Jonavili followed the principle of prioritizing caution. Although dragons considered it shameful to require protection from other creatures, Jonavili believed that such so-called face and dignity were far too insignificant when compared to life itself.
"After you conquer other tribes, you may select those with strong wills and formidable strength to recommend to me, and I will convert more White Crystal knights."
"Whether it be the White Crystal knights or the Imperial Guard, both need a constant influx of fresh blood and continuous expansion."
"Yes! My Lord!"
After making the arrangements, Jonavili could not think of anything else for the moment, so she dismissed the White Crystal knights and the monsters.
After all, being watched with such reverence all the time made her feel a bit constrained.
"Medusa, I need a large amount of food. Go and arrange it."
"As you command, great Master."
Medusa swayed her body and quickly departed.
Jonavili condensed a long ice table and seats in the plaza, signaling Gris and Furiel to sit.
"Is there anything else?"
Furiel frowned, while Gris sat beside her in a thunderous posture.
Jonavili gave a friendly smile and casually cast a privacy barrier.
During these ten days, although Jonavili had been sleeping, she would still visit the inheritance space to learn knowledge and magic.
"Everyone, do you want to quickly enter the adult stage?"
"Of course I do. Who wouldn't?"
Gris answered casually.
Only by reaching adulthood could he break through to the Legendary-tier. Only then would he have the strength to seek revenge.
But it was too slow. Reaching adulthood would take at least a century of time before entering the hibernation period of the adult stage.
"If this nonsense is all you have to say, then please excuse me."
After speaking, Furiel stood up, preparing to leave.
One had to know that she was still hungry.
But suddenly, Jonavili's next words forcefully halted her intention to leave.
"I have a way to make us reach adulthood quickly."
As soon as these words were spoken, Furiel's expression froze. She stared intently into Jonavili's eyes, as if trying to see through her to see if her wicked sense of humor was acting up and if she was making fun of them.
Not only Furiel, but even Gris rarely showed a serious expression, staring unblinkingly at Jonavili.
But there was no trace of a lie in Jonavili's eyes; it was as if she were simply stating a fact.
Jonavili raised her left hand and spread her five fingers. The index finger of her right hand transformed into a dragon finger covered in white scales. With a gentle swipe of her claw, the nail on her left middle finger was sliced flat.
Furiel and Gris were both confused, not understanding what this meant. A threat? Or...
Jonavili's lips curled slightly as she spoke softly.
"[Chrono Surge]."
The power of time emerged, and the broken nail began to grow back rapidly.
"This is... Time!!!"
Gris jumped straight from his seat, shouting in shock. At some point, he had already transformed into his dragonkin form, his gaze fixed intently on Jonavili's fingernail.
He could sense that this was absolutely not a dragon's recovery ability.
Seeing this scene, Furiel seemed to understand something, her face also filled with surprise.
"Could it be you want to..."
Without waiting for Furiel to finish, Jonavili nodded.
"That's right. Just as you imagined, I can use [Chrono Surge] to accelerate our growth time, allowing us to reach adulthood much faster."
"Then what are we waiting for! Do it quickly, I can't wait!!"
Gris was already impatient, rubbing his hands together as he spoke.
Jonavili rolled her eyes at him.
"Sit properly. What's the rush?"
"What is the price?"
Furiel did not doubt that Jonavili could use time to accelerate their growth, but she would never believe that this scoundrel in front of her would help them for no reason.
'Look! I wasn't wrong, was I? That fellow's smile is about to reach her ears. Why doesn't she just laugh herself to death?'
Jonavili found it impossible to suppress her grin; her smile was practically beaming, as she had been waiting for this exact question.
She gave a light cough, pretending to look surprised.
"We are friends. How could you say such a thing? Isn't that being too distant? However, since you brought it up, I can't exactly disregard your feelings, hehe-hehehe~"
'This scoundrel...'
Furiel grit her teeth. How could this fellow be so thick-skinned?
"My requirement is that all the mana cores you obtain in the future must belong to me; of course, I won't cheat you for a lifetime, so let's just have this last for a hundred years, how about it?"
Hearing such a simple request, Furiel breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she didn't have to work like a beast of burden, anything was fine.
Although mana cores were good things, that was only for other intelligent races. They were used as energy sources for creations like golems, for enchanting and forging, spellcasting, currency, ritual materials, and so on.
Furthermore, swallowing mana cores could increase mana reserves, but only for a few races.
For dragons, their own mana reserves were already extremely vast, far beyond what other races could hope to achieve. To put it simply, they were already more than satisfied.
Moreover, most mana cores were treated as snacks by dragons; it didn't matter whether they had them or not.
"Fine, I agree."
"I agree as well."
Hearing their decisive agreement, Jonavili's smile widened.
For dragons, a verbal acknowledgement was enough. There was no need to draw up a contract. After all, in the eyes of a dragon, drawing up a contract was a sign of distrust and a provocative act.
After all, dragons were proud and disdained deception.
I am using my dignity as a guarantee, yet you do not trust me. You might as well say you are looking for trouble.
Of course, this did not apply to green dragons and black dragons. After all, everyone knew what those two were like; deceiving people was second nature to them.
Jonavili pointed her finger, and a contract condensed from magic appeared in front of Gris.
Seeing this, Gris narrowed his dragon eyes, his gaze unfriendly.
"Gris, it's not that your big sis doesn't trust you; it's just that the reputation of you black dragons is a bit awkward. I'm sure you won't mind, right?"
As she spoke, Jonavili's smile grew even wider. Gris couldn't help but twitch his lips, saying almost through gritted teeth.
"Hmph! Of course I don't mind."
'Do I dare to mind? Is it even useful if I do? Dammit!!'
Gris roared in his heart, but he still honestly signed the contract.
Seeing Gris's appearance of resisting with his whole body yet having no choice but to comply, Jonavili was laughing her heart out.
"OK~ Then it's settled."
Jonavili dismissed the contract and applied [Chrono Surge] to Furiel and Gris.
Through her careful control, [Chrono Surge] was in a state where it could increase their growth speed while the mana consumption and mana recovery formed a strange balance.
Now, the growth speed of the three dragons had increased by 5% relative to their original rate.
This figure would gradually increase as Jonavili's mana reserves expanded and her recovery speed increased.
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