[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-black-dragon-necromancer":3,"chapter-black-dragon-necromancer-black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-107":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Black Dragon Necromancer",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2312867,4521,"Chapter 107: The Performance of the Conspirator Melo","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-107",107,"\u003Cp>Livorg’s meticulously crafted high elf form was a work of art. He stood tall and slender, even more upright than ordinary elves, his skin a cold, near-translucent pale white, like fine moonstone untouched by sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His long hair flowed like liquid gold, loosely tied at the back with thin chains of mithril, a few strands falling beside his sharply defined cheeks. His features combined the elfin delicacy with an inhuman, unnaturally perfect symmetry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially his eyes—colored like molten liquid gold—when light shifted, they flickered with an almost imperceptible, reptilian chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore an ink-green velvet robe, perfectly tailored, over a cloak embroidered with silver thread in obscure runes; every fold was precisely placed, flawless, as if a meticulously painted portrait had come to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beside him, his “lady”—the royal blood of the human kingdom—exhibited a radically different, meticulously polished kind of “reality.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was undoubtedly beautiful, possessing the refined bone structure and ivory skin passed down through generations of royal breeding, yet this beauty seemed veiled beneath crystal, slightly rigid. Her golden hair was coiled into the most fashionable intricate updo, adorned with pearls and tiny diamonds, each worth a fortune, yet skillfully placed away from the most conspicuous positions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a luxurious dark purple court gown, layered with lace and silk that wrapped her like an expensive gift, the hem embroidered with the combined crest of her family and the current royal house, silently proclaiming the political value she carried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze was docile and slightly vacant, like two still lakes, only flickering with a faint, unreadable ripple of instinctive reverence when she glanced at Melo for the briefest instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around her neck hung a necklace set with a massive sapphire, its cut flawless; yet if a perceptive observer stared too long, they might momentarily glimpse an extremely faint green glow flicker deep within the stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together, they resembled a court painting symbolizing power and alliance: elegant, noble, flawless. But in Sakavi’s dragon eyes, which saw through essence, this scene carried another meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a predator, perfectly blended into the human world, posing beside his most precious, most illustrious “trophy” and “disguise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Livorg concealed his dangerous nature so deeply that he poured all his green dragon’s craving for conspiracy and control into this masterpiece: the “High Elf Noble Couple.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elf before him bowed with impeccable elven etiquette, his motion fluid as poetic rhythm. He pressed his hand to his chest; his golden hair slid over his shoulder as he bowed, molten-gold pupils glinting faintly beneath lowered lids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From the Court of Lohidamo, Melo Chen Ge of the Chen Ge family, I offer you a greeting as clear as dawn—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was clear and melodious, yet coated in a thin layer of ice, every syllable precisely calibrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“—to the great Black Dragon Lord, Lord Sakavi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahahaha!” Sakavi’s laughter echoed through the stone hall, vibrating with a sulfurous tremor, “Brilliant, my dear Mr. Melo. Had I not seen firsthand those high elves with eyes perched atop laurel trees, I might have been fooled by this disguise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His molten-gold pupils narrowed slightly as he surveyed the flawless elf illusion before him, tone laced with a playful admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To be honest, this disguise… is astonishingly refined. Even the subtle elven aversion to ‘unnatural creations’ has been perfectly simulated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Livorg maintained his elegant smile, subtly shifting his stance to nudge his “lady” half a step forward. His movement was light, laden with implication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Grace, I suspect you may find more substantial results more interesting than this trivial disguise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice lowered, adopting the tone of sharing a secret, “Might I boldly propose that my ‘lady’ offer you a brief demonstration?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his molten-gold pupils flickered a glint of anticipation, like an artist about to unveil his most cherished masterpiece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Then I am most eager to see it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Melo nodded slightly, lips curved in a gentle smile, hands elegantly folded before her. Her voice was warm and pleasant, as if recounting an amusing salon anecdote.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It all began at Prince Koen’s autumn hunt banquet.” Her tone was calm, her gaze clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My husband noticed that although the Crown Prince was valiant, he showed clear dissatisfaction with Chancellor Woton’s new tax proposal—he lightly tapped his boot with his riding whip, exactly three times.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused briefly, as if savoring a delicate detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At dinner, my husband invited Chancellor Woton and several border lords sensitive to taxation under the pretext of discussing ancient knightly poetry. He mentioned nothing of the day’s events, merely remarked offhandedly: ‘A true ruler should be like the Silver Moon King of the poems—capable of wielding the sword to defend the realm, yet also compassionate toward his people’s burdens.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled faintly, “The remark itself was blameless. But the next day, following my husband’s suggestion, I invited Lady Woton for tea and ‘casually’ mentioned the Crown Prince’s recent acquisitions of horses and armor—expenses that could likely offset three years’ worth of border tax grain. Naturally, this was public knowledge; I merely… placed these facts side by side.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her narration was logically precise, tinged with a naive rigor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Later, when His Majesty asked my opinion of several young nobles, I followed my husband’s advice and sincerely replied: ‘Lord Batton may lack the Crown Prince’s martial vigor, but I hear he personally audits his domain’s accounts, even tracking the wear of farming tools—such meticulousness is rare.’ Every word I spoke was true.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The turning point came with the batch of ancient northern armor.” Her eyes brightened slightly, as if recalling a masterful artwork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Crown Prince saw them in the royal treasury and fell in love. My husband merely ‘happened’ to know a merchant from the Free Cities, and ‘happened’ to know the prince’s private treasury was strained.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He arranged a perfectly legal loan, secured by a mine owned by the prince—documents flawless. Yet… the merchant ‘seemed’ to have distant business ties with the Second Prince’s consort’s family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As the repayment deadline neared and the prince’s mine revenue was delayed by an ‘accidental’ tunnel collapse, rumors began circulating in certain ‘rigorous’ circles about the prince’s financial distress—and even possible misappropriation of public funds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The rumors never named a source, yet each carried traceable clues.” Her tone remained calm, “My husband once said the finest guidance is to let others arrive at the conclusion you wish them to reach.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His Majesty ultimately doubted the Crown Prince’s governance—not because of any direct accusation, but because he himself observed too many ‘disturbing coincidences.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gently smoothed her gown, posture submissive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All this proceeded so smoothly only because my husband understood the flow of human hearts better than anyone. He never uttered a single word of slander—only carefully arranged meetings, conversations, and the sequence in which facts were presented.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Like a gardener guiding vines, they naturally grow into the intended shape. And I, honored to be the one who handed him the right tools—or rather… became the one who spoke the right words at the right moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall fell into a brief, nearly frozen silence. Sakavi’s molten-gold pupils widened slightly, fixed on Lady Melo’s face, still smiling sweetly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dragon lineage, his ancestors had witnessed countless postures of flattery, fear, or fanaticism—but such a seamless fusion of political maneuvering with such blunt… bodily bribery was rare indeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several breaths, a long, low exhalation, like magma churning deep in a pit, slowly drifted from Sakavi’s dragon throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Grace, please do not misunderstand,” Livorg’s voice chimed in at once, still elegant and composed, as if explaining a local custom, “this is merely one phase of my mission.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The entire upper echelon of the kingdom’s social circles has been saturated by a blend of… ‘hedonism’ and ‘pragmatic exchange.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blunt transactions and intimate hints have become their habitual mode of interaction. My lady is merely fulfilling her role within this environment—showing the most honored ally the most ‘sincere’ friendship.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bowed slightly, his tone carrying a barely perceptible, green dragon’s sly pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This proves our infiltration has reached the marrow of their culture.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Indeed.” A flicker of genuine approval glinted in Sakavi’s dragon eyes, like molten gold flowing, “Your methods and results have indeed caused me to reassess your capabilities.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone shifted immediately, infused with a cold, almost lawlike clarity:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet I have never taken interest in the treasures or puppets under my subordinates’ control. She is your mark, your creation, or whatever you call your ‘lady’—it is none of my concern.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi lifted his head slightly, a glint of ancient ruler’s unbreakable boundary passing through his pupils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guarding one’s own treasures is the instinct of every dragon. Not peering into the deepest glimmers of another’s nest—that is… the clarity befitting a lord.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Grace, following a lord such as you is my greatest wisdom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Livorg bowed even deeper, his voice carrying a calculated, perfectly measured reverence and eagerness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As for that Sanozhuo... a schemer who dares to count coins before a true dragon, clad in golden skin.\" He lifted his face, molten-gold pupils flashing with cold, predatory interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leave this minor ‘annoyance’ to me. I will make him thoroughly understand what weight must be used to measure a Black Dragon Lord’s dignity when trading in shadows.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips curved into a smile devoid of warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The ‘lesson’ he receives will circulate quietly, like the most classic court fable, beside the pillows of every merchant who dares to play clever.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1571,"2026-06-20T13:10:04.638Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6d8fceafd8c2f499dc335bc06d8bc3d26fcc87b22aaace53abdf6cd72b0a1af0","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-108","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-106",145,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fblack-dragon-necromancer-cover.jpg"]