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Chapter 1273 - 1273 224 Unmanageable _2

1273: Chapter 224: Unmanageable _2 1273: Chapter 224: Unmanageable _2 Just as he was about to retort, he didn’t know where to start.

After all, what Hudson had said was indeed the truth.

Adhering to the principle of not losing momentum, Maxim immediately refuted: “Hudson, don’t slander me!

To the esteemed Giant Dragon Clan, only offspring born from a mother dragon are considered my progeny, everything else counts for nothing.

Just like the illegitimate children you nobles have outside, which can’t inherit the glory of the clan!

If your slander ruins my reputation and prevents me from finding a mother dragon, I will never let you off!”

Without waiting for Hudson to speak, Belsden on the side directly hijacked the topic: “Big stupid dragon, you’re talking nonsense.

By the time you go looking for a mother dragon, Hudson will be long gone, where will you find him to settle accounts?”

Watching the dragon and bear stare each other down, Melissa couldn’t help but snicker.

The quarreling adorable Sanctuary Divine Beasts were just too funny.

Little Franz, who was beside them, also stopped crying and curiously looked around, as if he had found something amusing.

“Rest assured, Maxim.

Reputation is an external matter; with enough money, why worry about not finding a mother dragon!

If that’s not enough, just do like the Human Race, offer a sizeable wealth as dowry, and you’re bound to gain the favor of a mother dragon.

Of course, if you’re reluctant, you can also do me a favor.

Then I will directly cover this expense for you!”

Hudson eagerly persuaded.

If you could actually abduct another mother dragon, what would a little dowry count for?

If Belsden weren’t so young and far from breeding age, he might have been tempted to incite Belsden to abduct a mother bear.

Hudson was sure that with Belsden’s clever bear brain, he would be first-rate at wooing mother bears.

“Pah!

Hudson, don’t think you can fool me.

Who doesn’t know what little tricks you’re up to!

Wanting to expand the Magical Beast Legion is so obvious, it’s almost written on your face.

How could I not notice when I’m with you every day?”

Maxim said disdainfully.

With his true intention revealed, Hudson was not annoyed.

Such things were apparent with just a little analysis.

The Magical Beast Legion of the Alpha Kingdom is too small; to scale it up, mounts are the biggest issue.

Even lowering the standards, it’s hard to gather enough mounts in a short time.

Setting his sights on Maxim was out of necessity.

After all, on the Continent of Aslante, the Giant Dragon’s genes are excellent and compatible with many creatures.

“Name your price!

A year’s effort in exchange for a mother dragon’s favor, just take it as a dream, you’ve enjoyed it anyway.”

No sooner had Hudson’s voice fallen than Belsden on the side added fuel to the fire: “Big stupid dragon, Hudson’s right, either way, it’s all enjoyment.

Besides, you’re now an adult dragon, with your own physiological needs, and holding back for too long could lead to problems.

You earn money and get to play too.

Such good deals are something many dragons never experience.

Not to mention, it’s not your first time; things like this only differ between zero and countless times, better seize the opportunity to earn more.”

If it weren’t for that gleeful expression, you might really think it was the advice of a caring friend.

Too bad the young bear couldn’t control his own smirk.

“Shut up!

Don’t insult me with money; if you want to breed, do it yourself!

The lineage of the Earth Bear could do in a pinch.

It would be historic, to create a name…

Sorry, I forgot.

You’re still a baby, not yet mature physiologically, even if…

The two of them mocked and diverted the topic, then Hudson, burdened with two embarrassing companions, left.

Allowing them to fool around any longer would be a bad influence on the kids.

Hudson seriously suspected that Franz’s rebelliousness was learned from them.

As for the matter of becoming a Breeding Dragon, that’s just a question of price.

Some deals are addictive, and it’s not the first time, so to talk about dragon dignity is nonsense.

…

The Orc Empire, since the end of the ancestral inheritance, the great prairie had descended into chaos.

Even though a collective decree to cease fighting was issued by the royal and noble families, it only managed to stave off large-scale, overt slaughter, while covert actions occurred every moment in the shadows.

Especially for hostile species, as long as they found someone suspected to have participated in the inheritance trial, regardless of whether they had indeed acquired the inheritance, immediate arrangements would be made to ambush and kill.

The survival of their species was at stake, and nobody dared to be lenient at such a time.

Once an enemy obtained the inheritance, the future would be bleak for their own family.

This included the royal and noble families themselves, who did not refrain from backstabbing each other.

The teleportation after the inheritance trials was entirely random, which turned it into a test of luck; if one unluckily fell into enemy territory, the chances of getting out alive were slim.

Glaem was fortunate; thanks to the longstanding steady performance of his ancestors in the inheritance, the Pigg Clan had managed to be labeled as having no value worth targeting.

As far as “enemies” were concerned, only they themselves recognized any.

Others did not take the Pigg Clan seriously at all.

But luck would eventually run out, and shortly after emerging, Glaem was captured by a group of Minotaurs, becoming one of the captive Piggs.

This was a sore subject.

Originally, as part of the Orc Empire, everyone should have been equal.

Unfortunately, the Pigg Clan was too weak; even within the Orc Empire, they faced the danger of becoming “livestock.”

The captive Piggs, when there was ample food, they were used as slave laborers; but whenever there was a problem with the food supply, they became the livestock to be slaughtered to satisfy hunger.

Glaem had acquired his inheritance, but now he needed time to covertly develop his strength.

For the moment, all he could hope for was that the Minotaur Tribe had enough food and wouldn’t need to slaughter him and the other slaves for sustenance.

But remembering the fate of the leopard he had encountered on the way, Glaem’s burning rage subsided.

Emerging together from the Inherited Land, he had only encountered some trouble, while that leopard was turned straight into a leopard skin.

Without even questioning, upon discovering their quarry alone, the Minotaurs commenced a direct slaughter.

The policy now held by all tribes was to kill rather than spare by mistake.

Aside from their own tribe members, anyone suspect was to be killed first and questioned later.

Traveling along with the Minotaur Tribe migration, Glaem also constantly observed and sought opportunities.

Perhaps due to the additional memories, Glaem found thinking through problems exceedingly easy.

Mere eavesdropping enabled him to determine the ultimate destination of the tribe.

“Border defense” sounded inspiring.

But faced with malevolent neighbors, the future seemed dubious at best.

The fate of the Minotaur Tribe was of no concern to Glaem; his only desire was to survive.

Watching his fellow captive Piggs, who knew nothing other than eating and sleeping, then working under the Minotaur’s whips, Glaem felt utterly helpless.

Deep inside, he asked himself more than once: Could he truly motivate such a team?

Cowardly, lazy, greedy, foolish…

all visible traits were defects.

The only advantage seemed to be: not picky, easy to raise.

In all respects, this group appeared nothing like the Golden Piggs of his inherited memories.

Others spoke of being unable to carry their team; he started off with a bunch of pigs, and not just any pigs, but those without any fighting ability.

Thanks to his cleverness, Glaem successfully earned the trust of the Minotaurs watching over them, getting promoted to help manage the Piggs.

His main duties included flattering the Minotaurs, whipping his own people, and sneakily practicing his training when time allowed.

Breaking free and becoming a king?

That was just an initial dream.

After witnessing the behavior of his fellow Piggs, Glaem lost all confidence.

He even secretly arranged fortuitous events to cultivate his subordinates, placing some simple Pigg training methods within reach of certain tribe members, but these fools couldn’t even be bothered to look.

Some idiots even took the inheritance they stumbled upon to the Minotaurs seeking rewards, completely extinguishing Glaem’s hope of cultivating his own loyal followers.

“Glaem, the Clan Leader is calling for you.”

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