Kent and Ragnar spent the night hours reviewing the city’s structure and planning its future prospects.
Kent stood at the edge of the sea, the distant ocean waves crashing against the shore.
“It’s time to leave. We’ve done what we needed to here. The foundation is set.” Kent said while staring at the sea.
“You handled the situation well. The city will rise again—under your leadership.” Ragnar said with a deep look.
Kent gave a brief smile, his face hardening with resolve. “The city has a natural liveliness to it. It was suffocating under greed and chaos, but now, it has a future. I just need to ensure it gets the attention it deserves.”
Ragnar grunted in agreement. “You’ve breathed life into this place. Now, it will stand as a fortress—something more valuable than anyone realizes.”
They both exchanged a glance before setting off. The golden throne hovered mid-air, smoothly ascending into the sky as they left the city behind.
As they soared through the sky, the island shrinking beneath them, Kent turned to Ragnar. His thoughts lingered on the next step. “How much time will it take to set up an Inter-Realm Teleportation Gate here?” he asked, running his hand over the smooth scales of the baby dragon nestled in his lap.
Ragnar’s expression turned serious, his brows furrowing as he considered the question. “A standard teleportation gate, one for local travel, will be easy enough. As the City Lord, you alone can approve it. But an Inter-Realm Teleportation Gate… that’s more complicated.”
Kent narrowed his eyes. “Complicated how?”
Ragnar sighed deeply. “To build an Inter-Realm Gate, we’ll need the approval of the Royal Family Chief Administrator. Without their consent, such a gate would be seen as a threat—an independent realm with open access to other worlds is no small matter.”
“The royal family?” Kent’s lips curled into a skeptical smirk. “I highly doubt they’ll be eager to grant me permission, especially given the current political landscape.”
Ragnar leaned back, deep in thought. “True. The royal family members were cautious, especially when it comes to matters involving cross-realm travel. But… there is a way.”
Kent’s eyes gleamed with interest. “Go on.”
“If we shower the royal administrators with enough wealth and host a grand reception, we could sway their favor. Royal administrators hold significant influence, especially if we target the right ones,” Ragnar explained, his tone measured.
“My brother Ryon’s absence from the palace is a boon for us. While he’s away, the royal chief palace master will be handling such matters. He’s far more… lenient when it comes to favors.”
Kent chuckled darkly. “Bribes, favors, and political games. So, that’s how we’ll get this done?”
Ragnar shrugged, his eyes glinting with a touch of mischief. “It’s the world we live in, Kent. Wealth speaks louder than anything else. I will make sure we build the gate before anyone can raise objections. If we move quickly, we’ll have it in place before the royal family even realizes what’s happening.”
Kent nodded thoughtfully, stroking the baby dragon, which had started to doze off. “Wealth won’t be an issue. If we build an Inter-Realm Teleportation Gate, it’ll change everything. Not just for the city, but for us during the upcoming War.”
Ragnar nodded, but then his expression grew grim. “But there’s one more issue, Kent. This city—Dead Island City—is technically part of the Doom Nation.”
The mention of the Doom Nation made Kent pause. “So, what?”
“The royal family may approve the gate, but we’ll also need the approval of Doom nation.” Ragnar said with complicated look.
“Don’t worry about the Doom family. We can think of a plan. But for now, work on subduing the Royal Palace Master to grant permission.” Kent said, putting a stop to the conversation.
As the wind whipped around them, Kent’s gaze turned toward the distant horizon. With the baby dragon dozing in his lap, Kent closed his eyes.
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7th Realm, Quinn Family Royala Palace…
Inside a dazzling open room, a twenty-five-year-old young man is enjoying passionate morning sex with three beautiful curvey girls. On the king-size bed, the three girls were actively giving pleasure to his naked body.
As one tall girl was sucking his little brother, the other two short beauties were slurping on his nipples. The young man is completely immersed in this pleasure circus. With a heated moaning, he slowly raised his hands and placed them on the heads of the two short girls. The two short girls increased their sucking speed as the two hands pressed on their heads.
But suddenly, a beautiful lady in a long flowing robe barged inside the bedroom while holding a glass orb in her hands.
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“Why are you always disturbing me during happy times?” The young man shouted with an irritating face.
“Young master, it’s important. Your mother is contacting you.” The servant lady who barged into the room stretched her hand to pass on the glass orb.
With an annoyed face, the young man wore his shiny robe and took the glass orb from her hands and signalled the servant lady to sit beside him.
While holding the glass orb in left hand, the young man started squeezing the boobs of his servant lady with his right hand. The lady obediently without showing any displeasure. As the three girls are continuing their sucking activity, the young master answered the glass orb lazily.
“What is it, Mother…?” The young master asked his question with a maddening tone.
“Phill, I encountered the person who defeated your nephew Simon Mama.” Queen Soya’s voice came from other side.
[Phill is the second son of Ryon Lionheart and first son is Max. Maxwell&Phillip- Full names.]
“What!!? … are you sure? … do you even know about the ghost card?…”
The person who is answering the phone call from the other end is the same dealer who met with Das.
“Yes, my son, I’m damn sure. He is the one who foght the Honoured Jstice fight, recently. That fellow must be kept in place.” Soya said in a grim tone.
The young master, who was enjoying the passionate sex, immediately sat up on the bed.
“If what you are saying is true, I won’t spare that bastard who spoiled all our plans. How did he even come to our realm? Which bastard approved him to lay step on our place?” the young man asked with an aggressive tone.
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*Phill is the one who received forbidden nocturnal goddess inheritance. He has a very big-role.