Chapter 722 — The Dragoon Mark I
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"Your Majesty, I do not know how the dragons of Tarond would take it, but from what I know, humans on this continent have been casting dragons as prominent figures in their epics and tales of gods and monsters for centuries or longer—and in most cases those prominent figures are none too noble: dragons robbing castles, abducting princesses, seizing treasure, threatening kingdoms; brave adventurers and knights driving off the wicked dragons, plundering dragon lairs, and even turning dragons into mounts. All these years gone by—have you ever seen Tarond or the Holy Dragon Duchy send anyone to hunt down the bards and novelists who invented such stories?"
"...I suppose I really haven't..."
"Dragons do not care about human stories, for no matter how long a human tale circulates, it will soon scatter on the wind; even those comparatively short-lived 'degenerate dragonborn' of the Holy Dragon Duchy have ample leisure to watch the most stirring legends of humankind settle into dust," Maggie said with a faint smile, but promptly added, "Of course, a 'protagonist' like you, stepping back onto the stage of history—to dragons, that is probably something of an accident..."
Gao Yang: "..."
It truly was rather an accident. Those fellows in the Mithril Vault who had made their fortunes by embezzling consigned goods had been thrown into quite a frenzy over a client like him, returned from the dead; word had it that within a single month they had dug up over a thousand graves and, while they were at it, summoned souls several hundred times...
Maggie seemed to feel the topic had grown rather eerie as well, and steered back with some stiffness: "So on the whole, where such 'trifling offenses' are concerned, the dragons' attitude will be far more relaxed than you imagine. Of course, I speak only from my own understanding; as for how the 'orthodox' dragons of Tarond will truly react upon seeing the 'Dragoon'... I fear only that 'senior agent' who is so well acquainted with you can supply the answer."
Gao Yang's mind could not help conjuring the image of my little pony.
He wondered what that blue dragon from the dragon realm would think upon learning that humans had mimicked the principles of dragon wings to build a flying craft called the "Dragoon."
Still less did he know how Mei Heng would respond if he asked her whether dragons would consent to bear riders—would she fly into a rage, or would she deliver a long lecture?
Gao Yang thought it over carefully for a long while, and suddenly felt the answer was probably something like: "Seven for the base fare, five hundred for the day, tolls for bridges, extra for the night shift..."