"Hoen, did I hear correctly? One of the dragons I raised in the capital was killed and cooked?"
King Landhar III could not help but ask as he took out a handkerchief to wipe his wet lips.
Hoen could ignore King Landhar III, but the dragons were different. Among the dragons raised in the capital, there were thunder-clawed dragons, gale dragons, frost dragons, and other platinum-tier dragons. He had exchanged all of those dragons with the dragon race through an agreement. Once the dragon race found out about that, it was likely that they would not sign any other agreement with the royal city. The kingdom's Dragon Knights would also become empty talk.
"Did the Black Emperor plan on killing the dragons?"
King Landhar III's eyes narrowed, and there was a cold glint flashing in them.
