Chapter 210: The Young Man is Red Dragon Royalty?

Chapter 210: Chapter 210: The Young Man is Red Dragon Royalty?

Lance stood his ground, his gaze fixed on the registration office supervisor. The man had rushed out and kept his head slightly bowed, his posture extremely deferential.

He had already braced himself for the worst.

If this man insisted on stealing the slot, he would absolutely raise hell in the Veterans’ Hospital.

’After all, their method of corruption is full of holes. Once this blows up and a full investigation is launched, it won’t end well for anyone involved.’

’Even if the officials at the Veterans’ Hospital cover for one another, as a last resort, I can just reveal my identity as a Dragon Descendant.’

He had learned long ago from Uncle Rein that on this continent, all legitimate Dragon Descendants inevitably came from the bloodlines of a few Great Noble families with ancient lineages.

It was impossible for a "wild" Dragon Descendant to just pop out of a rock, unless they were a first-generation Dragon Slayer.

Otherwise, a source could always be traced back.

’As long as I play my Dragon Descendant card, I can use it as a bluff, borrowing its might to intimidate them.’

’These local officials at the Veterans’ Hospital would have no choice but to grit their teeth, swallow their pride, and obediently give back the slot.’

He just never imagined that before his own show could even begin on the stage he’d just set, the supervisor before him would have already rushed out to forcibly put a stop to his subordinate’s foolishness.

Various possibilities flashed through Lance’s mind, and he quickly deduced the truth of the matter.

’This complete turnaround in his attitude couldn’t possibly be a sudden crisis of conscience.’

’The problem must lie with the transfer slot for the Heroic Spirit Baptism itself.’

’Something that could make a local tyrant this wary...’

’...there was only one possibility: Uncle Rein’s background from his time in the military must have come into play.’

However, Lance’s expression remained impassive. He merely let out a cold "Hmph" from his throat.

In Vance’s eyes, this attitude only served to confirm that Lance was a powerful figure he could not afford to offend.

Vance secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He held the re-stamped parchment scroll with both hands, handing it back to Lance with the utmost respect.

"The mechanical failure has already been resolved with utmost urgency."

"Rest assured, you will be placed directly into the core baptismal array of the first batch tomorrow night. There will be no delays whatsoever."

"Also..."

As he spoke, Vance reached a hand under the counter and gave the still-dazed Ilya a sharp tug.

’This subordinate may be a fool, but he’s done plenty of my dirty work when it comes to lining my pockets.’

’If I don’t cover for him today, it’ll be inconvenient for me to handle a lot of things myself in the future.’

"It’s all your fault, you idiot! What are you spacing out for? Hurry up and apologize!"

Vance hissed.

Ilya finally snapped out of it as if waking from a dream, his entire face and head covered in beads of sweat.

He now fully understood. For his own boss to adopt such a subservient posture, the young man before him had to be a powerful figure who could crush them without a second thought!

He didn’t hesitate to bend over, performing a bow so deep it looked like it might snap his spine.

If not for the military regulations explicitly forbidding kneeling, he would have dropped to his knees right then and there to beg the young lord to be magnanimous and spare him this once.

Vance knew a simple verbal apology would never be enough to quell the young man’s anger.

’I have to offer some tangible compensation.’

"Our aging equipment has wasted your precious time."

Vance laid out his offer.

"In accordance with the special compensation mechanism in the military codex, and to express our sincerest apologies..."

"...after tomorrow night’s Baptism Ceremony, you may use a warrant personally signed by me to enter the Level 1 vault beneath the Veterans’ Hospital and select one piece of Enchanted Equipment, free of charge, as compensation."

As he said this, Vance felt as if his heart was bleeding.

Of course, this compensation wasn’t stipulated in any military codex. It was something he would have to pay for with his own private military merits and Gold Coins.

Every legitimate piece of Enchanted Equipment was an expensive item valued in Gold Coins.

’But as long as it averts this disaster, the expense will be well worth it.’

Lance was quite satisfied with this offer.

’It’s like getting a piece of rare equipment for free.’

After reaching the Professional Level, the significance of Enchanted Equipment changed completely.

In this world, there was much special equipment crafted by High Tier Alchemists.

They weren’t simply sharp or sturdy; they granted the user a variety of wondrous special bonuses.

However, such equipment came with a strict requirement.

Only those who had truly reached the Professional Level could use it.

For example, those in Close Combat Professions could only activate and receive those bonus effects after successfully establishing an Ethereal Melting Furnace within their bodies.

As for Ordinary people still at the mortal level, they could only wield a Divine Artifact as if it were a common weapon.

Since he had gotten what he wanted, Lance didn’t intend to press the matter of their transgression any further.

The main reason was that he still wasn’t sure about the full extent of Uncle Rein’s background.

He didn’t want a moment of impulsiveness on his part to cause unnecessary trouble for the old retiree who was peacefully enjoying his later years in the countryside.

In any case, the core objective of his trip to White River City—the slot for the Heroic Spirit Baptism—was secure. There was no need to stir up more trouble here.

Lance reigned in his thoughts, and the suffocating Dragon’s Might that had filled the room gradually dissipated.

"Very good."

Lance reached out, took the parchment from the man’s hands, and added a little warning.

"Then I’ll leave the arrangements to you, Supervisor Vance. I just hope I won’t be seeing any more ’malfunctions’ with the equipment during the Baptism Ceremony tomorrow."

Hearing this, an uncontrollable thought surfaced in Vance’s mind for some reason.

His mind was now consumed by a single idea: ’Even if the sky falls tomorrow, I absolutely cannot allow this young man’s ceremony to have the slightest hitch!’

He understood that the young man was letting them off the hook, and Vance let out a huge sigh of relief.

Only then did he dare to slightly straighten his back, which was aching from the tension.

It was then that he finally raised his head and got a clear look at Lance’s face.

But the moment their eyes met, Vance felt that something was off.

’Isn’t this black-haired young man a little too handsome?’

’It’s not just his refined features. What’s more frightening is the aura he radiates from within.’

’That intimidating presence he had without even being angry, and the way his words just now made me want to obey him without question...’

Vance swallowed hard.

He suddenly recalled something from many years ago.

Back when he had just begun his service in the military, he’d had the good fortune to accompany his superior at the time on a trip to the Royal Capital.

He had watched from afar in the Central Square as the Royal Family gave a public address.

’The distinct feeling this young man gives me... why is it so similar to the Pandragon Royal Family, who are said to have the "Red Dragon’s Blood" flowing through their veins?!’

’That seemingly innate, extraordinary charisma, coupled with that special ability to make people believe him without question...’

’Isn’t that the most natural proof of royal blood!’

’From the remote border town of Gray Rock Town... a transfer slot with a top-secret background... and this signature Red Dragon aura.’

The key clues collided wildly in Vance’s mind.

In an instant, his mind concocted an explosive political drama.