The red dragon just wants to do whatever he wants

A few minutes later, David followed Artilisia, who had a somewhat complicated expression, to a cross tombstone covered with vines and moss, and was dumbfounded.

The carving on the tombstone tells the heroic deeds of a barbarian warrior who killed everyone in the Underdark and covered the retreat of his teammates.

Although the language was in Common Language, David could tell at a glance that the fancy letters and shapes were done by Drow.

He could even imagine that it was probably compiled and copied by the drow mage, and then directly carved with a dagger by Siatt, a shadow dancer.

After all, these two drow could not escape the evil nature of their lives, but Barbarian risked his life to save them under heavy siege.

Although I wouldn't be so grateful for this, the other person is dead, so it's still a good idea to arrange a decent funeral for him and set up a decent tombstone.

Just doing this made David's whole dragon numb.

Not only was Manzi buried, the grass on his grave was three inches tall.

It’s obviously still autumn!

Could it be that these guys specially found a druid to come over and carry out a grass planting and beautification project on the tomb, right?

He immediately asked in hindsight:

"How long have I been lying there?"

"One year." Artilicia replied expressionlessly.

"One year!??" David immediately felt as if his cloaca had been stepped on by a female dragon.

"Ah? Or what do you think?" Atilicia responded lightly.

He seemed to realize that the focus of his son's concern was not on him at all, and he was a little relieved, but also a little disappointed.

The whole dragon looked a little confused.

At first, he was a little worried because after his son suddenly died, David saw how much of his ugly state of crying and almost committing suicide.

But after that conversation, I was completely overwhelmed by another kind of shock:

His son, who is only seven years old, has gained divinity and become a demigod?

is it possible?

impossible!

Within the scope of knowledge he could understand, this was simply impossible!

You must know that the genius is as powerful as the Crimson Calamity Pavla, but now she is nothing more than a legend.

After all, there are only a few roads to demigods:

Either be promoted by existing gods and granted divinity;

Either sign a contract with an angel or demon through a ritual or contract to obtain divinity;

Either it is possible to obtain part of the divinity through artifacts or relics;

Either inherit or seize the divinity of existing gods:

But this requires extremely harsh circumstances, such as the legendary saint catastrophe that once occurred in the plane of Toril. Mortals may seize the divinity of gods in the form of saints by defeating or killing them;

Apart from these possibilities, the only way left is self-improvement:

In some extremely rare cases, mortals may gradually improve their souls and abilities through self-improvement and perfection, through meditation, study, and exercise, and finally reach the realm of divinity.

But such a process may often take hundreds of years or even longer.

This alone basically cuts off the possibility of short-lived species like humans realizing divinity through self-realization.

But this is the only way for strong men of all ages to climb the divine path on their own.

Puzzled, Atilicia was completely confused.

At this moment, he could only hide his confusion with a poker-faced calmness.

But he was 'calm', but David was not calm anymore.

"F*ck! Let's pack up and go back. If Tanya finds out that I've been running away from home for more than a year behind her back, she'll go crazy!"

When David heard this, he turned around and prepared to leave. He seemed to have completely forgotten that the lone grave of Barbarian behind him was rustling in the autumn wind.

Artilicia immediately looked like she had already made arrangements and comforted her:

"Don't worry too much about your sister. I have asked Siat to take Ahmed back to the Old World by boat first. I told Tanya that you are temporarily studying alchemy in the territory of the Grand Duke of Silver. "

"Oh." David breathed a sigh of relief and quickly asked:

"Has the war between the high elves and the drow begun?"

Artilicia still didn't know what kind of crooked thoughts her red dragon son had, so she looked at him almost sideways, her eyes full of complexity:

"No, you have demolished half of the Spider Nest City of Drogsin, which is the holy land of drow. The drow have been busy fighting for power this year, trying to get the recognition of the Spider God Queen to become the orthodox successor. There are not four In five years, most of them will not be able to regain their strength. How can they fight against the high elves now?"

"Oh" David was a little disappointed immediately.

"But without the threat of drow, the Elf King Eliando has been making various moves and decrees this year. He is busy taking back the excessive power of the nobles in various territories, weakening local power, and causing a lot of backlash from various places. This Elf King Xu It has been suppressed for too long, and the current actions are too radical. In my opinion, it may not be long before the high elves themselves start a civil war before the drow invade."

"ah?"

David was stunned, then smacked the ground with his tail, and said overjoyed:

"It's good to fight!"

If these long-eared guys don't fight, how will David make money?

But it's ironic to think about it. As expected, without external pressure, the internals began to collapse on their own.

He just noticed that his father Yinlong looked a little strange and coughed twice:

"Ahem, among the opposing nobles, I'm afraid it's not your concubine, your long-time friend, the Duke of Silver Wheel, His Highness Miliri Elizabeth, right?"

Artilicia opened her mouth and admitted:

"Yes, don't you think that although the Elf King's move is reasonable, it is somewhat excessive?

"I don't know about other nobles, but the territory of Duke Silver Wheel started from his ancestors. The entire territory was conquered inch by inch and reclaimed bit by bit by the Scalia family.

"For so many years, I have guarded the southern border for Devensel and guarded against the attacks of humans rising from the south in the Middle Earth. There is no credit but hard work, right?

"Why do you think you can take back the right to self-taxation?

“After taking back the tax power, is it time to take back the independent trade rights and military power?

"After taking back military power, should we also take back the autonomy of the lords?

“Taking back autonomy is.”

David quickly stopped him from continuing to chant:

"Stop, stop, stop! Stop talking, you are right! Elf King Eliandor is just a bastard with long hair and short knowledge. He wants to be the emperor? Bah!"

"Huh? Do you also see his ambition to turn the entire Devensell into an empire?"

Artilicia was immediately impressed by her unlearned red dragon son.

"Ah? Isn't it?" David was also a little confused.

Isn’t this rhythm found in history textbooks?

It's just that except for some ruthless emperors who come out of nowhere, few people who do this can end well.

"That's not the point. What I find most unacceptable is that Eliando actually wants his stupid son to marry Elizabeth. Can you bear this?"

David tried his best to recall, and then he remembered the elf princess who was so angry with him that she burst into tears on the spot.

He immediately lowered his voice and asked secretly:

"Isn't this great? Then you can become an earl or even a duke!"

"Bah! I, a silver dragon, still want the title of a high elf?"

Artilicia just figured out the logic of God Davina after her refutation, and became furious:

"Hey wait! Why am I the one who got the seal? What are you, a red dragon, thinking about all day long?

"My relationship with Miliri is pure! Elizabeth is not my daughter either!"

"Ah, right, right!" David didn't bother to talk to him, but he heard the other party continue:

"Millir and I have the same plan to marry Elizabeth to you!"

"Huh?" David immediately became furious like a cat whose tail was stepped on:

"Why! Did you get my consent?"

"Isn't Elizabeth beautiful enough?" Atilicia suddenly asked.

"Beautiful." David's tone immediately softened, telling the truth.

"Isn't Little Elizabeth's figure good enough?" Father Silver Dragon continued to torture.

"The lordosis and the posterior curvature."

"Isn't Elizabeth rich enough?"

"A truly rich woman."

"Then why are you so opposed to it?"

"That's right." David immediately rubbed his chin and thought seriously, then suddenly said with hindsight [angrily]:

"Can this really be the same thing?

“Wouldn’t it be the same answer to these three questions when asked about my mother Pavla?

"Then why have you been hiding in the New World like a bastard for so long? You don't even dare to go back and take a look!"

The silver dragon's father was immediately pierced by the knife in the heart. In her drow form, she jumped up and screamed:

"Can this really be the same thing?

"She went completely against my free will!

"I was forced to do that!"

Snapped!

David immediately knocked Artilicia to the ground in her 'drow' form with one claw.

After transforming into a drow form, he was no match for David in terms of strength.

Just this familiar scene immediately reminded Artilicia of the unbearable memory of the seaside. Just as she was about to change back to her original form and struggle with all her strength, she heard David say:

"Well, didn't you come up with the same answer as me?"

Artilicia suddenly felt relieved and gave up her struggle:

"Yes, it was my fault. I apologize to you and will not mention it again in the future."

But the look of him, as if he had emerged from the mud and remained unsullied, made me feel pity for him. David was stunned immediately, and the force under his claws couldn't help but become a little stronger.

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"Ah" Drow Artilicia couldn't help but moaned, tears coming out of her eyes.

Immediately he seemed to realize something, turned his head, raised his eyebrows and said:

"What are you doing? Let me go quickly."

"Ohhhhh."

For a moment, in front of Manzi's grave.

The father and son each looked away guiltily.