Food Reserves on the Dragon's Back

Sarannar, who had no distinctive appearance, smiled and waved to everyone, and the faces of the people were filled with happiness, and they whispered to each other, as if they had seen some great happy event but dared not publicize it.

Filled with doubts, Silas and Sarannar walked into the dark passageway behind the old lady that they had to bow their heads to enter. This place looks like a deserted sewer from the outside, but there is something inside. Unexpectedly, it was very spacious, and there was no smell of sewers, but it was defended like a military fortress with three steps, one post and five steps, and the sentries saluted Sarannar when they passed by.

After passing through several guarded iron doors, Saranar walked into a large room.

It looks like an underground tavern, or a casino. People are sitting around several tables, doing their own things with their heads down, or discussing fiercely with the people around them on some papers on the table. Seeing Saran When Gnar came in, they stopped at the same time, and then greeted Sarannar.

Among those people, Silas saw a very familiar face at a glance.

"Barristan?" He looked at his butler in astonishment.

Silas knew very little about the butler hired by the dragon leader for him. He only knew that Barristan had a family. He usually left Silas's house after dinner time and went home. Silas didn't know that he I didn't care about where I lived, and I didn't find out that there seemed to be some unknown secret hidden in my housekeeper until today.

"Oh, it's Master Silas." Barristan said without much surprise, "It seems that Lord Sarannar has finally decided to let us get to know each other formally."

"What's going on?" Silas looked at Salanar.

Sarannar smiled lightly. Although this face was completely different from his usual handsome face, the smile still made him feel very familiar: "Have you ever heard of the Dragon Cult?"

Of course, Silas has heard that those who originally lived in the south were forced to migrate north due to the invasion of the orcs many years ago, until the footsteps of the orcs were blocked outside the gate of Andorcia, and finally these Most of the refugees settled down in the country of Andorcia, so Andorcia is undoubtedly a country where many ethnic groups gather, with various religious beliefs, and some emerging or unpopular small sects are also circulating among the people at the bottom. For example, the Pantheism believes that gods live in everything in the world, the Druids believe in the king of the forest, the Dharma believes that you can exchange for wealth and honor in the afterlife through abstinence, and the dragon is regarded as a god. By Dragon Cult.

As a child, Silas had seen struggling outsiders worship dragon statues for blessing and good luck, and he always thought it was just an empty bottom like those other weird little sects The people are just looking for spiritual support. Could it be said that the real dragons are actually manipulating behind this?

"Come on, let's go inside and talk about it." Salanar put his arms around Silas's waist generously, and led him through the big room and into a small secret room deep inside.

This is supposed to be an extremely confidential place, with piles of scrolls on the shelves against the wall, a wooden dragon sculpture on a table that should be for the leader, several books and a writing set tool.

Saranar sat directly on the table, leaving the chair to Silas, and took out a bottle of wine and a silver cup from the cabinet with ease, filled it up for himself, and poured Silas a half glass.

"Several times before, King Heather and other forces with ulterior motives dared to deceive our Dragon Clan like this, because they believed that as long as it was outside the Dragon Summit, no matter what happened, we would know nothing. Sarannar took a sip of the fine wine in the glass and licked his lips lightly. Although his appearance was so unremarkable at this time, his temperament still maintained the usual elegance. It exposed our weakness, the number of dragons is so rare, but they have to do everything by themselves, transforming into human form to inquire about the news, so as to ensure that they are not deceived and fooled, don't you think it is a kind of sadness?"

"Indeed." Silas nodded approvingly.

"Actually, as early as the second year of cooperation with humans, I realized that my family has always trusted our own power too much. In the past, we lived alone in the wilderness and neither needed to understand nor care about the outside world. Just burn the enemies who broke into the cave to ashes, but in the future, we must learn to adapt to the rules of the human game and have our own followers and influence. If we don't change the previous survival mode of fighting alone , I am afraid that it is not far from extinction."

Silas, who was engrossed in listening, took a sip of the amber liquid in the glass, but was so hot that he almost choked tears. He had never drank such a strong drink in his life. Silas couldn't help but strongly suspect that dragon tongues are made of granite.

Salanar chuckled and patted Silas on the back. Silas, who had finally managed to recover, asked, "Cough...so...you established the Dragon Cult?"

"Of course not. I didn't establish the Dragon Worship Cult, but a group of southern aboriginal people who are not very good at thinking and have nowhere to go. You call them the Hawakan people, and they call themselves the people of the sun. , They pride themselves on being brave and good at fighting, worship strength and the strong, and believe that they can block all enemies with the advantage of terrain, but they are defeated overnight by the giant eagle knight from the sky. The survivors see the dragon and the giant eagle knight After fighting, I regarded the dragon as their savior." Sarannar said with a smile, "I think this group of people is very interesting and suitable for developing into human followers of my clan, so I gave them some Support and funding. Anyway, the dragon clan has accumulated a lot of wealth in the past years, if we can't effectively use the wealth in our hands, what's the point of us guarding the gold in the cave like watchdogs?"

Silas understood: "I have always heard that the Dragon Cult is taking in those poor and homeless people and taking the opportunity to develop their own power. It turns out that the money comes from you."

"That's right, I didn't think of doing this at first. They spontaneously took in orphans and refugees of other races. Before I noticed, Dragon Worship had already grown to a certain scale among the poor at the bottom. I didn't think about how to use this group of people before, until two years ago, I set up a special intelligence organization based on them, called the Smiling Hand."

"Hand of Smiling..." Silas suddenly remembered what the old lady called Sarannar just now, "No wonder I heard the name Mumbarik very familiar, the leader of Hand of Smiling, the one called 'mysterious' Montbarik's man, it turns out to be you!"

Of course Silas knew about the Smiling Hand, a newly emerging intelligence organization full of mystery.It is said that their eyeliner has spread all over the world without knowing it. Even the king's concubine can find out what color underwear is wearing today. The most mysterious veil in the world, no one knows where he came from and what his identity is. People have speculated that he may be a prince in exile in a certain country in the south, a desperado who suddenly made a fortune, or a speculator of a wealthy businessman or aristocrat on the surface. Or wait, who would have thought that this 'mysterious Montbarik' is actually a dragon that has turned into a human form.

"The above is the general situation of the Dragon Worship and the Smiling Hand, and it is also the reason why I brought you here." Sarannar said, "I basically didn't care about the Dragon Worship except for the money, but the Smiling Hand I founded and operated it based on the experience I have learned over the years. In the past, they would report directly to me about any news and major events, but my goal is too big, and I am always stared at by many eyes. The frequent going out of the day has aroused some people's vigilance. I don't want the relationship between the smiling hand and me to be exposed to the sun, so you can complete this task for me. You will be temporarily between me and the smiling hand In the future, I will often go home when I have time, learn and communicate with Barristan more, and ask him if there is anything I don’t understand. After a few years, I hope you can completely take over this organization and become my most capable person. left and right hands."

Silas looked at him in astonishment, Salanar raised his head and poured the last sip of magma-like "fine wine" into his mouth, swallowed it slowly, then looked at Silas and said: " Do you need to think about it, my knight."

"There's nothing to think about. I wish I could," said Silas. "I've always wished I could be more useful to you."

"This is definitely more useful than being a bag of food reserves on the back of a dragon." Sarannar said with a smile, "Okay, I remember you haven't had dinner yet, let's find something delicious."

Silas thought it was just a trivial thing: "It doesn't matter if I eat later, don't waste time for me."

"Here again, every time you start ignoring your own feelings to accommodate others, I really want to push you to the bed and use the method I used that day to give you a 'deep' admonition." Salanal said gracefully He said ambiguous words, and even squeezed Silas's butt.

"Well, I was wrong, unconsciously..." Silas sighed, the situation is easy to change, and the nature is indeed a little hard to change.

"Speaking of which, I suddenly really want to know—" Sarannar said with a smile on a whim, "If I don't become that particularly good-looking, can you still make out with me?"

As he said that, he moved his face towards Silas, but Silas pushed him back: "Wait..."

"It really doesn't matter if you're not handsome, can you?" Sarannar's voice was neither disappointed nor surprised, it was just teasing.

Silas turned his face and said awkwardly: "...No, your appearance and voice are different from before. You know, the human habit is that one face corresponds to one person. I think I need...to adapt one time."