Chapter： 181 The Golden Alliance Army
At this moment, Brian felt most of the discomfort in his body dissipate.
With this body size and shape, he could truly enjoy the feast.
Using transformation magic, Brian changed into a small dragon form and indulged himself at the banquet.
Plates the size of dining tables were brought to him like a stream, and he quickly devoured them all.
Despite his small size, it was as if he had a stomach that could melt anything.
No matter how much food entered Brian's mouth, it was like water flowing into the ocean, disappearing in an instant, leaving only a few ripples.
After consuming a lot of meat, he gulped down drinks from large cups, his eyes narrowing slightly in satisfaction at the delicious food.
The dishes crafted by the chefs were far more flavorful than anything he could roast with Flame.
Moreover, the Thorn Grand Duke had prepared mostly Magical Creatures with magical properties for Brian, rarely using ordinary wild beasts. The blood and flesh of Magical Creatures, washed by elemental energy and meticulously cooked, were truly a delight to the palate.
Ignoring the curious glances from those around him, Brian focused solely on eating.
Time passed quickly, and two hours flew by.
Most of the guests at the banquet had stopped eating, gathering in small groups to chat, either about cooperation or the changing political landscape between the duchies.
Initially, Brian had garnered a lot of attention, but as time went on, it gradually waned.
After all, he had been eating non-stop for over two hours, oblivious to everything else, and there was nothing more to see.
In the inner city's kitchen, the staff were still busy.
Freshly slaughtered meat was delivered by dedicated personnel, processed by others, and finally handed over to chefs for various cooking methods, like a precise assembly line.
To ensure Brian could eat to his heart's content, the Thorn Grand Duke had spared no effort.
He had gathered almost all the renowned chefs from the Mocha Principality to prepare a variety of delicious dishes for Brian.
After another ten minutes, Brian's eating pace finally slowed down.
He let out a long breath, patted his stomach with his Dragon Claws, his eyes narrowing in satisfaction, and his body returned to its normal form.
Seeing this, the Thorn Grand Duke, who was conversing with a middle-aged man in a narrow-sleeved black robe, ended his conversation and approached Brian with the man, smiling, "Are you satisfied with the food?"
Brian nodded.
"Not bad, you did put some effort into it."
The Thorn Grand Duke beamed with joy, "I'm glad you're satisfied."
He then glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, hesitated for a moment, and then looked back at Brian, saying slowly, "Allow me to introduce you to Matthew Ronald from the Alva Principality, a highly respected high-level Spellcaster of the Transmutation School."
Before the Thorn Grand Duke's introduction, Brian's gaze had already fallen on the thin middle-aged man.
Among all the guests at the banquet, this man had the strongest aura and the most intense spiritual light surrounding him.
Brian had noticed him earlier but hadn't paid much attention.
A high-level Spellcaster might have been a concern in the past.
But now... he didn't really care.
"Your transformation magic is truly masterful," Matthew said with a faint smile, complimenting Brian.
Though it was a compliment, Brian could sense it was merely a formality.
He didn't dwell on it, glanced at Matthew a few times, and then calmly said, "I don't like formalities. If you have something to say, just be straightforward."
Matthew's face stiffened slightly.
As a high-level Spellcaster, he was almost always treated with great respect wherever he went, rarely encountering such cold treatment.
Even the Thorn Grand Duke, a ruler of a principality, was always polite and respectful towards high-level Spellcasters.
Throughout the entire Noah Continent, high-level Mages were highly revered.
However, in front of a mysterious True Dragon who could easily subdue an adult Red Dragon, his status as a high-level Mage was indeed insignificant.
Matthew understood this, so he quickly adjusted his mood, still smiling, and said, "Alright, since you prefer it this way, I won't be hypocritical."
After a brief pause, he stared at Brian and said in a deep voice, "On behalf of the Alva Principality, I request your assistance in aiding the Golden Alliance Army."
"The war between the human nations is nearing its end. To avoid unnecessary casualties, we hope you can lend a hand."
"Of course, we won't ask you to help for free."
"Whether it's gold coins, gems, spell scrolls, or magical items, as long as you agree, we can offer them to you."
Brian glanced at the Thorn Grand Duke.
The Thorn Grand Duke's heart tightened, and he hurriedly explained, "The Emo Royal Family is corrupt and incompetent. Under the rule of those vampires, the people of various nations have long been discontented and raised the flag of rebellion a year ago."
"The Alva Principality is the main force against the Emo Royal Family. Together with other like-minded principalities, they formed the Golden Alliance Army, advancing southward and gradually approaching the Emo capital."
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"It's only a matter of time before the Alva Principality replaces Emo."
Listening to the Thorn Grand Duke's explanation, Brian gradually understood the situation in the south.
The war, which had lasted for over a year, was now nearing its end.
The principalities coveting the Emo Kingdom initially fought separately, but over time, they united. Under the leadership of the Alva Principality, they achieved successive victories. The newly formed Golden Alliance Army had now stepped into the Baki Plains.
If the Golden Alliance Army could conquer the defenders of the Baki Plains, the Emo Kingdom's capital would be just a few dozen miles away.
Pushed all the way to the Baki Plains, the Emo Kingdom was already showing signs of decline. Some principalities that had firmly supported the Emo Royal Family began to lean towards the Golden Alliance Army, hoping to share in the spoils of victory to offset the losses and costs of the war.
As for the Mocha Principality, six months ago, before the Golden Alliance Army was formed, it had lost three high-level Mages in a war with the Walker Principality, weakening its national power and turning it into a weak state.
Under the relentless pressure from the Alva Principality, if not for Brian's protection, the Mocha Principality would likely have become its vassal soon.
The Noah Continent had never seen a unified human empire in the south.
The Emo Kingdom had been the strongest nation for a thousand years, receiving tributes from the principalities and being protected by legendary Mages in every generation.
But over time, the Emo Kingdom grew accustomed to the comfort of receiving tributes. The royal family and nobility gradually became corrupt, indulging in pleasures, turning the once vibrant kingdom into a dying giant, old and frail.
Especially a few years ago, when the Emo Kingdom's chief Mage, a legendary Spellcaster, died of old age, the entire nation mourned.
However, there wasn't even a nine-ring Mage in the entire kingdom to succeed the chief Mage.
As a result, the principalities, no longer willing to remain subordinate, began to stir. They first stopped paying tributes, then deliberately provoked minor conflicts to test the Emo Kingdom's response.
