I, The Dragon Overlord

After being summoned by the lord of Dragon City, Marches rushed to the church at the peak of the city. It had become the new city lord’s palace.

Two days prior, he had been instructed by Dragon Lord Caracolon to create a scroll with the [Lightness] attribute. He had told several elven mages to do so as well.

Not daring to question his lord’s orders, Marches quickly complied. After spending two sleepless nights, he had managed to meet Louie’s required quota.

As for why he needed so many magic scrolls, Marches did not even hypothesize. In his opinion, the great demigod dragon might want convenient magic for some reason or the other.

As naturally lazy creatures, dragons rarely bothered to learn human spells. The focus, dedication, and effort required to piece together spells in the human magic system was something they could hardly spend effort on. They were much more at home relying on their innate racial abilities and bloodlines.

Of course, as they aged, their talent for magic would grow as well, and learning human spells would be a simple matter for them. It was for this reason that they deserved their reputations as one-man armies. They rolled up extreme physical prowess and magical competence into a single deadly package.

But because dragons often only used racial spells, the range of their magical abilities was quite narrow. The vast majority of these spells were more combat-oriented. Spells like [Lightness] were not things a dragon would deign to learn.

In Marches’ opinion, the lord would be transporting a lot of heavy objects. That was the only reason why he would have them make so many [Lightness] spell scrolls. Although the lord was a demigod and could use divine power to do things more efficiently than using magic power, a demigod was quite different from a real god. For demigods, divine power was a treasure and was hard to replenish. That’s why using divine power to simulate spells was too wasteful. If things could be solved with magic, then it would be better than wasting divine power.

As for why his lord didn’t just ask them to cast the magic directly, he decided not to pry, since it should be his lord’s secret.

Just as Marches guessed, Louie was troubled with moving 200,00 tons of food without any modern machinery. Even if he could just throw the bags into the gate, this was still a big job. Even if he summoned many earth elementals, it would still take a lot of time.

That’s why he let the elven mages and his servant create magic scrolls with the effect of reducing an object’s weight. Moreover, he had personally moved the objects as well in order to finish the process before the deadline he had set.

When Marches arrived near the doors, he saw the valiant yet cold elven general. He bowed and smiled, “General Sisna, have you also been called by Lord Caracolon?”

Marcher lowered his head and did not directly look at her face as she was too beautiful. Even as an old man he felt certain youthful impulses stir within him. But he quelled them instantly. This elf was a legendary rank ranger. Any small movements on his part would be easily detected. And if she found out that a certain part of his body had reacted, she might just cut him down in a fit of rage.

He did not feel that he was a match for this elf at all.

“Yes.”

Sisna lightly glanced at Marches.

Elves were disposed to be cold towards foreign races, and Marches’ obvious cajolery filled her with disgust. Had he not been appointed as Lord Caracolon’s servant, she would barely have spared him a glance.

When Sisna walked forward, Marches straightened up and followed behind. He secretly spat, ‘Peh, you're just a legendary rank ranger. You’re not a big deal at all.’

Although he thought like this, Marches was still envious of legendary rank individuals. That was a necessary step to break away from mortality, after all. In all the realms, those that could reach the legendary rank were the ones favored by the gods. Reaching it was very difficult, and it was especially harder for mages.

“Humph. With your beautiful looks, it won’t be long before the master takes a fancy to you and has his way. Hehehe.”

Marches showed a lewd smile and imagined the dragon pressing the small elf below him and playing with her body.

He did not think that this was perverted. The common sense of the world was simply dragons being incredibly lascivious. From four-legged animals to two-legged humanoids, no race lay beyond the purview of their instincts. There were indeed no species that dragons would not dare to bang.

“I should find an opportunity to tell master about this. Perhaps I can earn some points…”.

Over the past few days, Sisna had been giving Marches the cold eye. It was impossible for Marches to not feel her disgust. Powerless, he could only nod at her treatment. However, this did not mean that he accepted it with a peace of mind. He was, after all, still a seven ring mage.

But in front of Louie, there was nothing to accept or deny. For someone who had signed the master-slave contract, he could die with just a thought from the other party. The only thing he could think of was how to win over his master who was a mighty demigod dragon.

In the midst of thinking, Marches walked into the palace, but when he walked in next to Sisna, neither of them saw traces of the city lord.

The two of them did not suspect anything, because Louie’s aura was coming from outside the residence. The elf carefully dodged the gold coins and gems under her feet, afraid that she might be misunderstood. If the city lord assumed that she was trying to steal from him, the result would be disastrous.

Passing the magnificent and spectacular hall, the two of them reached the backside of the palace.

There, they saw the golden dragon and piles of bags behind him that were stacked into a small hill!

Their quantity was truly exaggerated. Both Marches and Sisna were dumbfounded.

The dragon looked at the two of them and slowly spoke, “You’ve come…”