NOVPUB"Dad, why are you being so polite to this pauper?" 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Dong Wu was also standing next to Dong Mingyuan.
He had thought that after Dong Mingyuan’s arrival, he would drive Wu Bin away.
To his surprise, not only was Dong Mingyuan not angry upon seeing Wu Bin, but he even greeted him with a smile.
This confused Dong Wu immensely.
That wasn’t right, dad usually wasn’t like this.
Dong Mingyuan glared at Dong Wu.
"All who come are guests, if I’m not polite to Wu Bin, am I supposed to be polite to you?"
"Is this how I usually teach you to treat guests?"
Dong Wu was suddenly scolded by Dong Mingyuan and took a good long while to snap back to reality.
You usually teach me not to talk to these paupers, right? Could it be that I was wrong?
Dong Wu wasn’t a fool; seeing Dong Mingyuan’s current attitude towards Wu Bin which was definitely not normal, he also bowed his head and kept silent.
Dong Mingyuan said apologetically, "I’m sorry, classmate Wu Bin, my work has kept me so busy that I have neglected my son’s education, please don’t hold it against him."
Wu Bin hurriedly waved his hands, saying it was no problem.
Wu Bin felt puzzled, this family was rather strange.
The son was like a brute, while the father was like a fox, unfathomable.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Dong Mingyuan went upstairs.
After all, the main character of today’s birthday banquet was Dong Yue, and his appearance was already sufficient; he shouldn’t steal Dong Yue’s limelight.
Moreover, with an elder like himself present, the younger ones would naturally be restrained in their play later on.
"Brother, that uncle is strange."
Wu Bin had also felt that Dong Mingyuan was strange, but he had no clue until now.
Now that Zhu Ling mentioned it, Wu Bin became intrigued.
"What’s strange about him?"
Zhu Ling tilted her head and thought for a moment before explaining, "He carries the bloodline aura of other dragons, he must be a Dragon Slave of a certain dragon."
Dragon Slave?
The first thing Wu Bin thought of were the corpses in the cave.
Wu Bin furrowed his brow and asked, "Aren’t Dragon Slaves supposed to be dead corpses? But the uncle just now seemed to be very much alive."
Zhu Ling gave Wu Bin a look and said, "Dragon Slave doesn’t specifically refer to dead corpses; it’s a special status, one of the Nine Servants."
Wu Bin was even more puzzled.
"What are these Nine Servants exactly?"
Zhu Ling patiently explained, "Every dragon’s wish is to ascend to the Divine Realm and become a Dragon God."
"But before ascending, a lot of preparatory work is required."
"If the Dragon Clan were to do these preparations themselves, it could take hundreds to thousands of years and still be difficult to complete."
"But it would be much easier if delegated to other tribes."
"So, in order to better rule over the Myriad Tribes, each dragon would divide the tribes that serve them into different ranks."
"These are divided into the Three Dukes, the Six Ministers, and the Nine Servants."
"The Nine Servants, specifically, refer to: Guards, Attendants, Generals, Soldiers, Artisans, Technicians, Servants, Slaves, and Corpses."
"Dragon Slave is second to last in the ranking of the Nine Servants, a very lowly status."
Listening to Zhu Ling’s thorough explanation left Wu Bin completely dumbfounded.
Although he had heard from Doctor Jin before that the Dragon Clan once ruled over the Myriad Tribes, this division of labor was too specific and detailed!
Wu Bin couldn’t help but ask, "Are you saying that every dragon has their own Three Dukes, Six Ministers, and Nine Servants?"
Zhu Ling shook her head.
"Only legitimate members of the Dragon Clan are entitled to be ranked as superior, intermediate, or inferior. Sub-dragons and pseudo-dragons don’t have that privilege."
"Do you have that privilege?"
Wu Bin asked curiously.
"Of course."
Zhu Ling said proudly, "I am a Flame Serpent, a bona fide little fire dragon, okay!"
"It’s just that I was sealed in Ao Fish Cave shortly after I was born, so I haven’t had the chance to build my own power yet."
"Right, I could find a few servants so that they can make money and buy me lots of tasty food!"
Wu Bin felt a headache coming on.
He immediately corrected Zhu Ling’s dangerous idea.
"Zhu Ling, don’t mess around. The humans are in charge now, and besides, the Ninth is secretly overseeing everything in Dragon Country."
"If you really go out and start grabbing Dragon Slaves in the streets, don’t blame me for not helping you when the time comes."
Zhu Ling tilted her head to think for a bit, pondering seriously.
"You do have a point. After all, you can buy me food too, so I’ll just put up with it for now."
Wu Bin couldn’t help but curse inwardly.
Zhu Ling, the little foodie, wanted to eat everything she saw and had a huge appetite.
He was barely able to support her, and now she was talking about feeling hard done by!
All of a sudden, Wu Bin thought of something and asked, "This Nine Servants you mentioned, does it require some kind of ceremony or something? Or do you have some way of controlling others?"
Zhu Ling took a bite of her chicken leg and replied nonchalantly, "Not all Nine Servants are the same, you know. It’s not like you can just confer the title on anyone. There are conditions to be met."
"For instance, a Dragon General must meet certain standards in terms of spiritual power and physical fitness, ideally being a general from the battlefield. Such a person is most qualified to become a Dragon General."
"But becoming a Dragon Slave is much simpler. After all, a Dragon Slave just needs to be loyal to you. So you just need to brand a relatively weak member of the Myriad Tribes with the Dragon Slave mark, and they will be at your command."
To give Wu Bin a more direct understanding, Zhu Ling looked at a pet dog in the distance and gestured to it.
Wu Bin could clearly sense that Zhu Ling, who just stood beside him, suddenly had a very different aura.
The pet dog stared intently at Zhu Ling, as if it had lost its soul.
A few seconds later, Zhu Ling said, "Okay, that’s enough."
Wu Bin was a bit stunned.
"What do you mean ’that’s enough’? Are you saying that’s all it takes?"
Zhu Ling nodded her head.
"Yes, from now on, whatever I say, this dog will listen to me."
To prove her prowess, Zhu Ling commanded directly, "Sit."
The pet dog obediently sat down.
"Lie down."
The pet dog compliantly lay down.
"Jump into the swimming pool."
No sooner had Zhu Ling’s words fallen than the pet dog, as if mad, leapt unhesitatingly into the swimming pool!
"What the hell, whose dog is this? Why isn’t it on a leash, jumping into the swimming pool like that!"
"It’s so dirty, where are your manners!"
The dog’s owner hastily ran over, both rescuing the drenched pet and apologizing.
"I’m so sorry, everyone, I’m really sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into my dog; it’s usually terrified of water!"
Zhu Ling watched the scene with interest.
After all, she was the one who caused this, so she enjoyed watching the commotion unfold.
Wu Bin hadn’t expected the Dragon Clan’s power of enfeoffment to be so strong.
"So you’re saying that as long as you can turn any person into a Dragon Slave, that person will be completely loyal to you and follow only your commands?"
Zhu Ling sneered and said, "It’s not that simple. You only have the right to control her, but you won’t know what’s really on her mind."
