Chapter 251 Olivia (IV)

"Tinya?"

Cassius turned around and spotted the white dragon entering the palace.

Tinia came running over.

She bowed her head respectfully to the red dragon and said softly according to the etiquette she learned in the palace: "Master, you are awake. You have become more powerful."

Tinia's vertical pupils were full of admiration and fanaticism.

Cassius looked at the white dragon in front of him and nodded slightly in surprise.

I didn't expect that Trump had completed the task I gave him so well. This smart white dragon actually learned to speak and the most basic etiquette in just three years.

Olivia on the ground barely opened her eyes, and seeing the white dragon approaching, she mocked weakly:

"Tsk, he's actually in the company of the 'white beast'. They really are like-minded."

Hearing this, Tinia was undoubtedly touched in a sore spot. She spread her wings, raised her back, and roared from her throat.

"Ouch——"

"Master, I'm going to bite this damn silver dragon to death!"

Just as Tinia pounced on her, Cassius lifted her up by the scruff of her neck and carried her back easily.

"Tinya, don't act rashly. This silver dragon is still useful to me."

"But Master, why? This silver dragon is speaking rudely to you!
"Ah! Let me tear her apart!"

Even though it was grabbed by the scruff of the neck, the white dragon was still waving its claws and fangs in the air, as if it wanted to rush up and claw the silver dragon to pieces.

Cassius was speechless. It seemed that even after careful education, her nature had not changed much.

Sure enough, we still have to rely on the old method.

He threw Bai Long to the ground and said coldly: "Obey my orders."

Tinija rolled on the ground for several times before slowly getting up. She stood obediently behind the red dragon with an unwilling look on her face, but an expression of secret satisfaction appeared on her face.

She was still staring at the silver dragon viciously - if looks could kill, then Olivia would have been tortured to death several times.

"Uh-huh."

Olivia twisted her body again and spread her wings slightly, trying to break free from the magic circle.

But it was still futile, and it was useless except for adding a few charred scars on her body.

Cassius looked down at her and said calmly, "Silver Dragon, stop fighting like a trapped beast. Unless your life level can reach the level of an ancient dragon, all resistance is futile. Submission is the only shortcut."

"The kingdom needs high-level spellcasters like you. Your spells can make a greater contribution than eradicating evil. Think about it, you should have seen those mechanical factories. Using spells to improve productivity and allow citizens to fill their stomachs is the true justice in the minds of most people."

"Of course, I only care about my own interests, but this title is very important to you rigid metal dragons."

He sneered softly.

"But if you want, maybe if you stay here for another eight hundred years, you can escape."

Thinking of her own situation of being trapped for a hundred years, Tinija also stood behind the red dragon and sneered triumphantly: "Lowly silver dragon, this is the fate of going against the master, you can never get out again!"

It's a bit like a fox taking advantage of the power of another.

Under the greedy absorption of the magic circle, Olivia's life force has become extremely weak.

But there was still determination in her eyes, and she showed no sign of giving in. No one knew what was secretly supporting this young silver dragon.

"impossible"

"You are dreaming." Cassius seemed to have expected this. He just took a look and turned away.

Only one sentence left:
"Then we'll see."

[Wagner's Dragon Binding Array] is the life-long work of the dragon-mad black wizard. It is also a vicious and cruel spell that can greedily absorb the dragon's vitality and transform it into its own magic power, so that the life of the trapped dragon is always maintained at a minimum without completely falling into death.

Under the influence of this magic circle, Olivia's body could not move, her whole body seemed to be paralyzed, and she could only stick tightly to the ground.

All of the silver dragon's actions were restricted by the magic circle, and the only thing it could do was think.

Tears flowed from Olivia's eyes again, streaked across her silver cheeks, and dripped onto the ground.

Olivia didn't know how she had gotten to this point and how she had managed to hold on until now. Even she was amazed at her inexplicable tenacity.

But at this moment, he was already in a desperate situation.

It's already too late.

Olivia couldn't help but think of the debate between Cassius and her.

She thought about it over and over again, trying to find the loopholes in the other party's words, but was shocked to find that the red dragon might not have deceived her.

The Red Dragon's words were completely different from the education she had received since childhood, but they were still logically self-consistent and seemed to be a system of their own.

The only thing she could sense from those words was sincerity.

Yes, sincerely.

Olivia was also surprised by this.

The red dragon seemed to be disdainful of deceiving himself. He almost never expounded on any vague ideas, nor did he use any cunning sophistry or even sweet talk. He just laid the cold reality on the table.

And just this made Olivia speechless.

"Maybe. He is really right."

Olivia often had such thoughts, but she would quickly dismiss this terrible idea.

After all, she had witnessed the prosperity of North Wind Castle with her own eyes, and was well aware of the darkness of Rackman's bloody rule. She could even feel the serf's rebirth, but she instinctively did not want to admit it.

If it is really as Cassius said -

So what was Angel's death like, a farce?

What does the act of risking one's life to fulfill a request mean? Just an unreasonable prank?

Olivia knew that once she admitted this, everything she had insisted on would come to nothing, and she herself would fall into the abyss of nihilism.

The "King of Ashes" was indeed not as hopeless as she had imagined.

He didn't seem to be a typical, brutal red dragon with muscles all over his head, nor was he a greedy tyrant. He was even more rational than most of the northern nobles she had met. All of his actions had reasonable explanations and sufficient motivations.

The only mistake is that his identity is a red dragon, the leader of the five evil colored dragons.

"No, he may have a bigger goal."

"He may unleash a disaster that sweeps across the entire continent, and I must stop him."

Olivia subconsciously wanted to shake her head, but found that her neck had been tied tightly with chains and she could not move.

"But, am I not also making excuses for myself? With the most malicious speculation."

"Angel, what should I do?"

Olivia smiled bitterly and slowly closed her already exhausted eyes.

(End of this chapter)