Chapter 244 George's Experience (Part )
Reluctantly taking one last look at the heartwarming scene, George left the brightly lit street and turned into a dark, narrow alley - the only way leading to his residence.

Suddenly, a strange voice called him.

"and many more."

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on George's face. He thought of some terrible rumors: it was said that there was a "black market" in the dark of the kingdom, where the adults of the ogres and hobgoblins would gather and secretly sell some human organs and flesh, and feast on them, which was absolutely illegal under normal circumstances.

Could it be that he ran into the rumored black market businessman?
George wanted to run away, but his feet felt like they were filled with lead. He could only turn his head stiffly and said tremblingly, "No, don't catch me."

In a trance, he saw a man in a long robe not far away. He couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman. His body shape was roughly the same as his. At least he was not an ogre or a hobgoblin.

George then breathed a sigh of relief.

The mysterious man spoke in a kind tone and simply asked him, "Don't be afraid. I am not a minion of the evil dragon. Are you a resident of Northwind Castle?"

George scratched his head in confusion.

"I think so. I live here every day anyway. You know the 'Giant Smart Man' food processing factory in the south city, right? I work there."

The mysterious man actually stuffed a few silver coins into his hand and continued to ask, "So, can you tell me in detail about the situation here?"

George was suddenly pleasantly surprised, with a look of deep joy on his face. He had not expected such a windfall.

He quickly stuffed the precious silver coins into his clothes, fearing that the person in front of him would go back on his word, and repeatedly said:

"Of course, of course."

These are silver coins, which are the salary he would get after working for several months!

And if George could see through the robe, he would be amazed by the delicate features and elegant temperament under the hood - this so-called mysterious person is the organizer of the Arcane Hermitage, the young silver dragon of Melward, Olivia, known as the "Silver Star".

Over the years, the Arcane Hermitage had grown stronger, but she had never seen the golden dragon Angel.

Although he was deeply saddened and frustrated, the young silver dragon wizard could only guess that this righteous golden dragon fellow might have been captured or even brutally killed.

Olivia decided to find out more information first and find out the situation in the city.

"Do you think your life is better or worse than before?"

George smiled innocently.

"I don't know either. I was originally a farmer in Lord Brad's manor. I didn't have enough food to eat every day. My parents died early. Our master fell a few years ago. I heard from the adults in the kingdom that His Majesty Cassius 'liberated' us, so I was able to come to North Wind Castle."

At this point, George scratched his head embarrassedly.

"But I think it's better now. I work in a food processing factory now. I'm exhausted every day, but at least I can fill my stomach. Last winter, none of the workers in the factory starved to death, which is rare in the manor."

"Um, you're asking where the food comes from?"

"The bigwigs in the kingdom used wonderful magic to create something they named 'energy filler', but we generally call it 'paste'. This thing doesn't taste good, but it fills the stomach very well. The first time I had a full meal was in the factory cafeteria."

He seemed to have thought of something and said in a joking tone:

"There was a worker who had just escaped from the manor. He had never seen so much food before. When he first came here, he ate ten pounds of paste and almost died of starvation."

Olivia was a little surprised. This was very different from what she had imagined.

In her imagination, the people of Northwind Castle should be boiling with resentment and wailing. You have to know that with the greed and tyranny of red dragons, the places they rule are usually cruelly exploited. In addition, in the poems and novels of the northern nobles, the Kingdom of Burning Embers is also described as a devil's cave in hell.

Even she couldn't avoid some preconceived ideas.

As a silver dragon who had lived in the North for a long time and mingled with human society, Olivia had some understanding of the cruel serfdom in the North and had some complaints about it.

But as an outsider, Olivia was reminded by the clan elders that she could not interfere in human society at will. She could only sympathize with these large numbers of "gray beasts" and give them alms occasionally.

But unexpectedly, this red dragon actually used precious magic resources for production and even liberated serfs. This was really unimaginable for Olivia.

For the love of Bahamut, that's a red dragon!

As racial enemies, silver dragons are the most familiar with these terrifying five-colored dragons.

In stark contrast to the silver dragons' affinity for humanoid creatures, red dragons despise everything and often view humans, elves, and others as delicious snacks. Even the people under their rule are only worthy of being treated as reserve food and cannon fodder.

Olivia thought that the "Burning King" was not so hopeless.

But maybe.
Does he have a bigger plan?

Thinking of this, Olivia continued to inquire about the news.

"You mean His Majesty Cassius? I've never seen him. I heard that he's been sleeping lately, but that's probably normal for a dragon. Although there are some other rumors, he doesn't seem to have eaten anyone yet, and those who spread the rumors have been captured by Nocturne's people."

Speaking of nocturne, George couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"We, the low-ranking workers, don't really know what the bigwigs think. We mainly learn about His Majesty through the Kingdom Daily. What did that paragraph say?"

"Oh, that's right. His Majesty Cassius is a great 'kind father' for the country and its subjects. He used his great power to break the old order and create a new order for the Burning Kingdom. With his iron fist, he established a strict and standardized "Code of the Kingdom", which allows all citizens to have equal status before the law, enables humans and their families to live in harmony, and prevents those high-ranking nobles from oppressing us at will."

George spoke these words almost fluently and with such cadence that it was as if he was reciting a script.

After all, the Kingdom Daily repeats these words boasting about the Red Dragon almost every day, and propaganda through various channels also constantly sings praises of it.

He and his co-workers' ears were almost callused from listening to it, but they remembered it so clearly that it had become a conditioned reflex.

Olivia frowned slightly.

It seems that the rule of the red dragon has become more and more entrenched in this land and is difficult to shake. If she wants to resist, she can't even find a suitable ally.

"how could be……"

Thinking of the missing golden dragon, Olivia felt an inexplicable indignation in her heart: How could a guy who kills the righteous like this be a qualified ruler?
But after hearing George's sincere words, she was speechless and couldn't even find anything to refute.

Even the silver dragon had to admit that for these serfs with miserable origins, the rule of the red dragon might actually have made their lives better.

After hesitating for a moment, Olivia couldn't help but ask:

"Is there no one who resists him?"

　It's under review again. Wait a minute. I'm sick.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)