Hurt added to the lord with a proud face: "We have brought back enough coins and gold and silver objects to fill a half-loaded carriage, and the value is conservatively estimated to be more than two hundred thousand gold coins. ”

"How much?"

At this moment, Buckland strongly suspected that something was wrong with his ears, and he put his tail finger in and plucked it twice.

"More than 200,000 gold coins, we can't count the specific amount, it's best to hire a professional accountant. In contrast, the expression on Hurt's face can only be described as unwavering. After all, even if it is a cart of gold and silver, after watching it for half a month, it is difficult to regain the excitement at the beginning.

Anne didn't react until then, the teacup in her hand fell on the table with a clatter, and white milk flowed everywhere.

"Hair ...... Rich?" asked the half-elf chick stumbling.

"It's okay. The lord waved his hand in a low-key manner, "The inhabitants of Winterfell have become walking corpses, and the entire city's belongings have become ownerless. The big head was handed over to the treasury, and the rest of the people who saw it had a share, and I also got 50,000 gold coins. ”

"Richard is the first to slay the dragon, and 50,000 gold coins is too little. Buckland grimaced, "That's the entire property of Winterfell, and the total is an astronomical amount. ”

"That commander-in-chief Pinto wanted my dragon crystal, and before he arrived, he deliberately embarrassed Lao Tzu, and he did three indiscriminate things. Richard sneered, as cold as the perennial ice of the Far North Ice Sheet.

Hurt sat in a chair and saw this scene, honestly looking at his nose and nose, his mouth and his heart. Generally speaking, when your lord laughs like this, it means that someone is going to be unlucky.

"Didn't you say at least 200,000, where did the remaining 150,000 come from?" Anne couldn't wait to ask.

For a money-hungry half-elf businessman, this kind of ragute get-rich-quick story is really appetizing.

"That's the collection in my lair, all of it, not even a single gold coin left. Thutmose said faintly, and the whole dragon lay at the bottom of the crystal.

Buckland and Anne had both expressions of surprise on their faces.

Dragons are known to have a deep love for gold.

It's a very unreasonable emotion to talk about, and it's clear that those shiny yellow metal pieces are of no use to them. But almost every dragon spends their entire life trying to collect gold. Due to their great strength and outstanding intelligence, they are widely collected.

Thutmose can only be regarded as half of the dragons, and it is said that some particularly powerful old dragons, whose family base can even reach millions, sleep on the pile of gold coins all day long, and are truly rich and rival the country.

Therefore, digging a dragon's den is recognized as the most effective means to get rich, and whether you can spend your life after getting the money is not considered.

"Hmm. Richard drank some tea to moisten his throat and described to them in a vivid way that he had left the brigade and climbed the mountain alone because of the lack of transportation. After overcoming many dangers and obstacles to find the dragon's lair, he packed the belongings inside and carried them down the mountain alone.

To be honest, that weight was ridiculously heavy even for the Lord of Alpine Castle. If it was something else, it was really possible that he would not be able to hold on, but as long as he thought that the heavier the weight, the more gold and silver, the strength of his body would continue to gush out, and it would be effortless to walk down the mountain in one breath, and even the Holy Word Prayer Technique would have improved a lot.

The half-elf chick blushed when she heard this, and she was so excited that she almost fainted on the spot. Although the money has nothing to do with her, just thinking about it, Anne feels a sense of happiness.

"Lord Baron. A small goatman sentry came running in empty-handed, and the spear that had been given to the sentry was thrown into the middle of nowhere, "There are a lot of elves approaching!"

"It's finally here!" Richard slapped his face, "Let's go, let's take a look." ”

............

"This is my grandmother, and the matriarch mother of the steppe elves, Lady Melissa. Anne took a pure-blood elf by the arm and introduced her to the owner of Alpine Castle.

To this day, the elves still generally maintain the matriarchal society of the ancient elven empire. The so-called master mother can be roughly equated with the patriarch. In addition to her sharper ears, this elven mistress is almost carved out of the same mold as Anne, and she knows that she is related by blood at a glance.

Although the hair has long been completely silvery, and the face is full of wrinkles, it can still be seen that she must have been a great beauty when she was young.

"Good day, Lord Richard, I've heard Anne talk about you many times. ”

"yes, what did Anne say. The lord asked pleasantly

"Arrogance, gluttony, lust...... What else?" said Melissa, who pointed her slender index finger at her chin, a look of serious contemplation on her face.

"Grandma~ What are you talking nonsense about? Anne shook Melissa's arm and coquettishly relentlessly.

It was the first time Richard had heard the half-elf chick speak in such a tone, and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and goosebumps appeared on both arms.

"Grandma always likes to joke, I hope you don't mind. Anne said.

“...... It's nothing. The lord waved his hand and made a generous appearance, and to be honest, he didn't have the confidence to mind. As far as Melissa said casually, it is difficult to say whether it is slanderous or not.

The elven tribe's brigade was rushing to the mountain fort, probably because the wheels were entangled in the dead grass, and the elves who were originally riding in the car jumped down and tried to push the heavy carriage.

Elves are the most beautiful and elegant race. Even if their elven empire is long gone, even if humans are the mainstream of today's world, there is really no way to deny this. After all, the current top nobles are still proud of following the elven aesthetics of the past.

They seem to be a collection of all the bells and souls in heaven and earth, and every movement is intercepted, as if it is enough to be on the canvas for a hundred years. For example, the panels of their carriages are painted with curved and tangled green vines, which are very delicate and beautiful, much stronger than ordinary human painters.

Another example is that they are obviously pouting and pushing the carriage, the elves are like noble sons who pay private visits, and those vassals who help are serfs at a glance.

Richard winked and reluctantly walked over to watch the lively centaurs and brutes on his arms.

The elves are slender, the vassals are short, and their strength is very average, and the weight of the carriage is difficult for them to shake. But for the samurai of Takayama Castle, this little weight was hardly a problem, and the wheels turned again with a little effort.

The elves applauded at this, and began to sing in unison. The voice was ethereal and pure, like a gust of wind sweeping across the vast wilderness in winter, and even the well-informed Richard was shaken. It made the fighters who had watched the excitement earlier quite embarrassed.