The soldiers and mountain folks of Eternal City were rewarded well and no longer had to panic over the half-dragon vipers and scorpions, naturally shedding tears of gratitude for Zhu Minglang.
They all praised Zhu Minglang and the Female Monarch as a match made in heaven, and even the officials of Eternal City started a cleanup, strictly forbidding any further spread of those hefty little notebooks about the night the little refugee and the Valkyrie had no choice but to speak of!
Zhu Minglang was also puzzled.
How long is this story going to be told, exactly?
And why do I still occasionally see people on the streets who are clearly well-dressed and affluent but insist on wearing a beggar's coat?
Is the Valkyrie a cabbage, something you pick up squatting on the roadside, is that it!!
Have you been drinking poison porridge!!
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After leaving the city where dreams begin, Zhu Minglang returned to the Ancestral Dragon City-State.
