Chương 284: The Dragon Clan's Mount Imprisonment Ring

Colleen's words were very clever.

First, they attracted the red dragon with the benefit of being able to make requests at any time, and then they tempted it with the gold coin rewards generated by the spicy snack technology.

The red dragon was immediately captivated and took a big step to stand next to Roland.

"Ahem, that tiger head."

"I believe I am fully capable of being a supervisor. As for compensation, I don't mind doing you this small favor."

Damn it, I really mind!

Bizan felt like he had released all the anger he had accumulated over the past year in one go today.

"Sir, I reiterate to you, do not interfere in the internal affairs of our church."

"Roland is very important to our Church of Vulcan, and we have enough evidence that those defected orcs are still hiding within the group."

"If you insist on obstructing us, then our Church of Vulcan will lodge a formal protest with your elders!"

These words made Augusta's heart skip a beat, and her momentum immediately weakened by half.

She stiffened her neck with a fierce but cowardly air.

"You're not giving me any face, are you!"

"You keep calling your parents all the time... I have no intention of interfering in your church's internal affairs. I'm personally watching over Roland, and you're still not happy about it?"

Seeing that the red dragon was feeling guilty, Bizan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He didn't actually want to summon those immortal dragons, otherwise it would inevitably cause unforeseen complications and waste time.

"Lord Tata, it's not that I'm disrespecting you."

"But what if we don't lock Roland up, and that vixen escapes?"

Bizan stretched out his hand and pointed to the two groups of people who were supporting Roland.

"Your Excellency, you see, these people are all trying to protect Roland, hoping to help her escape while the arbitration conference is being prepared."

"At that time, not only will our Vulcan Church suffer losses, but your spicy snack making skills will also disappear without a trace."

"What?! Roland's going to run away?!"

Red Dragon looked around at the people in surprise.

Lywind of Elizabeth's faction and the Fifth Prince's faction naturally refused to admit it and refuted Bizzan's accusations with great conviction.

"Bishop Bizan, please be careful with your words. We have never had such a thought. The laws of the Empire are not to be desecrated."

That's what they say.

However, if Roland manages to escape due to a series of coincidences and oversights, then it will be none of their business.

At worst, Roland will be accused of fleeing from justice. What does that have to do with law-abiding nobles and merchants like them?

Bizan, of course, knew what was going on and gave a cold laugh.

"Hehe, you know in your hearts whether you have such thoughts or not."

He turned to look at the red dragon.

"In short, as you can see from the current situation, Roland has an extremely high chance of escaping. Our Church of Vulcan and the Council of Nobles must imprison her!"

Red Dragon wasn't completely stupid; he realized something was wrong by now.

She showed obvious hesitation, not wanting to offend the Church of Vulcan too much, yet wanting to personally supervise Roland, and incidentally making various requests for spicy snack flavors.

There is another very important point.

If she just backs down like that, where will she put her face?

It's infuriating! It's bad enough that we're looked down upon within our own tribe, but these inferior races outside are all so arrogant.

Shouldn't this dragon body tremble and unleash its full domineering aura?

Then all these tigers, black wolves, foxes, humans, and the like should bow down and shout "Welcome, Lord Dragon King!"

That's how it's written in storybooks.

The red dragon paced anxiously with its tail, eventually making some concessions.

"Alright, alright, I understand your concerns, you tiger-headed devil."

"Since you're so afraid that Roland will run away, then this dragon will think of a way to help you."

She pouted and buried herself in her spatial ring, rummaging through it until she finally found a huge iron ring engraved with dragon magic patterns, radiating intense energy.

The huge iron ring crashed to the ground, cracking several tiles in the garden.

Then she extended the tip of a dragon claw and gently touched it.

The iron ring shrank rapidly until it was small enough for a human to wear.

Roland looked at her garden floor with a pained expression, pursed her lips, and asked Secretary Corinne.

"What is this?"

With a professional smile, Kou Lin gestured to introduce the topic and spoke loudly to the crowd.

"This is a dragon's binding ring, used by the dragon elders to help the new generation of dragons catch mounts."

"By simply putting this on the target, you can locate the target at any time and apply tremendous gravity to restrict its movement."

Koolin looked at Bizan as if she really wasn't on Roland's side, and introduced her with a grin.

"In other words, as long as Miss Roland wears this restraint ring, she will not be able to escape the capital while awaiting trial."

"Bishop Bizan, are you satisfied with Lord Tata's handling of this matter?"

……

Ultimately, after a protracted negotiation among the three parties, a final solution was determined.

Roland can be exempted from imprisonment, but must remain within the group while wearing a dragon-binding ring.

Moreover, the Dragon Clan Spicy Strips technology must be delivered within five days, and the arbitration conference will be held at the headquarters of the Roland Group five days later.

Lywind and the others lodged a serious protest, but due to the power of the Church of Vulcan and the Dragon Clan, they had no say whatsoever.

Bizan narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the faces of Lywind and the others, who looked grim, and spoke in a cold voice.

"You like to procrastinate and make a big deal out of things, right?"

"When the arbitration conference begins in five days, Roland's bloodline will be revealed to all the noble representatives. You will regret supporting Roland."

After saying that, he ignored Lywind and the others' expressions and instead looked up at the huge dragon head.

"Lord Tata, once Roland's traitorous identity and crimes are confirmed, please don't stop us from taking her away!"

"snort!"

The red dragon maintained its arrogant posture, waving its hand dismissively.

"I only care about the spicy snack technique; I don't care about the affairs of you stinky orcs."

Bizan was too lazy to reply to this bizarre red dragon; this red dragon was even more outrageous than the young nobles of the empire.

If it weren't for its dragon identity, it would probably have been beaten to death outside long ago, or locked up as a pig to be bled and skinned, and used as a continuous source of alchemy materials.

He turned and waved, signaling the surrounding soldiers to disperse, and gave the order.

"The Velvet Fang Guard, on your command! Strengthen the blockade of the Roland Group and remove all unauthorized personnel!"

"This place is crucial for the Noble Council meetings over the next five days. There can be no mistakes. Keep a close watch on it!"

"yes!"

The orc warriors scattered, some of them immediately surrounding the so-called "unauthorized personnel".

That is, Lywind and the Mithril Technology Association.

"Please leave now."

The leader of the Fleshtooth Guard looked at Lady Lywind with schadenfreude and said in a mocking tone.

"Of course, we warmly welcome you to the arbitration meeting as a distinguished guest, though you may be somewhat reluctant."

Lywind glanced into the distance.

For some reason, Roland did not resist, nor did she activate the steel teleportation earring.

At this moment, the beautiful, golden fox raised her jade-like feet, wrapped in black silk, and obediently cooperated with the 1. 3-meter-tall Secretary Kou Lin, wearing the dragon clan's restraining ring.

The shrewish elf, who kept winking and making faces, reached out and lifted Roland's ankle, placing the shrunken restraining ring around her foot.

The gradually brightening crimson runes sent Lywind and the others' hearts sinking to the bottom.

"Dude, what on earth is Roland doing?"

"Once that short, dark elf puts a binding ring on me, there's really no way I can escape!"