The caravan marched silently along the road in the sand until a small ruined temple appeared in the middle of the desert, where they untied a bad horse from behind, tied it to a pillar in front of the temple, and then ducked away, leaving all the camels lying on the ground and stringing them together one by one. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Claudius was watching all this from the distant sand dunes, his clothes didn't match the situation here and now, but the heat was a fart for the red dragon, and he wouldn't sweat a drop. "Hey, is this the money to buy the road?" The humanoid red dragon said a word.

It was indeed the money for the road, and the inside of the temple was a large sunken hole, and it was pitch black that it was impossible to see anything, only bursts of cool air emanated from it. But soon something came out of the hole - it was a full-grown blue dragon. With a heavy head and neck, the blue scales of the day, and the faint smell of ozone in the air, this is an adult blue dragon in the stage of full health. As soon as the blue dragon came out, the first thing he did was to look at the camel team in the distance, and the camel was shocked by the dragon's might, and it was already about to start jumping uncontrollably. The blue dragon must have seen the twin lightning symbols hanging on each camel package in the caravan, so he snorted a lightning snort in the sky, and then lowered his head and bit the horse. The thunderous lingua franca echoed across the desert, "According to the agreement, I will collect ...... of your toll tax this time" The blue dragon began to estimate the caravan leader as he ate.

Claudius watched all this from afar, he knew a lot about the situation in the Kalin Desert, understood that this was the territory of Ostomach, and this ancient blue dragon divided the desert trade route into several sections for his descendants to collect taxes, and took a cut of them, this kind of business method is quite suitable for a weak chicken like the blue dragon in the eyes of the red dragon - no mistake, the current Claudius even thinks that they are weak chickens even if he looks at the three legendary dragons, "It's not you, but all the real dragons here, you are all rubbish!" Hahaha. Claudius said to himself, amused himself, but then he didn't want to look any further, and went straight north.

The desert night was quite cold, and the red dragon had inspired a spell from the Traveling Stick, which was still effective enough thanks to the current humanoid form. This is a mansion technique, and the enhanced mansion technique has created an invisible manor in the desert, and the red dragon has stepped into it, and the invisible servants inside have already prepared a table of sumptuous food. The humanoid red dragon's appetite has also become a humanoid appetite now, although he is still a big-bellied man, but at least the food at this table is enough for him to eat. Claudius, who had taken a bath after eating and drinking, lay down on the big bed and fell asleep - just taking a nap, and if he really fell asleep, it would take decades, and this spell would not last for decades.

The next morning, after breakfast, Claudius lifted the spell, and looking at the small Mithril scepter in his hand, the red dragon also felt that Minerva was really capable. "It's also very difficult to put the three spells of the mansion technique, the summoning mount and the hero's banquet together and permanently engrave it on this small staff, especially this mansion technique is delayed to last 16 hours, summoning the mount once summoning lasts 8 hours, and the hero's banquet can trigger five such enhancements a day - it's actually a thing that automatically restores mana and can be activated again every 24 hours..... In fact, Sylvia and Brittanya together can't withstand Minerva's magical abilities. The red dragon looked at the small caption at the bottom of the scepter, and thanks to the dragon's super eyesight, he didn't have to use a magnifying glass to see it. It was a scepter made of Mithril about forty-five centimeters in length and four centimeters in diameter, and was clearly an improvement of the same type of scepter used by Claudius last time. At one end of the scepter is an eagle with outstretched wings standing on a laurel wreath with a relief octagonal cane, while at the other end is an octagonal nut decorated with precious stones, all gilded with gold at the end and gold hoops at both ends, while the body of the scepter is enamelled and divided into small squares, red and white. Inside each square is the seal of Minerva's hand, which represents the power of the "dictator" of Rome, except that the red background is white, and the white background is red. "This woman wouldn't think this thing was made of the Marshal's Scepter or the Fascist Scepter?" The well-informed Claudius muttered as he tossed the scepter up and down, "This weight distribution..... Don't try it, the octagonal shape at both ends is definitely made of gilded pure gold. The problem is that the real function of this thing made into the Marshal's Staff is actually a luxury tour package...... What should I say? Claudius turned the scepter in his hand, and he saw the name of the scepter on the edge of the octagonal nut tail at the bottom. The feast of Curus? That's what this thing was called....... I'll see there's still number 001, Minerva definitely wants to mass-produce a low-level version of this thing! I just don't know how many tens of thousands of gold coins I sell. ”

Claudius is not a complete magic idiot, and he also has a natural ability to evaluate as a red dragon, after combining the level and enhancement effects of these three spells, plus the materials of enchantment and the raw materials of this scepter, the red dragon will calculate that the production cost will exceed 50,000 gold coins - of course, Minerva will definitely not have such a high cost if he is mass-produced, but even if it is just plated with a layer of Mithril and then enchanted, there is such a staff that has been used many times without strengthening, The cost is at least thousands of gold coins, and I'm afraid only local tyrants will buy this thing.

If it is replaced by other dragons, it is estimated that the value of this cane will be greedily killed, and the income after mass production will also make ordinary dragons drool until they lose water and die, but when it is replaced by Claudius, this product just sighs that it may not sell much, and I don't see how much he cherishes this stick, just stuff it into the suitcase and it's all over - fortunately, there is a sponge in the suitcase to fix it, whether it is a typewriter or this stick. The Red Dragon doesn't want to summon the mount yet, because he can detect the enhanced summoning effect - "Summoning the Phantom Horse has become a Summoning Nightmare Pony, and it's a high-level guy." Am I not eye-catching enough? Riding this huge black war horse with a flaming mane and tail, and burning hooves......" This kind of picture Claudius just thought about it and felt that it was too windy, he didn't want to be so windy now, but this scepter was not designed to be downgraded, and it could not summon an ordinary phantom warhorse.

So he had to walk, but after walking a short distance, Claudius found a new caravan......