Chapter 2281: Backcountry

Naturally, the lands that make up the Hefeng Continent cannot be divided for use by the dragon clan, after all, they are all land with a master.
However, excluding these largest lands, there are still tens of millions of islands on the vast sea. The area of ​​these islands may not be as large as that of the gentle mainland, but they are not smaller than any sub-town.
Moreover, most islands are densely forested and rich in products. They need land and mines, which can satisfy the appetite of the dragons and the materials they need to develop science and technology. It is enough to not be burdened by the trivialities of the world. Known as a paradise.
Believe that such an ideal place, Tyrannosaurus King Bakar and other members of the dragon clan, will definitely be 100% satisfied.
I told Kailan about this idea, but the latter didn't take it seriously: "I believe my ancestors must have thought of this way, but the dragon race still dominated the heavens."
"It's not the same." I shook my head, stared at the girl’s twinkling eyes, and said softly: "A negotiation with fear and a fellowship with Yicheng will produce different results. Your ancestors feared the power of the dragon, but I can’t wait to drive them out of the territory. Naturally, I won’t have a good face, no good suggestions, and I won’t talk peacefully. Unlike me, I’m not afraid of dragons, and I even make friends with certain dragons. Dragon King Bakar is also a half-friendship and half-utilization relationship. He has signed an ally contract with the entire dragon clan. When he speaks and does things, he will naturally think of each other more than just a temporary benefit."
Kailan let out a soft snort in her nose, showing her small teeth, a bite at my shoulder, then turned over, got into the bed, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, and snored in a short while.
He folded his hands and rested behind his head, quietly staring at the ceiling, feeling lost in thought.
Blood purification...Dragons...
If the dragons can really obey the responsibilities of their allies, can they use their power to uproot the blood purification?
This may be a good choice. It can show the might of the dragon and wipe out the opponents. However, it is as powerful as the dragon and often treats the humans as ants. Even if they kill 11 million wrongly because of this, they will not have the slightest bit. Guilt, but this kind of behavior will cause me great distress, and will put them in the list of disasters again.
Thinking of this, the just-initiated leveraging strategy was killed before it bloomed.
Forget it, let's rely on the local forces. After all, even if you kill more people, you will only be regarded as vicious, but will not be treated as a disaster.
If the direction of public opinion is well controlled, it may be possible to push the responsibility to the purification. After all, it is a non-governmental organization, hidden in the dark, and I am in the light, and it is far more convenient and more influential than it.
"Not bad" I couldn't help but mumbled complacent.
The next day, after having breakfast, Kailan and I, after receiving the handwriting from Simmons Rock, hurriedly left the palace and went straight to our destination.
Although there are many checkpoints on this road, it can be considered unimpeded because of the monarch's hand encyclical.
Halfway and half on the road, after about two hours, I finally arrived at the destination.
The destination is located near a village, which is very small, with only a few dozen households.
The head of the village is an elderly man with a small cap on his head, a linen clothes, thick and heavy, and a small mane jacket that is 80% new on the outside. He is bulging in his pocket. I don’t know what’s in his pocket. Black canvas shoes, with a thick base, must be warm and comfortable to wear.
The village chief is leaning on a cane in one hand, and the other hand is held by a young man who looks like his twenties. The young man looks ordinary, wears a canvas cotton jacket, two dripping round eyes, and keeps glancing at Kailan. His nose is still from time to time. Give it a whistle to back the clear nose that is about to drip out.
Kailan didn't care about the young man's sneaking glances. She held me with one hand, and covered her mouth with the other, and let out a big sigh. This normal action almost sucked the young man's eyes.
The village chief seemed to have noticed the youth's reaction, and coughed heavily, but it didn't work at all. He had no choice but to poke the bottom of his feet with a crutches. The aching youth grinned and almost pushed the village chief out.
With a snicker in my heart, I cleared my throat and said solemnly: "Well, dare to ask, are you the village chief here?"
"It's the old man, dare to ask the distinguished guest?"
I handed the Simmons Locke manuscript up and said: "This is your majesty's hand-written manuscript, please have a look."
After receiving the manuscript and looking at it carefully for a while, the old man glanced suspiciously at my eyes, then exchanged the manuscript back, saying: "The old man has dim eyes and can't distinguish the writing on it. Please wait a while for the distinguished guest. I will send someone to come. Look."
Having said that, he tapped the thigh of the young man next to him with a crutches: "What are you going to do? Please invite your husband!"
The young man turned his gaze away from Kailan's face reluctantly, turned his head after three steps, and moved toward the village with five steps and one pause.
When the village chief saw this, his old face flushed with shame, and he said embarrassingly: "Don't blame the distinguished guest, my grandson has never been out of the village, and he has little knowledge, let alone seeing a distinguished person like you. I am sorry for any irregularities. "
"It's okay. Your grandson is full of energy and has a good vision. He will become a great weapon in the future."
Although the village chief has limited knowledge, after all, he is so old and good, how can he not hear what I am saying, and his old face is even more embarrassing.
After a few meetings, the young man came back, followed by an old man with extraordinary temperament. Based on his appearance, the old man seemed to be older than the village head.
"Sir", the village head respectfully saluted the old man, and then said again: "These two manuscripts claiming to have your majesty are old-fashioned and clumsy and can't tell the truth from the false. I also hope that Mr. will help."
The old man looked at me, glanced at Kailan again, thought a little, then fixed his gaze on my face again, arched his hands, and said, "Look at the appearance of the two, they don't look like Yorkers."
"The old man's eyes are burning. In one word, we are not from York City, but from Moonlight City."
"Moonlight City people...Moonlight City people...Well, dare to ask you two, which town do you live in?"
"Capital City, Moonlight City."
The old man was shocked and hurriedly said, "You are not the elder An Xiaoyi of the Moonlight City?"
I observed the old man’s expressions for a while. It did not look hostile, but in order to prevent accidents, I put my hand on the handle of the demon sword in an imperceptible way, and nodded and said with a serious face: "It's right down."
The old man looked at me up and down several times, and suddenly he sighed and said: "This looks, this age, this temperament can't be wrong, it must be the authentic An Xiaoyi."
"Excuse me," I interjected: "Excuse me, when do you plan to verify the authenticity of the manuscript?"
"No need for inspection, no need for inspection." The old man waved his hands again and again: "As you are, I will never cheat. I am a little curious. Why are adults suddenly coming to this poor country?"
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