"Raise your head."
"Look up."
As soon as Erpiezi looked up, he saw a drop of blood hovering in front of Jonavili, and his amber pupils suddenly widened.
He could feel a power within this drop of blood that was far beyond his reach; if he could merge with it, his racial limit and talent would be greatly improved.
Jonavili saw the greed in his eyes, and her dragon muzzle peeled back in a grin; this was exactly the effect she wanted.
"This is my blood, but with your weak bodies, it would be difficult to withstand this power, however..."
With a thought, Jonavili drew out a small amount of the bloodline power from the bright red dragon blood, causing its color to dim slightly.
"I can dilute the concentration of the bloodline, and in that case..."
Jonavili said no more, instead splitting the drop of dragon blood into over a dozen tiny droplets.
Then, she struck them into the bodies of the goblins present.
Instantly, a chill spread through their entire bodies, as if even their spines and cells were being frozen by frost.
All the goblins began to twitch and fell to the ground.
"Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!"
"Ga-ga-ga-ah-ah-ah-ah!!"
Screams of agony erupted from their mouths; watching this scene, Fanni actually felt a bit of pity, as she could feel the goblins' bloodlines being tainted by the dragon blood.
The dragon blood was like a virus, rapidly infecting the original cells in their bodies and multiplying frantically; the process was unimaginably painful.
In contrast to Fanni's pity, hearing the screams of these goblins made Jonavili's mood feel incredibly comfortable, a result of the evil nature inherent to the chromatic dragon race.
Her crystal blue dragon eyes dilated with pleasure, and her dragon muzzle split into a wide grin.
Soon, the bloodline conversion neared its end; six goblins had failed to survive the modification of the dragon blood and were frozen into ice statues.
As for those who survived...
Jonavili looked at the goblins who were now covered in white scales, had a pair of short horns on their heads, grew conical dragon tails behind them, and had eyes that had turned pale blue; their appearances had changed drastically, and she nodded to herself.
Setting their strength aside for a moment, their looks were definitely a massive upgrade from before.
"From now on, your race shall be renamed as the white-scaled goblin."
As the white-scaled goblins slowly regained their senses, they all knelt down toward Jonavili in excitement.
They had become stronger, transforming from the lowest class of goblin into powerful dragon-blooded goblins; this was an increase in their very level of existence!
How could they not be excited?
"Thank you, Great White Dragon Lady, for granting us a new life; we are willing to die for you!"
Jonavili did not respond to that, but continued.
"Now, I shall give you your first task, which is to procreate and increase your tribe's numbers, then mine these iron ores for me.
Erpiezi, from now on, you are the new leader of the white-scaled goblin tribe."
"Yes! Great White Dragon Lady!"
Jonavili spoke again.
"Very well. Through the dragon blood, I have already transmitted the iron-smelting knowledge into your minds; once your tribe grows to fifty members, you can smelt the iron ore you mine into iron pickaxes, which will greatly speed up your mining."
"Yes!"
Having done this, Jonavili looked at Fanni.
"Fanni, after I leave this place, you will temporarily manage these white-scaled goblins for me."
"Is Jonavili not taking me with her?"
The white dragon head shook.
"It is not convenient right now; we will talk about it later."
Hearing this, Fanni's mood clearly plummeted.
Seeing this, Jonavili opened her dragon muzzle slightly.
"Fanni, aren't we friends? I didn't expect that as a friend, you wouldn't even be willing to help with such a small matter; I am truly heartbroken."
After speaking, Jonavili pretended to look deeply pained.
How could the simple sprite understand such things? Seeing the white dragon who saved her looking sad, she stomped her feet in the air anxiously.
"No, no, I'm willing! Jonavili, I'm willing! I will definitely take good care of these white-scaled goblins."
"Oh~ really?"
"Really, really! You can rest assured!"
"Thank you, then I shall leave this place to you."
After speaking, Jonavili walked into the tunnel she had come down from and left the area under the watchful eyes of Fanni and Erpiezi.
Her white dragon muzzle peeled back slightly.
'I didn't think this sprite would be so easy to trick, hehehe~'
After leaving the goblin cave, Jonavili looked at the starry sky and knew it was late, so she spread her dragon wings and flew toward the dragon nest.
When she returned to the dragon nest, Jonavili found that Furiel was still sound asleep, which gave her a mischievous idea.
She approached Furiel stealthily, unable to resist the urge to tease her.
'Hehehe~ That's for hitting me back then.'
A white dragon claw slowly extended, but just as it was about to reach Furiel's nostril, a pair of crimson dragon eyes suddenly snapped open.
The reaching dragon claw froze in mid-air; as their eyes met, time seemed to stand still. Having been caught red-handed in her prank, Jonavili felt like the sky was falling.
In the next second, a terrifying roar rang out as Furiel suddenly lunged, pinning Jonavili beneath her.
"Bold white dragon, were you trying to sneak attack the great Lady Furiel?"
Seeing that the situation was bad, Jonavili hurriedly put on an innocent act, trying to look blameless, but... it was too late.
A powerful red dragon claw swiped down, hitting Jonavili's dragon head and making her cry out in pain.
"Ohoho~~ Awoooo~ Yahuuu~"
Furiel did not stop, delivering a series of rapid strikes.
But right then, a crisp sound caught Furiel's attention.
Clink—
A silver coin that had been tucked between Jonavili's scales fell out, and the sound immediately drew Furiel's focus.
After seeing what the object was, the crimson dragon eyes instantly narrowed into thin slits.
'Oh no!'
Jonavili tried desperately to get up to protect her silver coin, but it was too late.
Furiel turned into a red blur, instantly snatching the silver coin from the ground; after carefully confirming what it was, she turned her dragon head back, her crimson eyes filled with excitement and ill intent.
Jonavili's scales stood on end in a fright, but this sudden movement caused all the silver and copper coins she had hidden between her scales to tumble out.
'It's over! This time I'm really dead!'
Furiel seemed to lose her last shred of reason, lunging like a maniac toward the treasures scattered on the ground.
Jonavili didn't even have time to pick them up; even if she did, it would be useless, as Furiel's personality meant she would definitely snatch them from her claws by force.
After snatching all the silver and copper coins, Furiel grabbed Jonavili's tail, lifted her with one hand, and shook her violently, hoping more treasure would fall out.
After about ten minutes, when Jonavili felt like her brains had been shaken into a slurry, Furiel finally threw her onto the ground with a look of disappointment.
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