Seeing this group of people interpret the whole thing as a conspiracy between Beltogas and the Dragon Cult with just a few words, Zuo Si's eyes flashed with an imperceptible playful smile.

Needless to say, this is exactly the effect he is trying to achieve.

Now that the famous evil organization, the Cult of the Dragon, has taken the blame, basically no one will suspect Wilmes.

Just as Zuo Si was secretly considering how to use the intact dragon corpse in front of him, Count Wicks Target finally finished discussing the possible threats posed by the Dragon Cult with the priests of several kind gods. He immediately walked over and solemnly saluted with one hand on his chest.

"Sir Soth, please allow me to express my sincerest gratitude to you on behalf of all the residents of the entire city of Mylatma, as well as my own family. Without you, I really don't know how bad the results would be."

"You're welcome. After all, you paid me to solve these troubles, right?" Zuo Si responded with a smile.

“That being said, I didn’t actually have high expectations at the time.

I just hope to weaken this army of monsters a little bit.

But you didn't just destroy this amazing army of monsters.

They also killed their master, a powerful and evil red dragon, and the members of the Dragon Cult who were in collusion with the red dragon.

As an extra token of my gratitude, I will hire the most famous bard in Tethyr to write a ballad about your feat and have it sung throughout Faerûn."

When saying this, Earl Wicks Target's expression and tone were full of sincerity.

In his eyes, this kind of treatment where the local lord publicizes someone's achievements and reputation is what almost all adventurers and mercenaries dream of getting.

After all, in Faerun, reputation is sometimes more important than wealth and power.

For example, the lord or ruling class of a city wants to hire a powerful adventurer to help them solve a difficult problem.

Then the first thing they would consider would definitely be those adventure teams with a certain reputation.

Because these people have successful experience in dealing with similar situations, even if they don't do a good job, the situation will not get worse.

But this may not be the case for those teams that are not well-known but are equally strong.

The latter may complete the task neatly or mess it up completely.

In order to avoid risks, adventurers and teams without a certain reputation are usually not trusted.

But the problem is that Zuo Si is not from this world, and his way of thinking and values ​​are completely different. He refused without even thinking, "Please don't do this. If there is something in this world that I hate the most, it must be bards and the stories they sing. I hate being famous, and I don't want to be the topic of conversation after dinner."

"What?!"

Count Weeks Target was stunned for a moment.

He never dreamed that the other party not only did not appreciate his kindness, but instead showed an expression of extreme disgust.

"If you really want to show your gratitude, you can choose to give me more compensation, or additional magic items, scrolls, and books. In short, don't ask for any bards. Quite the opposite! You'd better order that no one will keep the truth of tonight from others."

After saying this, Zuo Si ignored the other party's reaction, took out a scalpel made of fine gold from his bag, and walked straight to the body of Beltogas.

Then, in full view of everyone, he carefully poked into the red dragon's "back door" and cut a hole along the most vulnerable part of the body, extending all the way to the end of the tail.

After doing all this, he began to peel off the leather of the tail bit by bit in the opposite direction, along the underlying skin and muscles.

The whole process went smoothly, without causing even the slightest damage to the integrity of the dragon skin.

After peeling the tail, Zuo Si also started from the "back door", cutting along the relatively delicate scale texture on the abdomen until reaching the jaw of the dragon's head.

Finally, peel the body and wings along the cut in the abdomen.

In just less than fifteen minutes, he completely skinned a mature red dragon.

Except for the dragon wings which suffered some damage during the battle, the rest of the parts are very intact.

According to the standard body size of most humans, these dragon skins are enough to make at least four sets of full body heavy armor and six sets of soft leather light armor.

As for dragon horns, they are one of the best materials for making weapons and staffs.

In addition, during the skinning process, Zuo Si also collected a large amount of dragon blood, which made the old wizard next to him envious.

Not only the old wizard, but many priests, warriors, and knights present also showed extremely eager eyes.

But unfortunately, according to custom, the dragon was killed by Zuo Si, so the ownership of the trophy belonged to him.

Even if some guys have bad intentions, when they see the desertified environment around them, they will immediately think of the horrific chaotic magic storm before, and finally reason will overcome greed.

Just like that, everyone watched Zuo Si skin a dragon, extract its tendons, dig out its internal organs, and finally clean and disassemble its skeleton, stuff it into dimensional bags, and pack it up to take away.

The only thing that is of no use is the dragon meat that is casually thrown on the ground.

Unlike some rumors that dragon meat is a "tonic", this thing is not very poisonous and will not kill people if eaten. At most it will cause diarrhea.

But the taste is really not bad.

After all, the dragon itself is a magical creature, and when it is alive, its muscles contain a large amount of elements.

Take the red dragon for example, the fire element contained in the muscles will make the meat hard, old and full of an indescribable spicy taste.

It is even ten times more terrifying than the hottest ghost pepper.

It's easy to choke just by smelling it, not to mention eating it cooked.

This is clearly recorded in the book "Guide to Cooking Dragons (limited to five-colored evil dragons)" written by Elminster himself.

However, there is never a shortage of "warriors" in the world who dare to try new things.

A few young men who had fantasies about dragon meat picked up a few pieces from the ground and hung them under the saddle, apparently planning to go back and try them.

Zuo Si sincerely hoped that they would not suffer from gastrointestinal cramps, convulsions, and anus residue after eating.

Moreover, the spiciness of red dragon meat will not go away once it is excreted, but will last for several days or even more than a week.

In fact, eating the flesh of any kind of dragon involves considerable risk.

Those with weaker constitutions might die suddenly after eating just a few bites.

As for the magical items carried by the Dragon Cult members, Zuo Si did not keep any of them. He simply drained the magical energy and discarded them.

God knows whether the magical items these guys carry can be tracked.

He already has enough troubles now, and doesn't want to get involved with those crazy people in the Dragon Worshipping Cult.

After dealing with these trivial matters, Zuo Si found an excuse, left everyone's sight, and went deep into the woods alone.

Wilmes, who had been waiting there for a long time, immediately stood up and asked, "How is it? Was the plan successful? Is Beltogas dead?"

Zuo Si nodded without hesitation: "Yes. The plan was successful.

Now, everyone in Mylatma believes that Beltogas and his Dragon Cult allies are the masterminds behind the entire incident.

As for himself, he has now turned into leather, bones, internal organs and blood, and is contained in this dimensional bag.

By the way, how are Rhett and the soldier now?"

"I'm sorry, your summoned creature is too badly injured, and it's probably beyond saving.

I noticed that there seemed to be a hint of red dragon blood in his blood.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be because the blood-sucking sword absorbed Beltogas' boiling blood filled with fire elemental energy when it pierced his body.

As for the orc, although he fell quite hard and his internal organs were bleeding, he managed to hold on.

If you have any healing potions, giving him a bottle should wake him up."

After saying that, Wilmes pointed to Rhett, who was lying on the ground not far away and groaning softly, and the soldier who was motionless, his body covered in melted and cooled metal, his skin was dark red.

The latter's breathing and heartbeat were so weak that they could be mistaken for a dead person.

In fact, the fact that he could hold on until now was far beyond Zuo Si's expectations.

After all, he was hit head-on by the fiery breath of a mature red dragon.

Although various protective spells and potions offset some of the power, the remaining part was still enough to easily burn a person to ashes.

(End of this chapter)