Four Split Personalities

Boss changed his position, crossing his legs as he looked at Motan and Ji Xiaoge... The air between them blinked and smiled, "I have much to say, but considering the limited time I have left, let’s get straight to the point."

He casually rolled up his sleeves, revealing his right arm that was dissolving under some bright halo, and made a ridiculous face.

[It seems to be a serious injury... But this seems to differ from what Fei Mi told me; he doesn’t appear to have died suddenly of exhaustion at the top of Sacred Dragon Peak.]

While whispering the translation to Ji Xiaoge, Motan silently speculated.

"I don’t know how posterity will judge this war, but I must say, the third Governor of the Sun Dynasty really knew how to hit below the belt." Boss pulled his sleeve back down, his gaze fixed on the empty space turning serious: "I have no intention of discussing the rights and wrongs of the war, you foreign Dragon Clan member, even if you know about the war, don’t recklessly and fearlessly seek revenge for the past. No matter how charming I might be, don’t do it."

With that said, he even threw a sultry look.

"I believe you just delivered quite a peculiar enlightenment."

After listening to Motan’s translation, Ji Xiaoge chuckled dryly and rolled her eyes at the Boss Garon in front of her.

"The Sun Dynasty is powerful, so if they still exist and grow even more prosperous, don’t make any rash moves. That applies not just to you, foreign Dragon Clan member, but I hope you relay this to any of your kindred. Of course, if you have no such intention in the first place, then just ignore what I said—as we from the Dragon Clan are always a bit... erm, what I mean is, though we live long, we don’t hold grudges well."

The Last Dragon King gave a self-mocking chuckle, then began to laugh ominously: "Of course, if... I mean, if the Sun Dynasty is already done for, then please be sure to piss at the front door of their Andesil for me, and throw in a couple of curses while you’re at it. I think ’X your XX’ and ’@#￥%’ aren’t bad~"

Motan: "..."

Ji Xiaoge: "..."

"Ha ha, look at my memory, I just said let’s get straight to the point."

Boss gently tapped his forehead, pulling back the somewhat sleazy (and somehow still very handsome) smile on his face, and said gravely: "I’ve tinkered with something at the main gate. No matter who you intended to visit, you’ll be transported to my tomb. As to why... it’s embarrassing to say, it’s actually a personal problem of mine."

"In fact, even though I’d already sent away most of my kin, even my wives and children, my sixteenth wife Sara was determined to stay. She was never that bright, and she was also quite old, so despite feeling sorry, I allowed her to be obstinate. Heh... you guessed it right, Sara isn’t of pure Dragon Clan descent. In fact, the only thing she shares with the Dragon Clan is her large size. But I can’t deny, Sara has a pair of extraordinarily enchanting eyes, and her legs, her belly, and..."

[I didn’t guess, you really didn’t need to go into such detail...]

Motan thought to himself and continued to translate Boss’s words to Ji Xiaoge.

After hearing this, the young girl paused briefly, then after half a second reacted and smirked without really smiling (and somehow still looked very attractive): "The personal problem he mentioned probably has to do with his lifestyle."

Before Motan had time to answer, Boss continued to ’talk business’: "And in those last few days, I discovered a heartbreaking secret that turned out to be Sara had long been pregnant with my child."

"He said that Sara had been pregnant with his child for a long time... My God..."

"Holy crap!?"

Both listeners were shocked.

Boss sighed deeply: "One hundred and forty-three years, I didn’t realize for one hundred and forty-three whole years. I really am... sigh... such an incurable fool."

[Yes! You are beyond saving! In all possible ways, beyond saving!!]

Motan and Ji Xiaoge couldn’t help but roar inside their minds.

"Sara is kindhearted but not very bright, so it took me three hours to get the complete story: she was worried the child would face discrimination since she’s neither of the Dragon Species nor one of those highly civilized races. Fearing the child would suffer and I’d be the subject of gossip, she held in the egg, for... one hundred and forty-three years ahh!!"

[That’s too much! In all kinds of ways that’s just over the top! Your Majesty, are you sure you aren’t in the wrong movie set? Just what is this legendary Lady Sara? How many unfathomably cruel things have you done to so many species? What on earth can we help you with? Is it still possible to run away now ahhhh!]

Motan and Ji Xiaoge continued their mental tirade.

"In short, under my insistence, Sara finally gave birth to the child and then died of old age. This is actually quite fortunate; had she fallen into enemy hands, even if she had managed not to die in the war, she might have ended up as a pack animal or a mount. At least with me, she could have a peaceful departure."

The sexually promiscuous Last Dragon King sighed regretfully and continued: "Although the egg was saved, Sacred Dragon Peak was completely sealed off by the cursed Mage Group at that time. I couldn’t possibly let the warriors sacrifice themselves for a single child, so I thought of a way."