Indeed, Ron's actions can indeed be counted as "kindness".

If Ron were to be replaced by any other dragon, even if a white dragon cub came, not a single gold coin in the Vitas Treasury would be "dusted" here!

Even if the young dragon didn't have storage space for so much treasure, it would "go home" with the gap under its scales, the stomach that could stretch 12 times its size (as recorded by the Wizards of the Coast), and the empty anus.

Don't underestimate the dragon's love for gold coins!

For dragons, gold coins represent not only wealth, but also power and status.

Whether it is a metal dragon, a five-colored dragon or a gem dragon, their greed for money is innate.

This nature makes their pursuit of gold coins an instinctive, irresistible desire.

Gold coins have a unique attraction for dragons, and dragons will fight for them, and even fight like social animals for them! (That's right, it's the struggle you imagined)

At the same time as Ron was loading gold coins.

Far away in the forests of Ibida

An ancient altar of beast blood shimmered with an eerie red glow in the light of candles.

Around this altar are circles of white candles burning with firelight.

The flickering light of the fire carried an eerie sense of life, and the burning flames kept beating like a heart.

Above the altar, there were seven long boxes made of black jade.

They come in long and short sizes, but without exception, they all exude an eerie and terrifying aura.

But the most notable thing is the black box in the center.

It resembled a large chunk of shattered concrete, its black jade-like skin turning a lifeless grayish-brown.

At the same time, the heart that had been shattered into pieces hidden in it was also exposed to the air through the cracks in the box, turning into pieces of black-red air-dried meat.

Underneath the Altar of Beast Blood

A rickety old man in a black robe was holding a white cloth and gently wiping the surface of the countless candles erected around him.

It's his job, and it's his pastime.

As the founder of the Holy Sect, this old man did not have the hideous appearance of the five pairs of eyes and eight mouths as rumored, but rather looked like a kind little old man.

suddenly

First, a candle placed in the center was extinguished without wind.

Immediately after that, two candles that were half short began to flicker.

After holding on for thirty minutes, the two of them also entered the end of extinguishment.

"Hey"

The old man gently picked up the three candles and carefully observed the remaining traces on them.

It seems that he has seen some clues.

The old man frowned, took out a pale green blade from his arms, gently picked a bloodshot remnant candle body, and put it in front of his eyes to observe it carefully.

"Old man, why did you call me back?"

In the shadows behind him, a young man suddenly appeared.

He walked quickly to the old man's side, and when he saw the long candle that had been extinguished, he immediately frowned:

"What's going on? Number 2 is actually dead? ”

The old man nodded, stroking the candle with a sad face:

"Well, that kid died quickly, and he should have been killed in an instant by some demigod."

"Demigods!?"

"How is that possible!"

Hear the words

The young man was taken aback and hurriedly asked:

"Isn't there no such thing anymore? Could it be that Mecanshut slut is lying to us? ”

Faced with a series of questions from the young man, the old man did not answer.

He just sighed, and walked slowly forward.

The old body rose without wind, stepped on the void, stepped on the altar step by step, and placed the extinguished candle on the top of the seven life boxes.

After doing all this, the old man sat on the altar a little tiredly, looked at the young man below and slowly spoke:

"Since Tagore's death, we've started to have some hiccups with our plans."

"Including that time in the royal capital, the accidental rampage of the High Scepter also caused heavy losses to our sleeper members, and caused the weakened old king to seem to have discovered us."

"I think there must be some unexpected factors that have been interfering with our salvation cause."

"Do you know what I mean?"

said

The old man lowered his head, looked at the young man below with cloudy eyes, and said softly:

"Bellerophon"

"Understood!"

The corners of the young man's mouth split in an astonishing arc, and then he shook his head like a lion.

With this action, countless crimson golden hairs burst out of his skin.

In an instant, the human clothes he was wearing swelled up to the limit of what he could carry.

"Torah—"

Almost in the blink of an eye, accompanied by the sound of the fabric tearing.

A behemoth with a length of more than fifty meters has emerged in this underground world.

"Bang!"

The huge beast's claws slammed into the ground, shaking the entire altar space

It raised its head with a fierce face, and used its seven-colored eyes to look at the calm old man sitting on the altar, but the pupils that should have been pure and immaculate were now full of murderous intent.

"Let me fix it."

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Leave aside the one that was loading gold coins over there.

meanwhile

Inside the city of Vitas

A common street stall on Emerald Street was surrounded by a large circle of people.

And a few people who originally came out to shop were having a good time at the word game booth at this time.

"Bang!"

Julia rolled up her sleeves, slapped the table, and shouted angrily:

"One more time! I don't believe it, I can't guess! ”

At this time, Julia no longer has the sense of being close to people, but is like a little girl who loses a game but cheats.

Tina and the others on the side happily held their plush toy prizes and exchanged their experiences with each other.

The thing Tina and the others are playing with is a play on words called Dungeons & Dragons.

The game is decided by throwing a sieve (usually charades, but in a different form), and after successfully passing all the games, you can get a "big gift" prepared by the stall owner. (Usually small toys)

Of course, all supernatural powers are not allowed to be used during the game, such as cheating with the trick of [Scout Vision] or something

Although the transcendents don't usually play this game, the stall owner still writes this on the movable wooden board signs.

But he didn't expect that this move would bring him huge trouble.

Anyway, from the time they came to the booth to the present, Tina and her party have played a total of ten word games.

The result was: Fran won 5 games, Tina 3, Warren 1 and Raya 1

Well. It is worth mentioning that due to the lack of knowledge, Leah took the initiative to quit the game and chose to watch the battle.

Other words

"Amount"

The owner of the stall, a middle-aged man, looked at the city lord who had lost ten games in a row and was angry.

He held the 24-sided dice, which were less than half a meter in diameter, and said cautiously:

"This. It's not too early."

"Otherwise, I'll give the prize directly to the adults."

He pointed to the grand prize behind him: a giant stuffed animal, and discussed it tremblingly.

Facing the high-ranking big man in front of him, the stall owner felt a huge sense of oppression.

The middle-aged balding stall owner was afraid that he had done something wrong, or that the content of the next game would dissatisfy the female city lord, so he would give himself a decisive decision on the spot.

When people die and money is gone, isn't this the most desperate thing in life?

Julia's face changed, she stared at the shopkeeper angrily, and said viciously:

"What do you say? Don't you think I can't guess the answer to the game?! ”

"I don't dare, my lord, the villain doesn't mean that, I'm just worried about your busy government affairs."

The middle-aged stall owner wanted to cry and apologize without tears.

Julia's face grew gloomy, and she bit her lip, clearly dissatisfied with the stall owner's explanation.

She took a deep breath, tried to control her emotions, and said with a slight smile:

"Well, since you say so, I'll give you another chance. However, you have to remember that this is the last chance. ”

The stall owner hurriedly nodded yes, and fine beads of sweat were already oozing from his forehead.

He knew that if he annoyed Julia again, his business would be ruined.

While preparing the content of the game, the stall owner secretly looked at the few people next to Julia, and his eyes showed a strong will to survive.

But apparently

Fran, Laya and Leah would never dare to resist Julia's obscenity.

And Tina and Warren, who were standing on the sidelines watching the play, could only say that they couldn't help Julia in the face of the play.

Looking at the people who walked with the castle lord, they couldn't help themselves.

The stall owner could only continue to hold the 24-sided dice in despair and start the next round of torture.

Who would have thought that just setting up a stall would meet this great god.

The key meeting is also encountered, but this vegetable and fun-loving city lord would be so obsessed with word games, which is what the stall owner never expected.

After today, there will be a lot more wordplay booths in Vitas City.

"And I threw the dice?"

"Hurry up!"

The shopkeeper swallowed dryly and gently threw the dice in his hand into the air.

Tina and the others all looked up, curiously looking at the spinning dice, waiting for its result.

In the light of the setting sun, the wooden dice slowly rotate in the air, reflecting a touch of colorful brilliance.

"I don't think I'm using that much force, huh? Why don't the dice fall yet? ”

The middle-aged stall owner scratched his head.

In the next second, the 24-sided dice suddenly fell.

"Smack!"

After rolling on the ground a few times, the dice with small characters written on them finally appeared in front of everyone.

"You draw me, I guess?"

Tina read the name of the game according to the dice face, and the little face of the middle-aged stall owner on the side turned pale the moment she heard the name of the game.

"It's over, it's the hardest game out of the 24!"

The stall owner wailed in his heart.

But in the face of Julia's gaze that gradually turned to himself, there was a murderous look in his eyes.

The middle-aged stall owner could only swallow the suggestion of "don't vote again".

"That."

He laughed dryly and began to explain the rules of the game.

The rules of the game are simple.

This game is played for two players.

One of them needs to be the [expressor] and one person to be the [doubter]

The [Expression] should randomly draw a small anagram, and after comprehending the meaning, express it to his partner [Doubter] through body movements.

It must be noted that during this process, it is absolutely impossible to speak or express in magic, otherwise it will be considered a foul.

This requires that the expressor must be a knowledgeable and dexterous fellow, otherwise it will be difficult to guess the true riddle.

It is difficult for most civilians to achieve these two points, so this game is also known as the "death game", and the people who draw it are generally reluctant to pay the play fee, and rarely succeed.

(Each game of word games is charged according to the number of people, and each person is charged 1 silver coin)

"Wow, I didn't expect this to be a two-player game!"

Tina nodded, indicating that she understood the rules of the game.

She suddenly felt that this game was quite fun, but it was a pity that Ron was not around, otherwise she would have wanted to participate in it.

"So, Julia, who are you going to partner with?"

Tina turned her head and looked curiously at the hot-bodied female city lord.

Julia subconsciously glanced back.

Fran, Leah, and passers-by in her field of vision all bowed their heads in decline.

In the face of such a strong woman with a strong aura, it is difficult for ordinary people to rise up to the intention of playing games with her.

Going around and around, Julia finally stopped her gaze on the blue dragon Warren, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Whoa—"

Suddenly, the crowd around Warren quickly gave way to a circular clearing as if fleeing the plague.

Even Leah and the others quietly moved away from Warren and came behind Tina with a smile on their faces.

Warren, who realized it later, came back to his senses from the state of recollection, only to realize that something was wrong around him.

"Why is there no one around me all of a sudden?"

Just when Warren was surprised, Tina stepped forward and grinned and proposed:

"Mr. Warren, how about you being Julia's expressor?"

"Huh? I? What is it? ”

Warren pointed to his face in confusion.

Before he could react, Tina smirked and commanded the crowd behind her to shout:

"Rush, Mr. Warren agreed, don't let him run!"

Suddenly, everyone understood, and a strange smile appeared on their lips, slowly surrounding Warren.

"Huh? What are you doing? ”

Before poor Mr. Blue Dragon could figure out the rules, he was pushed to Julia's side in a daze, and even in the process, he was "accidentally" pushed a little harder by Fran and hit Julia's weak and boneless shoulder.

"That, sorry sorry, I didn't mean to."

Startled, the blue dragon Warren hurriedly apologized to the grumpy wife, for fear that she would leave here in anger.

At the same time, he secretly complained in his heart:

"When will your side be okay under Ron's crown? I can't stand it anymore! ”

looked at Julia, whose face was uncertain.

Warren gritted his teeth and suddenly reached out and grabbed Julia's forearm.

In order to keep Julia from leaving here, Warren really let it go.

He secretly swore that even if he sacrificed his body, even if he was beaten and bruised, he would never let Julia leave.

But surprisingly, Julia didn't have the fury that Warren had imagined.

She felt the warm palm of her arm gripping her arm, and her face flushed with an imperceptible red.

The breeze blew away the young woman's long black hair, which rippled like water lotus.

The gentleness of the bowed head is like the shyness of a lotus flower.

Facing the stunned crowd

Julia turned her head and pretended not to care, urging the blue dragon:

"Stop pretending, go draw anagrams."

But her hand never pulled out of Warren's palm.

(End of chapter)