Semua Bab The Almighty Dragon General: Bab 691 - Bab 700

The Emperor was furious. Several women knelt on the floor quivering in fear. After letting out his frustrations, the Emperor composed himself. He sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette. He devised this plot to kill James. Now, not only was he not dead, he had even performed a great service for Sol. With greater fame and prestige, it would be even harder to kill him now. James had to die. Smoking his cigarette, he thought of ways to finish James off. “Looks like I need to turn to that old man for help.” After a long while, the Emperor murmured. He stood up hastily. “Prepare the car.” The Emperor left the Capital and headed toward a mountain in the suburbs. The mountain was called the Five Monasteries Mountain, named for the monastery at its peak. The Emperor headed to the top of the mountain. In a room of the monastery… There was a meadow, on which a 70-year-old-looking man sat. Wearing a white robe and white hair and a white beard, he exuded a sagely aura.

Soon, James had finished eating. He wiped his lips. “Alright now, you’re free to go. Call the assassins here.” “Alright.” Levi quickly cleared up the dishes. After that, he left. Soon, May and the others were here. Looking at the assassins before him, James said, “We can drop the formalities, guys. Have a seat.” Hearing this, they took their seats. When they faced James back in Cansington, they did not feel that intimidated by him. Now, facing him as the Black Dragon in his Black Dragon robe, they could feel an inexplicable pressure. It was suffocating. James looked at them. “You were instrumental to the assassination of the enemy generals. I’ve written an application to the higher-ups requesting that you be given a position. Once they agree to it, you’ll be deputy commanders of the Black Dragon army— the elite of the elite.” This was a high-ranking position. This was proof that James recognized their abilities. The assassins were over the moon at the news. “Tha

Quincy walked over to James. She wore a red slip dress that exposed her shoulders. Her red curly hair flowed in the wind. Her facial features were fine and exquisite, and the lipstick she wore complimented her beauty. She smirked at James who was sitting in a chair with wine bottles on the floor. “You look like you’re having a great life.” James got up and gestured to the seat beside him, “Have a seat. No need to be formal.” Quincy sat opposite James. She adjusted her dress slightly and covered her legs to prevent herself from flashing him with her underwear. James did not notice her minute actions. He grabbed a bottle of wine and tossed it to her. Then, he smiled at her. “I’m bored of drinking this by myself. I need someone to talk to.” Quincy noticed that the alcohol content in the bottle James handed her was quite high. “I can’t drink this. Do you have red wine?” “Yes, hold on. I’ll go get some.” James got up and went to the wine cellar to grab a few bottles of red w

Henry in his military uniform got off the helicopter. Behind him were the envoys of Sol. “Sir, the negotiations were a resounding success.” Henry walked over to James with a bright smile. They embraced and laughed out loud. “You’ve done well. From now on, the borders of the Southern Plains will be at peace, and you’ve become a national hero. Your name will go down in history and be remembered by Soleans for generations to come.” Henry smiled bashfully. “It’s all thanks to you, sir. I’m just an errand boy.” “Reporting~” At that moment, Levi ran over to them and saluted James. James acknowledged him. “What’s wrong?” Levi exclaimed ecstatically, “I heard from the Capital that the Supreme Commander and King of Sol are heading here to the Southern Plains to confer you a title.” James scratched his nose.“I’m already one of the five commanders-in-chief. What title is there left?” Henry beamed proudly. “Congratulations, sir.” “Alright now, stop kissing my *ss. Let’s hav

The King of Sol had conferred James the title of Dragon King and gave him authority to manage the newly acquired cities. Everyone gave their own suggestions on how to best manage the cities. “In that case, we need to have a proper plan. However, since we’re all military men, we know little about this. We should seek assistance from some brilliant and capable politicians from inland here to help us administer the cities.” Henry asked, “What should we name our cities then? You’re the Dragon King, the one who rules over these cities. You should be the one naming them.” “Just come up with random names.” James tried to dismiss him. He could not care less about naming the cities. Henry persisted. “That won’t do. This has historical significance. This event will go down in the history books and be read by Soleans for generations to come. We must give this the consideration it deserves.” “What about Theaville?” James suggested. Henry rolled his eyes. “Seriously, James? Will y