Dracotitán

At the borders between nations, there are often lawless gray areas, primarily to avoid disputes. These places are usually havens for all sorts of scum—evildoers, criminals, thieves, robbers, fleeing nobility, and slave traders, a congregation of society's "trash."

At the junction of the Norton Kingdom, the Bayleaf Duchy, and the Stan Duchy, there was once such a lawless black zone in Bologna, where the "trash" of the three nations continuously gathered.

Due to its unique location, there were no nobles or lords here, making it a land beyond law.

In the past, in Bologna, you could see all sorts of villains, wanted criminals, dominating robbers, exiled nobility, and slave-trading merchants...

Dark races like vampires, werewolves, and dark elves could walk openly here, and sometimes you could even encounter cultists performing small blood sacrifices to demons.

Of course, seeing cultists, those lawless villains would usually gang up and kill them on sight, as chaotic and evil beings were even more detestable.

While devil worshippers and followers of evil deities were somewhat tolerated, demon cultists, with their unpredictable and self-destructive madness, were intolerable even to dark races like werewolves and vampires.

In summary, Bologna was once a gathering place for filth and evil, where chaos and order coexisted.

That was until a newly advanced soul-intent gold dragon passed by and, seeing the evils of Bologna, decided to take action to clean it up.

However, being a long-standing lawless area, Bologna's waters were deep, and the gold dragon, intending to right wrongs, suffered a minor setback, finding itself in a humiliating position.

For a proud gold dragon, being disadvantaged by a group of lowly villains was unacceptable. Sleep it off, wait a few decades or centuries until stronger, and then seek revenge? No joke! If a gold dragon can't win, why not call other dragons for help?

So, the gold dragon that suffered in Bologna called for friends—gold dragons, silver dragons, copper dragons of various kinds, all it knew, to come to its aid.

Not stopping there, the wronged gold dragon also brought its parents, grandparents, all to show force.

In less than three days, the gold dragon assembled a team for revenge and led them to destroy over a dozen cities of sin built by villains in Bologna, flattening every visible structure.

The villains, dark races, and followers of evil gods were slaughtered under the breath of the metallic dragon swarm.

The wrath of one gold dragon erased this black zone, existing for centuries between three nations, from existence.

"Ah, Muria, brother, I was too impulsive back then!" Caslana, the gold dragon lady, sighed as she recounted to Muria how she became a lordly dragon.

"Regret your decision?" Muria, hearing Caslana's past experiences, showed a very curious expression.

"Yes, I regret it a lot." Caslana, standing with Muria at the top of a mage tower, overlooking the city below, showed a very annoyed expression.

"I was too impulsive. I shouldn't have called so many dragons to help me. After venting, to pay those dragons, I spent all the wealth I had saved up from childhood in one go."

"..."

"I should've just called my grandfather, one dragon, and wouldn't have had to pay anything."

"What level of dragon is your grandfather?" Though he had a guess, Muria still asked to confirm.

"An ancient dragon!"

Right, an ancient dragon level gold dragon is definitely legendary, no doubt about it.

"That was the poorest time in my dragon life, but also my proudest. Yet after the pride, I felt a huge loss, spending so much just to satisfy my anger.

Then, looking at Bologna, turned into ruins and scorched earth by me, I decided to become the lord of this land. My money couldn't have been spent in vain."

Muria nodded, understanding the feeling. After spending so much, one must recoup some value.

Suddenly, Muria seemed to think of something. He turned his head, only to find his current height allowed him to see just the full and round chest of the gold dragon lady.

"When you declared Bologna your territory, what was the reaction of the three surrounding human nations?"

"They were quite informed. The day after I destroyed all cities in Bologna and declared myself its lord, all three nations sent envoys with kings and dukes' signed lordship and nobility decrees."

"They just recognized your rule over Bologna like that?" Muria didn't believe those three nations didn't care about Bologna at all; indifference due to trouble doesn't mean lack of interest.

"My grandparents were there at the time; they dared not acknowledge it!" Noticing Muria's gaze, Caslana smirked smugly, intentionally pushing out her chest.

"Uh-huh!" After noticing the gold dragon lady's action, Muria rubbed his nose, calmly shifted his gaze away, and looked over the bustling city streets below.

In the White Jade Divine Palace, he had seen all sorts of spectacles, sirens offering songs, mermaids dancing, all large and white, plenty to see, and he was already tired of it... Well, it seems he never tired of it. When he was younger, due to physical limitations, he felt nothing, but now, he felt differently.

"Did you design the city, and did you also design this castle?" After glancing at the orderly city below, Muria turned his gaze to the surrounding mage towers identical to the one under his feet and the central mage tower that reached into the clouds, pulling elemental forces around it into a vast elemental vortex.

His current location was in the heart of Bologna, a city rebuilt nearly a century ago, in the center of Caslana's home—a uniquely shaped castle.

In fact, calling the structure beneath his feet a castle was a bit misleading. Upon entering, Muria had observed that the main body of the castle was the central mage tower that stirred the sky's vast elemental vortex.

The secondary structures included six slightly smaller mage towers, including the one under his feet.

Right, this gold dragon lady, who just mentioned being penniless once, had built one main and six secondary mage towers in this city, making these seven mage towers the core structure of Bologna.

"My grandfather helped me design it."

"If I'm not mistaken, the real core of this castle is those seven mage towers, right? I'm curious, what did you use to build these seven mage towers?"

"Cough, my parents, and grandparents contributed a part."

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