reflection, gaining a deeper understanding of past mistakes.

“It wasn’t easy for you to come back today,” he slowly said, his voice low and magnetic, as if penetrating the soul, “just in time, let me introduce you to Lord Dragon.” With that, he gestured towards a middle-aged man beside him, who exuded an extraordinary aura, radiating a powerful presence.

The man, hearing this, was instantly covered in an expression of astonishment, as if he had heard something unbelievable. His eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape, evidently feeling very unfamiliar and shocked by the title “Lord Dragon”. What earth-shattering changes had occurred within the Demon Race during his absence? Why was everyone calling him “Lord Dragon”,

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