Chapter 72 - His majesty the pope who spreads the holy light (15) (2/2)
“Of course, you can’t simply send in the sheepskin scrolls. Those scholars are rigorous and skeptical about everything. They have to go through a variety of textual research before revising the events that have appeared in the history books.” Lu Heng said.
“The mainland will be submerged in the sea of bones of the army of the dead long before they have finished their textual research, and the time will never come.” Kukuwei said.
“Well,” Lu Heng nodded. “In the library of Maple Leaf College, there is a precious library, which collects a large amount of information from various sites on the mainland, and its massive volume slows their pace of research. Those historians regularly have to go inside to look for lost historical materials.”
After several discussions, the course of action was somewhat finalized. Lu Heng and Ionas set off for Maple Leaf College to find a way to put the box containing the testimony of the steel hammer dwarf ancestors and the black bearded dwarves’ edict in the precious library, and then guide historians to find it. Kukuwei naturally left behind all the goblin engineers of the Underground Kingdom who were to dismantle the mechanical puppet test body No. 1 and try their best to unearth its secrets. Brian stayed in the Dwarf Territory, trying to form alliances with the Burner Dwarfs, Spirit Dwarfs and other clans in preparation for the fight against the Black Beard Dwarfs.
“Time is precious, my friends, let’s do it now!” Kukuwei was eager to study the test item No. 1 left by Master Locke.
Bidding farewell to the copper-bearded Dwarf Brian and Goblin Engineer Kukuwei, Lu Heng and Ionas embarked on a journey to Maple Leaf College.
The sub-dragon, who was summoned by the contract ring, looked like he had just woken up from his deep sleep. The sub-dragon, who has not yet adapted to his mount status, raised his head and wanted to roar to vent his dissatisfaction for having his sleep disturbed.
Ionas immediately changed his pupil back to golden colour and stared at the sub-dragon. The poor Sub-dragon’s roar was stuck in his throat. It was quite frightened and crawled on the ground with its forepaws, waiting for a man and a dragon to ride on its back.
Lu Heng was trying to float up on it, but he was caught by Ionas.
“You promised me.” Ionas’s tone was somewhat dissatisfied.
“What?” There were so many things that had happened during this period that Lu Heng could not recall what he had said for a while.
“You promised me that I would be the only one.” Ionas said rightly, “There would be no other mounts!”
Well, Lu Heng actually totally forgot about it. In fact, he just wanted to appease the Golden Dragon and say something afterwards. Unexpectedly, Ionas remembered so well.
“…” Lu Heng was hesitant. He felt too ashamed to sit on the other’s lap. Although he was now wearing a common white priest’s robe, as the ruler of the Papacy of Light, His Majesty, the noble and dignified Pope, won’t his reputation fall apart, if noticed?
{Little assistant? }
{Don’t ask me, your talk makes me feel like sit down and cry!}
{I just want to ask you whether the plot will collapse if I do that. I don’t want you to jump out and give OOC warning later. It’s really harsh}
The assistant really wanted to go offline, but as a dedicated system, it couldn’t do that.
{If no one from this plane sees it sees this, the plot will not collapse. This dragon is not an original inhabitant of this plane anyway.}
After that, the assistant disappeared angrily. The assistant refused anything even if his mouth was pried open.
As Lu Heng thought, the sub-dragon as a mount was still excellent, fast, smooth, and all demonic beasts along the way are were repelled.
Lu Heng satisfactorily patted Sub-dragon: “Yes, it’s not good to always call you Sub-dragon. I shall give you a name.”
“Lun Lun Zuo Keharu, the Dragon Language’s words for Glory is bestowed on you by the Dragon Lord.” Ionas showed a magnanimous expression of bestowing a great honor to Sub-dragon.
“…”
In fact, the Pope had a rough knowledge of dragon language, so Lu Heng knew that Lun Lun Zuo Keharu, in Dragon language, meant ants on waste. This golden dragon, it seems, still harbored a grudge about taking this sub-dragon as a mount, even though he was almost completely sitting in his arms now. Sure enough, the heart of a dragon, as legend has it, was smaller than the tip of a needle.
Lu Heng thought about it, but he did not puncture Ionas: “You are really a giant dragon with a generous mind. You are willing to give Sub-dragon an honorable name of Dragon Language.”
“Of course, the Dragon Lord never cares about small creatures.” Ionas was even more proud, and even thought that the disgusting sub-dragon seemed to be a little more pleasant.