Chapter 490

The little Dragon-Thrall Black Claw Ge Wen returned home and saw a scene that made his head explode.

The landlord's servants, three fierce guys, were dragging his dying mother out of the house, throwing her onto the dirt road, and then shouting loudly to others who were poking their heads out around:

"The Black Claw family owes half a year's grain rent. The landlord is kind and has never urged collection, but this Black Claw family doesn't know how to be grateful at all, doesn't focus on managing the fields, and is nowhere to be seen all day long, not knowing where they went to mess around."

"The landlord is kind. When the little kid of the Black Claw family came to borrow money, the landlord didn't beat him out either, still lent him six silver coins, monthly interest of six percent, six percent, six percent, the monthly interest is only six percent. The landlord is kind enough to his family, right? But this Black Claw family doesn't know how to be grateful. The deadline has passed for three days, and they didn't come to pay back the money. Abominable, hateful."

"Today I am ordered by the steward to evict the tenant Black Claw family and collect their dilapidated old house. I hope everyone will not learn from them, otherwise the landlord's kindness will turn into thunder!"

After the servant finished shouting, he looked around fiercely. The tenants who made eye contact with him lowered their heads timidly.

The servant was very satisfied with this effect. Usually, he was the one who was timid and servile serving the landlord's family. When could he enjoy the fear of others? This gave him an illusion that 'I am also a landlord.'

Just like those guys in the Chamber of Commerce who do human resources, when they recruit more people, they feel like they are the boss of the Chamber of Commerce.

But this false illusion of his was soon broken by a voice. The old bachelor in the village, John, cursed angrily:

"You wild slaves who don't have dicks when you give birth to children, six silver coins with six percent interest, you still want people to be grateful, *Ku Ba Da*! Little Black Claw borrowed money to treat his mother's illness. The illness hasn't been cured yet and you come to drive them away. You are bullying his family because there's no one left, right."

"When Black Claw's father was still here, you were just dog-headed people who only dared to tuck your tails when entering the village. Now you dare to bully children and patients, right."

"For six silver coins you want to take away people's old house. This is a sturdy large stone brick house passed down by the Black Claw family's ancestors. Six silver coins, your conscience was eaten by rat people, right? Still kind? Your landlord is a cannibal who doesn't spit out bones, and you are the cannibal's stick!"

"&￥... #*￥)&%..." Old bachelor John jumped and cursed.

He was an old bachelor, with no parents above and no children below. He wouldn't have starved to death if he hadn't been helped by Black Claw's father before. His eyes were covered, his feet were crooked, anyway, he didn't have many years to live, so he just cursed to his heart's content.

Several servants looked at each other: "Beat him!" and rushed up fiercely.

The tenant man in a nearby house gritted his teeth and subconsciously grabbed the hoe by the wall, but before he could act, his hand was pulled by his wife at home.

The wife was very scared, grabbing his hand tremblingly, and shook her head.

Looking at his wife, looking at the ignorant daughters poking their heads out in the room, the tenant man let go of his hand powerlessly.

Old bachelor John was beaten to the ground, several servants punched and kicked, and John was soon dying.

"Ah ah ah!!!" With a roar, a small figure pounced over, hit a servant, knocked one of them to the ground, held the other party down, and the little fists smashed onto the other party's face like crazy.

"It's the Black Claw kid!" The rest of the servants shouted, and one of them reached out to pull him up, but found he couldn't pull him up after pulling hard.

The servant who was being smashed wildly by the little Dragon-Thrall discovered in terror that the little Dragon-Thrall holding him down had red eyes, pupils turned into vertical pupils, and was spraying hot air from his nostrils, having an inhuman posture.

The hand holding him down was also incomparably powerful, and the fist smashing on his face was also incomparably heavy, not like an eleven or twelve-year-old child at all.

He blocked his face with his hands, but the little Dragon-Thrall still hammered his hands and smashed his face, one punch, two punches, seeing stars.

The other servants saw they couldn't pull him up and immediately turned to punching and kicking, the punches and kicks landing on the thin and weak body of the eleven or twelve-year-old little Dragon-Thrall.

The little Dragon-Thrall ignored it completely, muttering in his mouth: "Do not cast spells, do not sneak, claws and teeth are weapons, scales are defense... We are the great Black Dragons, we are the fearless Dragon-Thralls..."

While muttering, a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

The little Dragon-Thrall ignored it, held one down and smashed him to death. The one he held down was the one who dragged his mother out and threw her on the ground. The little Dragon-Thrall only had one thought in his heart: whether I live today or not is another matter, I'll kill one first anyway.

Under the little Dragon-Thrall's rage, he didn't notice at all that his body lit up for a moment, and the injuries in his body were mostly healed. After healing, a thin layer of grime floated on his skin.

Just like that, the servant he held down was beaten to death by him. The little Dragon-Thrall stood up and rushed to the second servant covered in blood, knocking him to the ground.

The third servant was scared out of his wits and turned around screaming and ran away.

The little Dragon-Thrall beat the second servant to death and had no strength to stand up anymore.

He was only eleven or twelve years old after all, his body hadn't grown up yet, and the previous punching and kicking had already caused him serious damage. If it weren't for the blessing left by Anthony, he wouldn't have been able to beat the first person to death.

When the servant who escaped brought back three leather-armored swordsmen, they only saw the two servant corpses lying on the ground and three dying people.

The three swordsmen who rushed over—calling them swordsmen was a bit of an insult to the swordsman profession; they were probably thugs holding swords and wearing leather armor, but such martial power was already extremely deterrent to those tenants, scaring everyone to hide back home and close their doors tightly.

The servant who escaped saw the corpses of his two companions, his butt tightened, and he shouted shrilly: "Dead, dead, he beat Big Stick and Second Stick to death, Lord, kill him, kill this little bastard, kill his whole family!!"

The swordsman nodded, walked over, drew his sword, and was about to slash at the little Dragon-Thrall's neck.

Tenants not paying grain rent, borrowing money and not paying it back, and beating the collection servants to death—this kind of thing, in any landlord's territory, is of extremely bad nature. If thunderous means are not used, others cannot be deterred.

If everyone rose up to resist, could these broken leather armors block the hoes of hundreds of farmers?

Just when the sword blade was about to slash at the little Dragon-Thrall's neck, a light shone on the little Dragon-Thrall, popped out a barrier, bounced away the swordsman's sword, and immediately after, a person was dragged by that light to the front of the little Dragon-Thrall.

The person who came was naturally Ang. The situation was urgent, and only Peace Protection could make it in time. The little angel wanted to release Holy Light Shining, but was afraid of 'flashing' the little Dragon-Thrall away together.

Negris's voice popped out: "This little guy made a fortune, enjoying a divine skill. Peace Protection Barrier, even a magic crystal cannon can't blast it open. Using it to block a sword, it's truly a waste."

While Negris was muttering, Ang casually released a few Cleansing Spells. The dying little Dragon-Thrall turned over and sat up in surprise.

Abuke drifted over and asked with concern: "How do you feel? Where is it uncomfortable?"

This tone of concern like an elder made the little Dragon-Thrall stunned again.

Abuke realized that this little Dragon-Thrall didn't know it, so it hurriedly shrank its form, turned into a Dragon Soul, swayed twice, and then said: "It's me."

The little Dragon-Thrall's eyes lit up, and he said hesitantly: "Ancestor?"

"Right, the brave and fearless Ancestor who does not cast spells and does not sneak. You just went to worship me and said your mother was sick? So I came to see." Abuke said.

"Mom!" It would have been better if it hadn't been mentioned. As soon as he heard it, the little Dragon-Thrall panicked, jumped up with a *gulu*, and rushed toward his mother in the distance.

The three swordsmen looked at all this suspiciously. Only the servant was still jumping: "Do it, do it, catch them, kill him, he killed Big Stick and Second Stick."

The swordsmen smiled bitterly. A light came over and bounced away his sword, and after saving the Black Claw kid, he didn't even look at them. He didn't take them seriously at all. Still catch people and kill people? They didn't even know if they could survive.

The three swordsmen looked at each other, retreated to the side of the road, and knelt down, waiting for disposal.

The servant who was still jumping was stunned. What does this mean?

Anthony walked over, looked the servant up and down, and smiled: "Your soul is very dirty, it has already been polluted. I'll help you purify it."

Before the servant could react, Anthony pointed at his forehead. The servant immediately stiffened, and black smoke rose from his eyes, nostrils, ear holes, and mouth together, then white smoke, and finally holy light emerged.

This process of changing from black to white and then emitting light gave people a refreshing feeling of flushing the sewer, feeling truly clean.

However, clean is clean, but the servant also fell to the ground and died.

"Oh, too dirty, he died after being purified. I can only wish your soul peace. You guys, do you want to be purified?" Anthony asked.

The three swordsmen shook their heads desperately.

Anthony sighed: "Actually, I know what happened just by looking. Land annexation, class contradictions, grain production reduction, usury—things like this happen all over the world every day, and I can't change anything. I can only count you as unlucky. Cut off your left hand."

He didn't give them a chance to consider. After cutting off their left hands and stopping the bleeding, he drove them away.

Abuke was a bit unwilling. They beat its Dragon-Thrall like this, and they actually let them go?

Anthony said helplessly: "Then what to do? Kill them? The landlord loses his claws and teeth and is raided by the tenants? Everyone divides the fields, and then nearby landlord nobles come to annex them, and then kill them all again?"

After glancing at the other farmers poking their heads out in the house, Anthony said: "Without corresponding productivity and systems, any change can be fatal. Maintaining the status quo is the best result. His Majesty must have tried all methods, which is why he sent Undead Guards to all cities."

Speaking of this, Anthony turned his head to look at Ang, full of hope: "Now it depends on the Lord. Only he has the ability to innovate productivity, promote the transformation of social systems, save everyone from poverty, not struggle for three meals, not run around for housing and clothes, not be confused about the future and prospects..."

Abuke was confused: I am a Dragon Soul just released from the seal, what do you mean by telling me these things?

"Mom! Mom!" The little Dragon-Thrall who ran over to check on his mother's situation wailed painfully. The young woman lying on the ground had swallowed her last breath at some point.

Ang walked over to take a look. She hadn't been dead for long. He released a few Cleansing Spells and hit her heart with a Rebirth Spell. The young woman turned over and sat up blankly.

"Uh—" The little Dragon-Thrall was wailing so much that bubbles were coming out of his nose and mouth. When his mother sat up, he was so shocked that he sucked the snot back in.

He also saved old bachelor John by the way, and by the way, cured his retinal detachment and lame leg, and then left him stunned there.

It took more than ten minutes for the little Dragon-Thrall's mother and John to accept their legendary experience of death and resurrection, and they knelt down excitedly to thank... thank...

"May I ask which god's descent you are?" John asked cautiously, asking clearly first, otherwise if he thanked the wrong god's grace and it was taken back, it would be over.

"Thank the Dragon God, you are the bloodline of his descendants." Negris said.

Just after finishing speaking, Negris discovered something and said to Ang: "Ang, Ang, come closer and let me see."

Ang leaned closer to see that the thin layer of 'grime' on the little Dragon-Thrall looked a bit rough.

"This, could it be dragon grime? Has your bloodline awakened?" Negris asked suspiciously.

The little Dragon-Thrall widened his eyes, and the Dragon-Thrall mother also widened her eyes, looking at the little Dragon-Thrall excitedly, and then looking at Ang.

As a Dragon-Thrall family, the bloodline awakening passed down from generation to generation, is it going to be realized in her son's body?

Ang thought for a while, took out a bottle, scraped the last bit of blood from the bottom of the bottle, and pressed it onto the little Dragon-Thrall's forehead.

Last time when transforming the bloodline for Du Luo Ke and the little dragon, he drew a few drops of blood, and some were left on the wall, maybe less than one-tenth of a drop, but it was just right for the little Dragon-Thrall.

He is just a Dragon-Thrall, not even a Dragon-Descendant. He cannot bear too much bloodline power.

But he couldn't bear one-tenth of a drop either. After pressing it on his forehead, the little Dragon-Thrall was stunned for a while, rolled his eyes, fainted, and then his body began to heat up.

The Dragon-Thrall mother looked at Ang in a panic.

Negris comforted: "Don't panic, it's bloodline awakening."

The little Dragon-Thrall's bloodline awakening was a bit interesting. First, he heated up, and his whole body turned red as if he were about to catch fire.

"At least eighty degrees, *Ku Ba Da*, don't burn his brain." Negris muttered.

Ang released two Cleansing Spells on his head from time to time to treat his brain.

"This counts as the Dragon God personally guarding him. Your Dragon-Thrall is too lucky, the cost will be recorded on your account." Negris complained to Abuke.

"Who is the Dragon God?" Abuke was blank.

The little Dragon-Thrall heated up for a period of time, and black dragon scales suddenly grew on his body, then shrank into his skin, and then his bones rattled, and he was growing taller.

This kind of change consumed a lot of nutrition. The little Dragon-Thrall became thin to the naked eye. He was young to begin with, his body was thin, and after becoming thin like this, his bones could be seen directly.

Negris said: "I finally know why most Dragon-Thralls awaken after adulthood. This awakening process consumes too much. If the foundation is not good, they cannot bear it."

Not enough nutrition? That's easy to handle. Ang pinched his mouth open, stuffed elf beans into his mouth, and poured some essence liquid.

The little Dragon-Thrall immediately became strong to the naked eye.

Bloodline awakening is a very dangerous process, not to mention that Ang used Dragon God blood to stimulate it, making the process a hundred times more dangerous.

But under Ang's protection, with sufficient nutrition and timely treatment, keeping him in the best state at all times, the little Dragon-Thrall ushered in the most optimized rebirth, which lasted until night.

Suddenly, Ang looked up at the pitch-black night sky. Not long after, several huge black shadows swept across the sky, and at the same time, a voice came down: "Lord, right here, those tenants owe money and don't pay it back, refuse to pay rent, and killed servants, cut off the guard's hand, please preside over justice for me."

Several bone dragons landed from the sky, and a familiar voice sounded: "Hello, I am the commander of the Spirit Dragon Knight Regiment. I received a report that you owe money and don't pay it back, killed innocent people. We are here to investigate, please put down your weapons and surrender."

"Please rest assured, if you haven't done such things, or if there is any injustice, we will not wrong a good person."