Personally, Gawain sees Melita as a friend, and has a natural kindness and admiration for the glorious dragon civilization, but he can't just make decisions from a personal perspective - as the ruler of an empire, he has to make sure that every wealth created by his citizens is used in the right place.

Now that Tallund is in trouble, Melita and the other emissaries have not yet officially opened their mouths to ask for help, but it is only a matter of time, and Gawain can certainly provide assistance, but there must also be a reciprocal benefit behind this aid - political benefits, technical benefits, economic or resource benefits, and even purely humanitarian benefits, all of which must be taken into account.

It was after considering all of these aspects that Gawain finally decided that aiding Tallund would be an investment with incredible potential returns.

The hundred-legged insect dies but does not stiffen, and the civilization of Tallrond, which was once glorious to the apex on this planet, is a treasure trove even if it falls, even if you do not consider the ancient technology buried in the wasteland and the wealth accumulated by the dragons that have not been destroyed in the war, just the dragons themselves are a force to be reckoned with to the mortal nations of this planet, and an opportunity to help these powerful creatures...... Once in a blue moon.

Gawain sat on the sofa, seriously thinking about the meaning behind this matter and the necessary proportions when taking various actions, Rebecca looked at the expression of the ancestor curiously beside her, and after a long time, she couldn't help but ask, "Ancestor, what are you thinking?" ”

Gawain glanced at the girl and smiled, "I just thought about providing assistance to Talrond...... It's a once-in-a-lifetime thing to make the dragon confess. ”

Hetty, who was on the side, blinked, and his mind became active: "Do you need to let the merchants 'move'?" We can buy a large amount of surplus or even old grain from the northern countries in advance, so that no countries can come up with more food to help Tarlund before the first harvest of this year, and we can become the biggest pillar of the Dragon Nation, and even provide the only food aid, which will be a monopoly aid - with the dragons abiding by the tradition of contract and morality, we will have the greatest and longest support from Tallrond. It would probably cost a lot of money, but it was worth it, and the food was a small cost compared to the dragons' support. ”

Hetty's clever idea made both Amber and Rebecca look at her twice, and even Gawain showed a little surprise, but after a short thought, the latter shook his head: "To be honest, your idea is really ...... I like, we could have done this before, but not now. ”

Hetty was stunned for a moment, and didn't react for a while: "Huh? Why? ”

Before Gao Wen could speak this time, Amber next to him took the first step and said, "It's not simple? Times have changed. In the past, Cecil was alone, but now we have to build an alliance, and we have to make a set of rules for everyone to abide by - we eat meat, we can't even leave soup for others, and even go further, we have to leave meat for other people, otherwise things are too desperate, who else in the world wants to believe in Cecil's 'common destiny'? ”

The half-elf casually said such a long paragraph, which surprised both Gawain and Hetty, and the latter's eyes widened even more: "It's really not like you can say this!" ”

Amber crossed her waist: "What's not like that?" Isn't it just ganging up, I've seen a lot in the slums back then......"

There was some truth in what the half-elf said, but the smug appearance was still very underwhelming, and Hetty held back for a long time before she couldn't resist rubbing an ice arrow to explode her head - of course, the main thing was that she couldn't hit it even if it was rubbed out. After slanting Amber without moving, Hetty's gaze turned back to Gawain's face: "Then Ancestor, how do we ensure Cecil's initiative in this matter?" ”

"Quite simply, although we can't buy food on a large scale for monopoly aid, we can be the first to stand and call and organize," Gawain laughed, taking the opportunity to teach Hetty what to do in the future international order, "The biggest difference between playing a role in an alliance and being a 'lone hero' is yours As long as you use your prestige and checks and balances to take the lead in doing something, then even if you don't actually pay anything at all, you can make everyone think that you are the one who pays the most.

"Of course, others are not stupid, if we really don't pay anything, then no matter how great the prestige and discourse power will gradually fall, and now the prototype of the alliance has not been established, and we can't say that there is any prestige and checks and balances, so the real money still has to be smashed into it, and the lead must be a bit of a leader - the cost of doing so will of course be higher than the kind of people who 'make a point, shout two points, and do a three-point gesture', but it is absolutely long-lasting."

Gawain spoke patiently, Hetty listened attentively, and the latter felt that the latter had benefited greatly from a few words of teaching, which she had never considered before, but it dawned on her as soon as she understood it.

"Well, I can't finish talking about these things for days and nights," Finally, Gawain realized that it was getting late, so he stopped talking, and there was a complicated and self-deprecating smile on his face, "It's really an old man, and he preached before he knew it." ”

"Please don't say that, I have benefited greatly from these 'teachings,'" said Hetty, hastily, "Your experience and wisdom are a valuable asset. ”

"Okay, okay, it's no good to flatter me," Gawain smiled and waved his hand, then turned his head and looked at the dragon egg placed not far from the sofa - the thing was still standing quietly on a grooved base, glowing with pale gold in the light, the runes on the surface flickered, and mysterious lines loomed in the eggshell, Gawain's face slowly became strange, "Let's figure out what to do with this thing......

Gao Wen's words immediately drew everyone's attention back to the dragon egg, and Amber couldn't help but circle around the dragon egg, but still didn't hold back her mouth: "Speaking of this dragon egg, this thing really has nothing to do with you?" You were called by the dragon goddess in the middle of the night, and you didn't know what to talk about all night, and it didn't take long for Talrond to bring the dragon eggs and ask you to take care of them by name...... How does this sound like...... Oh!! ”

Amber's second half of the sentence ended with an exclamation, and an ice orb almost the size of her head grazed the tip of her ear and flew into the distance - Hetty had already grabbed the staff at some point, and was staring at this shame of all things, and Gawain was still whispering next to her: "Next time, you try to press the casting focus down a little bit......

Amber's cold sweat ran down her forehead, and Rebecca on the side looked trembling and didn't dare to say anything, the latter finally remembered that she had said something similar not long ago, and at the same time vaguely felt as if she owed a beating......

After a few moments, Hetty finally put away her staff, and the great butler glared at Rebecca and Amber, then at the dragon egg, and then at his ancestor, "Have you really decided to hatch it?" We are not sure for the true intentions of the 'god' in entrusting this dragon egg to you...... Even if He had no ill intentions, the consequences of this thing hatching would be too unpredictable. ”

"I understand your concerns, but we'll have to try before we know how this thing changes in the face of external stimuli," Gawain said, "and let's be honest...... Aren't you curious about that? ”

Hetty stared at the dragon egg, and after hesitating for a long time, he nodded embarrassedly: "...... Indeed, I'm curious to see what this thing will hatch. ”

"Arrange a special room for it, maintain a suitable temperature according to the parameters suggested by Melita, and then have the technicians set up the magic net and transformation device in the room," Gawain said as he thought about it, "and then arrange for people to take turns to keep an eye out for any unusual changes in this dragon egg." ”

……

The city of Cecil was still lit up at night, with artificial lights shining on the ground, creating a glorious city that never sleeps at the foot of the dark mountains, and in a square near the central city, Kassandra was curiously observing the human capital, which was very different from the northern port.

She maintained her form as a sea serpent, crawling under the streetlamps at the edge of the square, the light of which shone dreamily on her shiny scales, and yawning Tyr followed her, arching forward and swaying her head from side to side—the latter had been forcibly dragged out by Kassandra, after all, the Witch of the Deep was unfamiliar with the city, and she needed a guide, and Tyr was the only one of her kind.

The citizens of Cecil in the vicinity occasionally cast curious glances at the two Sirens walking in the square, but no one was rude to disturb them: the city has a strange pride and reserve, and the people who live here maintain a restrained posture in front of outsiders despite their strong curiosity and spirit of exploration, and Kassandra does not know how this folk custom came to be, but she appreciates it.

"I mean, can't you be sober?" After Tyr almost fell asleep walking for the third time, Kassandra finally couldn't help but speak, "When I looked for you in the evening, you said you were going to catch up on sleep, and when I looked for you in the evening, you were catching up on sleep, and it was almost ten o'clock, and you told me that you were going to make up for sleep, don't you think there's anything wrong?" ”

Tyr raised his eyelids vigorously and glanced at his own kindred, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and said lazily and as a matter of course: "Nonsense, of course you have to go to bed at night—go to bed at ten o'clock on time, isn't my routine healthy?" ”

Kassandra knew the name of "Tyr the Sleeper" back in Antavien, but at this time, she couldn't help but cover her forehead when she heard the other party's righteous theory: "Of course it's okay to sleep at night, but you're awake during the day...... I'm curious, do you have a sober time in the day? ”

Tyr raised his head: "Why not?" I'm awake in my sleep! ”

Kassandra: "......"

The Witch of the Deep shook her head helplessly, and the snake's tail snaked and crawled towards a night shop not far away, passing by several citizens who were traveling together at night, two of them glanced curiously in this direction, and their eyes fell on Kassandra's tail - although they quickly smiled politely and withdrew their gazes, Kassandra noticed them, and at the same time remembered the strange gaze she had often encountered since she came to the city today, she frowned, and couldn't help but look at her fellow citizens: "Tyr, I think it's a little weird......"

Tyr looked up sleepily, "What's so strange?" ”

"Aren't the Cecilians no strangers to the Kraken?" Kassandra pointed to her tail, "But it seems that many humans today are surprised when they see me, and look at my tail with great curiosity......"

"I don't know why," Tyr shrugged his shoulders absently, his long tail bent and arched forward, "why didn't they stare at my tail?" So surely you have a problem. Okay, let's go, I'll go back to sleep after I show you around the shopping street here......"

Is it your own problem?

Kassandra thought thoughtfully, then shook her head and raised herself to keep up with Tyr, who was already arching away, and then she had barely crawled two steps before she finally noticed the arched tail.

For a moment, the Witch of the Deep realized what was wrong.

"Tyr!! You still haven't learned how to crawl properly?! Kassandra cried out, "O O Endless Deep—for the Queen's sake, you can't just conjure your legs out and walk upright?" ”

"No, I can't walk on my legs and sleep cross-legged at any time."

Not far away, Tyr waved her hand and gave Kassandra's request with her own set of reasons, and the Witches of the Deep became angry, screaming in exasperation from afar—and beside them, the nightless city grew louder and thriving in the lights.

Anthropologists from the city-states of the Northwest roam the streets, talking about magic technology and the roar of machines in factories;

The dwarf gray elves roam the stalls and crowds of the night market, and the tall western orcs and the red-skinned red valley people roam the streets with humans;

Not far away, above the magic network broadcasting device, a holographic projection presents a documentary program about elven culture, several blonde and long-eared silver elves stop under the projection, with a new look to see how humans understand the customs rooted in the tropical forest;

Farther in the harbor, a group of young men from the old royal capital have just landed, and the legendary Shadow Tycoon Film is their hero.

There was a flapping of wings and a buzz in the sky, huge shadows swept over the city, and the silhouette of the dragon's wings could be faintly seen in the navigation lights and flashing beacon lights—they were students from the Principality of the Holy Dragon, who were training for night flight under the guidance of instructors, and they wore the Iron Wings device for training, taking off from the Imperial Academy, and traveling through the city to the training camp in the forest on the west side, where they completed a two-week spring training camp with the cadets.

The best Dragonborn students in each class will receive a new, permanent Iron Wings device for free, with Princess Rebecca's autograph on it.

High up in the tower of the Autumn Palace, Melita Pernia withdrew her gaze to the sky, and a smile finally appeared on her face as she watched the elated Dragonborn students skim across the sky.

"It's getting better......"