Chapter 490: We will not wrong a good person

Little Dragon-Follower 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 the others peeking around:

"The Black Claw family owes half a year's grain rent. The landlord is benevolent and has never urged collection, but this Black Claw family doesn't know how to be grateful at all. They don't manage the fields attentively and disappear all day long, not knowing where they ran off to mess around."

"The landlord is benevolent. When the little kid from the Black Claw family came to borrow money, the landlord didn't beat him out either, still lending him six silver coins, monthly interest of six percent, six percent, six percent! The landlord is good 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 acting on the steward's order to evict the tenant Black Claw family and collect their dilapidated old house. I hope everyone won't learn from them, otherwise the landlord's benevolence will turn into thunder!"

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

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

Just like those guys in the chambers of commerce who do human resources, they hire many people and feel like they are the bosses of the chamber of commerce.

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

"You wild slaves who don't have dicks when you give birth, six silver coins and six percent interest, thank your 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 them because there's no one left in his family, 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 collect the old house passed down by the Black Claw family's ancestors, a sturdy big stone brick house. Six silver coins, your conscience was eaten by rat people, right? Still benevolent? Your landlord is an ogre who eats people without spitting out bones, and you are the ogre's club!"

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

He was an old bachelor, with no parents above and no children below. In the past, thanks to Black Claw's father's relief, he didn't starve to death. 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 make a move, his hand was pulled by his wife.

The wife was very scared, trembling as she grabbed his hand, and shook her head.

Looking at his wife, looking at the several daughters in the room peeking and ignorant, 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 flew over, crashed into a servant, knocked one of them to the ground, pinned him down, and the little fists smashed onto the other's face like crazy.

"It's Black Claw's kid!" The other servants shouted. One of them reached out and wanted to pull him up, but found he couldn't pull him up after using force.

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

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

He blocked his face with his hands, but the little Dragon-Follower 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 landed on the eleven or twelve-year-old little Dragon-Follower's thin and weak body.

The little Dragon-Follower ignored it completely, muttering in his mouth: "Don't cast magic, don't sneak, claws and teeth are weapons, scales are defense... We are great black dragons, we are fearless dragon descendants..."

While muttering, a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

The little Dragon-Follower ignored it and pinned one down and smashed him to death. The little Dragon-Follower only had one thought in his heart: whether I live today or not, I'll smash one to death first.

Under the little Dragon-Follower's rage, he didn't notice that his body lit up for a moment, and the injuries in his body healed more than half. After healing, a thin layer of dirt floated up on his skin.

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

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

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

After all, he was only eleven or twelve years old, his body hadn't grown yet, and the previous punching and kicking had already caused him serious injuries. If it weren't for the blessing left by Anthony, he wouldn't have been able to beat even 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 profession; they were probably just thugs holding swords and wearing leather armor. But this kind of martial power was already extremely deterrent to those tenants, scaring everyone into hiding at home and closing 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 chop at the little Dragon-Follower'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 the territory of any landlord, was extremely vile in nature. If they didn't use thunderous means, they couldn't deter others.

If everyone rose up to resist, could their broken leather armor still block the hoes of hundreds of farmers?

Just when the sword blade was about to slash at the little Dragon-Follower's neck, a light shone on the little Dragon-Follower, popping out a barrier, bouncing away the swordsman's sword. Immediately after, a person was dragged by that light to the front of the little Dragon-Follower.

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-Follower away together.

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

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

Abu Ke floated over and asked with concern: "How do you feel? Where is it uncomfortable?"

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

Abu Ke realized that this little Dragon-Follower didn't recognize him. He hurriedly shrank his form, turned into a Dragon Soul, and swayed twice before saying: "It's me."

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

"Right, the ancestor who doesn't cast magic, doesn't sneak, and is brave and fearless. You just went to worship me and said your mother was sick? So I came to see." Abu Ke said.

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

Those 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. After saving Black Claw's kid, he didn't even look at them. He didn't take them seriously at all. Catch people and kill them? They didn't even know if they could survive.

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

The servant who was still jumping was dumbfounded. 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 cleanse it for you."

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 really clean.

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

"Oh, too dirty. He died after cleansing. I can only wish your soul peace. You guys, do you want to cleanse?" 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—this kind of thing happens every day all over the world. I can't change anything either. 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.

Abu Ke was a bit unwilling. They beat his Dragon-Follower 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 the nearby landlord nobles come over to annex the land and kill again?"

Looking at the other farmers peeking 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..."

Abu Ke was confused: I am a Dragon Soul just released from the seal, what do you mean by telling me this?

"Mom! Mom!" The little Dragon-Follower who ran over to check on his mother's situation wailed in pain. The young woman lying on the ground had stopped breathing at some point.

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

"Uh—" The little Dragon-Follower was wailing with snot and bubbles coming out of his nose and mouth. When his mother sat up, he was so shocked 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, then left him blankly there.

It took a full ten minutes for the little Dragon-Follower's mother and John to accept their legendary experience of returning from the dead, and they knelt down excitedly to thank... thank...

"May I ask which deity's descent you are?" John asked cautiously, asking clearly first, otherwise thanking the wrong divine grace and having it taken back would be finished.

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

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

Ang leaned closer and saw that the thin layer of 'dirt' on the little Dragon-Follower's body looked a bit numb and rough.

"This, wouldn't it be dragon dirt? Has your bloodline awakened?" Negris asked suspiciously.

The little Dragon-Follower's eyes widened, and the Dragon-Follower's mother's eyes also widened, looking at the little Dragon-Follower excitedly, and then looking at Ang.

As a Dragon-Follower family, the bloodline awakening passed down from generation to generation—could it be realized on her son?

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

Last time when transforming the bloodlines of 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-Follower.

He was just a Dragon-Follower, not even a dragon descendant. He couldn't bear too much bloodline power.

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

The Dragon-Follower's mother looked at Ang in a panic.

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

The little Dragon-Follower's bloodline awakening was a bit interesting, first heating up, his whole body turning red as if he were about to catch fire.

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

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

"This counts as the Dragon God personally guarding him. Your Dragon-Follower is too lucky. The cost will be recorded on your account." Negris complained to Abu Ke.

"Who is the Dragon God?" Abu Ke was blank.

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

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

Negris said: "I finally know why most Dragon-Followers awaken after adulthood. This awakening process consumes too much. If the foundation isn't good, they can't bear it."

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

The little Dragon-Follower immediately became strong at a speed visible 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-Follower ushered in the most optimized rebirth, which lasted until night.

Suddenly, Ang raised his head and looked 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 also 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 you have any grievances, we will not wrong a good person."