Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon's Might-Chapter 37 - Of Course, It Was Rejected

I think you are worthy to submit to me.”

“What do you need us for?” Lorug asked, “If we were to submit to you, that is.”

Leon naturally wouldn’t say that he just wanted a group of minions, nothing else he wanted the orcs to do, fiercely barred his teeth as he retorted: “What do you mean?

If my answer doesn’t satisfy you, you won’t submit to me?”

“No, no, no, I didn’t mean that.” The Red Dragon completely overturned the playbook, throwing Lorug’s conversation rhythm into complete disorder.

He never imagined that back in the Orc Tribe, as a respected divine Priest, orcs had to follow his pace.

Outside, nobody cossetted him like that.

“There’s no room for you to bargain here.” Leon said fiercely, thinking some people only respect power, not virtue.

The harder you beat them, the more they worship you, treating you like a god.

Conversely, they think you’re easy to bully, just a bunch of spineless fools.

Lorug forced a smile, thinking the conversation had already gone off track, he needed to swiftly get back on point, “Do you…

know what we’re doing here?”

No dragon could resist the temptation of treasure.

Lloyd’s idea was simple, reveal that there was treasure hidden inside the abandoned castle, then shift the Red Dragon’s attention onto the treasure, and lure the Red Dragon into the battlements filled with monsters.

In fact, up until now in the conversation, Leon was already irritated, especially since other orcs were shouting to chop him up while they were talking, even the best of tempers couldn’t stand it.

He said: “Why do you have so many questions?

I don’t care what you’re doing here, right now I just want you to submit to me.”

“Treasure.” Lorug hadn’t given up on his plan, “We came here for the treasure.”

“So what?

What does that have to do with your submission to me?” Leon knew about the treasure, but his interest in treasure was far less than acquiring a group of orc minions and then getting rewards from the Golden Finger.

“Don’t test my patience anymore, I only have so much of it.” Leon said, “I ask you one last time, do you or do you not choose to submit to me?”

“Yes or no.” Leon raised his hand, summoning his sword to it, holding it in his grasp, “If you dodge the question again, I’ll take it as a refusal.”

“Perhaps I should kill half of you first.” Leon waved his sword, feeling that his temper was getting worse.

It wasn’t like this at all back when he was working, no matter how idiotic the client was, he always remained patient.

Indeed, it’s easier to learn bad habits than good ones.

Hearing Leon’s words, all the orcs roared.

Leon paid no mind to the orcs.

If it really came to that, he didn’t mind starting a slaughter, after all, in his view, the ugly orcs were just monsters with no rights to speak of.

Taking life was one thing—killing cute cats and dogs was different than killing rats, cockroaches, and spiders.

“I’ll give you ten minutes to think about it.” This time, Leon truly issued a final ultimatum, then spread his wings and flew off, landing on the circular tower to observe the broken Crossbow Cannon; the giant crossbow was now only a frame.

As Leon curiously fiddled with the giant crossbow’s moth-eaten frame, Lorug returned to Dekka’s side with a troubled expression.

“The Red Dragon’s head isn’t right.” Lorug, unwilling to admit defeat, justified, “A Red Dragon actually uses a sword…

did you see his sword?”

“I saw it.” Dekka didn’t mock Lorug’s reasoning, “A dragon using a weapon is ridiculous.”

Lorug just wanted to make excuses for himself, but he wasn’t crazed enough to say anything at all costs.

As a Priest with high perception, he could tell there was more going on, hesitating, “But I think there’s something odd about that sword, it’s not a mere toy for a Young Dragon.”

“Do you think that Red Dragon would use the sword?” Dekka asked.

Lorug shook his head, he thought there was something special about the Red Dragon’s sword, but he really couldn’t accept the idea of a dragon not using its sharp teeth and claws and instead wielding a weapon.

Even if it would use one, it should hold it in its mouth, not in its claws, like a humanoid.

“So what are we going to do now?” Dekka said, getting impatient, “You’re not actually thinking about submitting to it, are you?”

“I need to think.” Lorug said.

“What’s there to think about?” Dekka said, “Have you gotten scared because you’re old?”

Dekka pointed to the Red Dragon who was dismantling the crossbow on the circular tower and said scornfully: “Look at what he’s doing?

Just a Young Dragon, it’s just a bigger child playing with toys.”

“I, Dekka.” Dekka pounded his sturdy chest, “will absolutely never submit to such a dragon.”

“Ridiculous, really ridiculous.” Dekka walked away, muttering, “A Young Dragon, not even as big as a Two-legged Flying Dragon, actually wants orc warriors to submit to it, what next?

Change its diapers every day?”

Dekka approached the crowd of orcs, raising his knife high, asking: “Do you wish to submit to that Young Dragon?”

“Unacceptable.”

“Kill it.”

“Kill kill kill.”

“Chop off its head.”

“Waaagh!”

Dekka was satisfied with everyone’s response and raised his knife again, shouting loudly: “Orcs will never be slaves.”

Lorug said nothing, because he knew anything he said now would be too late.

Dekka looked at Lorug, suggesting: “I’ll go tell that Young Dragon now, if it rolls away it can still save its life.

Otherwise, we’ll have to butcher it…

Is it trying to flee now?

Why did it fly into the battlements?”

“Is it going to fight the monsters in the battlements?” Dekka sneered, “Perhaps we won’t have to lift a finger.

What a shame.”

Why did Leon run to the battlements?

He had no idea that monsters were hidden in the battlements.

He was simply bored to tears after breaking the crossbow, and the final ultimatum of ten minutes hadn’t passed yet.

Out of boredom, he flew here and there, and upon seeing a large crack on the battlements, he got curious and went inside to have a look.