Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

This orange cat is really fat.

With its shiny hair and round, white and fat belly, it was obviously just an ordinary animal, but it showed no cowardice at all under the control of Polycris.

"Meow meow!" The orange cat held a fat-headed fish in its mouth and resisted dissatisfiedly.

"I advise you to take care of yourself!" Polikli held the orange cat by the scruff, "Even if you are just a cat, you must abide by the laws of the empire. How can you steal the fisherman's goods?!"

"Let me loose your dog paws, meow! This meow is not an orange meow! I am a beast god! Believe it or not, I will bite you to death, meow! (#｀Van´)山"

"Oh!" Polikli looked at the chubby orange cat curiously.

"You can actually talk!? I didn't expect such a weak orange cat to be an intelligent species."

The so-called wisdom species are monsters that have developed spiritual intelligence.

For example, monsters such as Big Gray Wolf and Polycri, which have their own societies and civilizations, are intelligent species.

The Fire Rabbit tribe before dragon transformation did not belong to the intelligent species.

Polikli looked at the orange cat up and down, and even looked at the cat's balls. He didn't feel any special power in this smart orange cat at all, which made him sigh in relief.

"That's it for the Beast God~ If you were the Beast God, I would be the Dragon God Bahamut!"

After saying that, Polikli raised his claws and slapped the fat-headed fish out of the orange cat's mouth.

The fat-headed fish rolled on the ground several times, and its body was covered with dust. At this time, a carriage passed by, and the heavy wheels crushed the fat-headed fish in an instant. The light in the orange cat's eyes finally disappeared.

"Damn it, meow!" The orange cat lowered his head and trembled with anger.

When I raised my head again.

There was a hint of nobility in his golden eyes.

This sudden scene startled Polikri.

"Despicable kobold meow! You never know what kind of existence you have offended, meow! Give me..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a "boom" sound of a giant object falling to the ground behind him.

The faint dragon's power spread, making the orange cat tremble with fear, and all the momentum on his body faded away like a deflated rubber ball.

"Yo! Polikri~" Rolls-Royce waved its dragon claw, "What are you doing here?"

The kobold chief Polikli glanced at the orange cat that was licking its fur obediently on his hand, and then scratched his head, feeling a little confused for a moment.

Was that noble aura just now really just an illusion?

If it doesn't work, you have to confirm it multiple times.

However, after looking over and over for a long time, the orange cat still looked ordinary. Maybe its licking action was a little more elegant than other cats, and the orange cat could talk.

Maybe it's really just an illusion.

Polycris shook his head, then faced Rolls-Royce with a smile on his face and waved friendly:

"Long time no see. Do you want to go to my house to play Gwent tonight? I will defeat the dragon~"

Rolls-Royce: (♯▼plate▼)

He really couldn't bring himself to mention something. He had finally forgotten the fact that he lost to a kobold, and now that damn memory resurfaced!

But now the request came from Policris, and Rolls-Royce could only pretend not to hear it.

Although they are different in terms of blood, they are both monster leaders under His Majesty Watrous, so their status is actually equal.

This has gradually become an unspoken rule among monsters.

No monster dares to bully other monsters by virtue of their noble bloodline.

"That's right, His Majesty Watrous is planning a great plan!"

"Great plan?!" Polycris' eyes widened.

As His Majesty’s number one henchman, dog-headed strategist, and historical record officer, how could such a great plan be without its participation?

"What a great plan, let's talk about it~"

Rolls-Royce raised his chin proudly: ＜(￣＾￣)＞

He raised his tail and said nothing.

This time it was Polycris' turn to feel uncomfortable.

As a counselor whose IQ surpassed that of the brass dragon, he did not want to be inferior to the brass dragon.

Originally, bloodline could not be rolled, but now I can only roll IQ.

But he was eager to know about His Majesty Watrous's great plan and wanted to participate in it.

In the end, he still compromised and said with a low eyebrow:

"Rolls-Royce, how about you tell me about His Majesty's great plan, and then I let you win two Gwent cards from me?"

After hearing this, Rolls-Royce opened half of his eyes and glanced at the kobold chief, without saying anything: ＜(￣＾￣)＞

"Let you beat me four times!" Polikri gritted his teeth.

Rolls-Royce:＜(￣＾￣)＞

"Six!" Polycris raised the condition again, "And it's also spreading among all the monsters that you beat me by six of Gwent!"

Rolls-Royce: "Deal! ＜(￣︶￣)＞"

Now that an agreement has been reached, Rolls-Royce told Polikri in detail the plan Su Nian told him.

and made demands.

He needed black dye, so dark that spies from the Ireland Empire couldn't tell his identity.

"So you came to me for help, not to show off?"

Policri looked at Rolls-Royce in astonishment.

"That's right! ＜(￣︶￣)＞" A certain brass dragon wagged its tail triumphantly.

The kobold chief, whose emotions had been toyed with, was silent for a while, and finally suppressed the anger in his heart.

It smiled brightly, and then slapped the orange cat's butt with a paw.

"Meow! How dare you slap my butt, meow!"

The plump orange cat's fur exploded and he immediately hissed and struggled.

Just now it was left there for a long time and I thought it could get away with it, but I didn't expect that it still couldn't escape the clutches of this damn kobold.

"As you can see, Rolls-Royce, now I have this thief to deal with."

Polikri pointed at the big orange cat struggling crazily and explained:

"It stole a fisherman's fish. According to imperial law, it should compensate the fisherman three times the amount of the stolen goods! Now I still have to find the fisherman, so you can go find the dye house yourself."

Rolls-Royce looked at Polikri speechlessly.

This is just an ordinary orange cat, and he still needs to be punished according to the laws of the empire?

I'm afraid Polikli is not showing off his brain!

He's such a big dragon and wouldn't he scare people to death when he goes to a human dyeing workshop?

This matter must be resolved by Policris.

After all, Imperial residents are now familiar with Polikri's kobold vigilantes.

As soon as he thought about this, Rolls-Royce took out a bunch of gold coins from the scales on his butt and threw it in front of Polikri.

This is his private money~

"Here! I paid the compensation for this orange cat on your behalf. Let's go dye it quickly."

The brass dragon urged loudly, but Policris took his time.

The task was assigned to Rolls-Royce.

If it couldn't be completed, His Majesty would just pack up the Rolls-Royce and not cause any trouble to him.

His Majesty often teaches them the art of communication.

If there is a problem in the task link, then the communication between the parties involved is not in place.

So Policris picked up the gold coins slowly, stuffed them back into the scales of the Rolls-Royce, and said with dignity: "Really, I am very disappointed!"

Rolls-Royce: “(ο´･д･)??”

The kobold was heartbroken and looked up to the sky with a long sigh:

"I thought you and I were monsters, but now I realize it's nothing more than that. Rolls-Royce, do you know that your current behavior is encouraging the growth of crime in the Imperial City!"