"Your eyes are sharper than a giant eagle's, Your Majesty."
The Demilich complimented. It squatted down, its black robe draped over the ground, and looked up to speak frankly. "My enemy, Jon Arthur, is Tarshamu's lackey, the King of Kholor."
Kholor, like Elantra, which Caesar had impersonated when he infiltrated the humans, was one of the nine free trade city-states in the central region. Although they all worshipped Tarshamu as their leader, each city had its own master.
The Jon Arthur that the Demilich was talking about was the ruler of Kholor for the past twenty years. That person did not have a title, but was known as the King of Kholor.
Caesar knew about the city of Kholor, but he didn't know who Jon Arthur was. However, he didn't delve too deeply into this matter. Maintaining his dignity as the master of Blackwing's Nest, he changed the topic and asked with interest, "Let me hear it. What evil have you done?"
"For a spellcaster who studies necromancy, living is evil," Ryan replied with a bitter voice.
Ryan replied with a bitter voice, "The radiant Holy Knights will only uphold their so-called justice and judge the evil in their eyes. They swore to take my life and will not rest until they are dead."
"That's hard to say."
The entrenched evil dragon was not moved by the Demilich's emotions at all. Instead, it sneered, and then its voice grew louder. "Speak, mage, what evil have you done?"
"Just for the lives of a few normal people and a few insignificant corpses, Jon Arthur took away everything that I loved."
The Demilich paused for a moment, and when it saw that the Black Dragon King was unmoved, it had no choice but to admit. "Of course, I wanted to take it away from him."
It had a sorrowful and indignant look, as if it was still tormented by the pain at that time.
Hehe …
Caesar clicked his tongue in wonder, amazed by this fellow's worldview. However, he was an evil dragon, and would not reject a spellcaster with rich knowledge because of this. Thus, the Black Dragon Lord asked, "They chased you all the way to the North?"
"No, I shook them off for the time being," Ryan said as he leaned on his staff.
Ryan said as he leaned on his staff. The key point of this sentence was the word "temporarily", and then he continued to speak.
Ever since then, the evil Necromancer began a long period of exile, and Jon Arthur's minions were always on his tail. From Kohor to Elande, from Elande to the Unfallen Empire, and then back to the Nine Great Trade City-States. He drifted and was hated by everyone.
In the end, the Demilich who had failed to transform came to the Northern Kingdoms. He stepped into the uninhabited land and went deep into Blackwing's Lair, directly arriving in front of the Dragon King.
"Mage."
After listening to him, Caesar moved his body, which had curled up into a ball on the high platform, and walked down step by step. He looked down at the heretic who was seeking protection. "You have to understand what it means to pledge your loyalty to me."
"The Black Dragon has never been a fool that can be fooled. Don't hope that you can treat us the same way you treat the Red Dragon. If you dare to be disloyal, hide or deceive us, don't expect me to be as merciful as those humans."
Anyone who had seen the face of the Black Dragon Lord would be shocked, regardless of whether it was a human or a true dragon.
Fortunately, the Demilich had seen the Mass Energy Crystal circulating in the Northern Kingdoms before, and had come for it, so it did not show any fear or make any embarrassing moves. However, looking directly at such a powerful evil dragon, the pupils of its human face on the left trembled slightly.
"I understand, Your Majesty," Ryan replied softly.
Ryan replied in a low voice. The Black Dragon Overlord released his Draconic Might and a terrifying aura surged forth like a tsunami, forcing the Demilich to lower his head. The soul fire that was originally floating in his eye sockets was deeply suppressed.
"Very good, mage."
Caesar showed a satisfied smile, but the Black Dragon's face did not look like he was smiling at all. It was because he opened his mouth to reveal his sharp teeth that made him look even more ferocious. "If that's the case, you have to follow the rules of Blackwing's Lair, Hogg —" he growled.
"At your command, Your Majesty."
The leader of the Gnolls immediately came out from the shadows in the corner of the palace, holding a shining short axe in its hand.
"Let this mage live in the slums at the edge of Blackwing's Lair. Yes, the place where the kobolds live. At the same time, tell him about the rules of Blackwing's Lair."
Caesar said that Blackwing's Lair had a strict hierarchy that would not change based on the strength of outsiders. Newcomers, regardless of whether they were humans or other creatures, were of the lowest class. Even if spellcasters were important, the Black Dragon Lord would not allow them to enter the core area or even the Emerald Palace. That was a place where only special clans could stay.
The outsiders had to endure the continuous exploitation of Blackwing's Nest and prove their worth. Only then would they have a chance to be promoted and improve their poor living conditions.
This was not beneficial to Caesar's recruitment of foreign clans, but it was important for the stability of his rule.
Actually, there was another reason why the Demilich Ryan had been reduced to living with the kobolds.
This damned fellow had scared Luna.
"I understand."
Hogg glanced at the frightening Demilich, turned around, and took the lead to walk out of the Emerald Palace.
"Please allow me to leave, Your Majesty."
Rennes nodded. The Demilich, who was used to living in the dark and gloomy places, did not have any requirements. He did not care what he lived with. His only goal was to obtain the protection of the powerful Evil Dragon.
Following behind the leader of the Gnolls, he noticed that Hogg's weapon was not an ordinary item. It was a legendary weapon with great power. Ryan remembered that the last time he had seen such a thing was on the so-called King of Khol, Joffrey Arthur.
What?
Legendary weapons were so common in the North that even the leader of the Gnolls had the right to use it?
Ryan did not believe it.
Furthermore, this fellow actually dared to use this item in front of a greedy Pentashade Dragon. Obviously, he had the tacit approval of the Black Dragon Emperor. Furthermore, this Legendary item was a weapon that the Black Dragon Emperor had bestowed upon his own kin.
After thinking about this problem, the Demilich's suspicious and sensitive heart trembled slightly. Of course, he did not sincerely want to join the Dragon King. His original plan was to hide under the protection of the powerful evil dragon for a period of time and wait for a few years until the situation calmed down and the pursuers gave up on the search. Then he would find a chance to escape.
But now, Ryan had changed his mind. He wanted to find out more about the situation in Blackwing's Lair and evaluate the Dragon King's potential before deciding whether to pledge loyalty.
"Outsider, let me warn you first."
After arriving at their destination, the strong Gnoll turned around and said in an unfriendly tone, "The first rule of His Majesty's ban is that you are not allowed to harm any living creatures in Blackwing's Lair. You are allowed to research necromancy, but if you violate the ban, we will break your bones."
"Please do not worry."
The Demilich nodded. He did not look at the Gnoll, but looked at the surroundings instead. His attitude was not very polite.
"It's good that you remember."
Hogg continued, "Because you have to remember every single one of them clearly …"