Chapter 42 Fantasy, Greed
"Are we really going to let that human go?"
Samantha asked.
Garros put the map away, looked in the direction the wanderer had fled, then looked away and said, "Do I look like a dragon who breaks his word? Since I said I would allow her to escape my territory, I will give her the chance."
Since Galos has said so.
Samantha asked no more questions and went to clean up the battlefield, picking and choosing, leaving no corner untouched, collecting the adventurers' equipment, whether intact, somewhat damaged, or completely destroyed.
"My dear brother, could you give me these alchemical equipment?"
It picked up the equipment with its front paws and asked expectantly.
The adventurers' equipment and alchemical tools were considered rather low-level by Garos, at least not worth mentioning compared to the few items he possessed.
But instead of agreeing immediately, he asked, "What do you want to do with them?"
Samantha said excitedly, "Take them apart, melt them down, I want to try to use them as materials to create alchemical tools suitable for us dragons."
Given its current level of alchemy, the probability of failure is very high.
But regardless of the outcome, one can benefit greatly from the process.
Galos flicked his tail and said, "Repair your 'Alchemy Workshop' and these equipment are yours. You can use them to craft items, but the task of refining black oil must continue and cannot be neglected."
Samantha's eyes lit up.
"Ah, my dear brother, I am sure I can successfully create the alchemical tool."
"Get ready to be proud of me!"
Its final tone was unlike the way dragons of the same age communicate; rather, it resembled a speech directed at an elder.
In fact, once again when she was powerless, Garos appeared and turned the tide, giving Samantha a sense of security that even the Iron Dragon Girl couldn't provide—she could not encounter any danger in the Iron Dragon Girl's territory.
Its initial feelings were one of helplessness and submission.
Now he has developed a dependence on Galos.
Ultimately, Samantha was just a six-year-old dragon. Although she had the bloodline of a dragon, her mind was still immature and her maturity was far from comparable to that of Garus.
It regards Galus as an object of its dependence, a goal worth learning from and catching up with.
call!
Galus flapped its wings, and a gale swept up the surrounding dust and withered branches and leaves.
Where are you going?
Samantha, who was engrossed in rebuilding the 'alchemy workshop,' which was essentially a makeshift slate shed, asked.
"Go deal with the wanderers."
"Garos said."
"Huh? Didn't you say you were going to let her go?"
Samantha was somewhat puzzled.
"No, I meant, let her leave the territory."
Galos corrected him.
Let her go? You're kidding.
Adventurers are creatures that, if not wiped out all at once, will relentlessly attack you unless you abandon your territory. Moreover, there are many powerful adventurers among them. Letting wanderers leave alive would put you in danger, and Garos would not allow that to happen.
From the very beginning, he had no intention of letting the wanderers go.
As for why they were allowed to run ahead a while, it wasn't to tease or amuse them, but mainly to see if there were any other adventurers lurking outside to provide backup.
That's unlikely.
After all, when hunting dragons, they should all go together to ensure success.
But what if?
It's always better to be careful.
Before he had enough power, Garos was very cautious to ensure his own safety. Nine out of ten careless young dragons were buried in the wilderness.
He flapped his wings and soared into the sky, merging into the night.
"As expected of my Samantha's brother, he is utterly wicked. I am still too naive and need to learn from Garros."
Samantha sighed inwardly, then continued repairing her small alchemy workshop.
On the other side.
The bright moonlight poured down from the sky, gilding the wilderness with a layer of silver light.
The wanderer was breathing heavily. Having removed her leather armor and alchemical tools, she was almost naked, her body covered in small, bloody cuts from sharp branches and pebbles. She had escaped to the outskirts of the Hemlock Hills.
Given her current situation.
Without companions, without equipment, and weakened by injuries, even if they left Hemlock Hills, it would still be incredibly difficult to safely leave the wilderness, and it could even be said that they had a slim chance of survival.
But there is still a glimmer of hope.
"Damn it, damn it, dragon!"
"Do you think I'll die in the wilderness, so you consider me unimportant?"
The wanderer clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh, his heart filled with malice.
"I will definitely escape the wilderness, and then return with even stronger companions, making you pay a terrible price for your arrogance!"
Two baby dragons.
One red baby dragon, and an even more powerful hybrid baby dragon.
This is an irresistible temptation for adventurers. As long as she can leave the wilderness and spread the news, adventurers willing to team up to hunt dragons will flock to her.
Ignoring their physical exhaustion, the wanderers ran headlong into the distance.
Let's get away from this hemlock hill first.
As time passed, the wanderer leaned against a slope to catch her breath and looked back towards the hemlock hills. The dragon did not chase after her, nor did it appear, as if it had truly let her go.
Click.
The sound of claws stepping on gravel suddenly rang out not far away.
The wanderer tensed up instantly and peered out.
In their field of vision, a pack of spiky wolves, smelling the blood in the air, slowly approached from different directions, their eyes fixed on the wanderers.
The smell of blood excited the spiky wolf.
They sensed weakness in the wanderer, so without much probing, they pounced on it and attacked.
The wanderer was already weakened, and now he had no equipment or items.
Now, facing the wolf pack's attack, it died in less than a minute, filled with resentment and anger, becoming food for the wolves.
—It would be better to die at the hands of dragons; at least that would be more glorious and satisfying.
These were her last thoughts before she died.
Meanwhile, Galus hovered high in the sky, silently watching what was happening below.
"There are no other adventurers present."
He quietly followed the wanderer for a while, but found no one to meet her. Just as he was about to kill her, he noticed that a pack of wolves had discovered the wanderer's trail. So he held back and watched the wanderer die in the jaws of the wolves.
Soon, not a single bone remained on the ground.
The wolf pack disappeared and went somewhere else.
This is the norm in the wilderness, and in countless worlds—the weak are devoured and left to live in constant fear.
With his worries gone, Garus returned to Hemlock Hill and once again took out the map to examine it under the moonlight.
Following the route on the map, the circled areas became increasingly familiar to him. After thinking about it carefully for a few more minutes, he suddenly realized what it meant.
"The area marked here is the abandoned mine where the rock worm swarm is located."
The abandoned mines in the Sel Wilderness are as numerous as the stars in the sky. When he first heard the wanderer say that the dungeon was located under one of the abandoned mines, he didn't think much of it, but now he was somewhat surprised.
This is indeed a bit of a coincidence.
But then Galus thought about it again and felt that it made sense.
"The Insect King possesses extraordinary mental abilities, allowing it to directly control the life and death of other Rock-Breaking Worms. This is not a skill that a normal Insect King should have."
Galos seemed to be deep in thought.
"Could it be that it was affected by a legendary alchemical artifact, which is why it evolved mental abilities?"
Thinking of this, even with Galos's temperament, it was difficult to suppress his greed. He wanted to go and find out immediately, regardless of the consequences, in order to obtain the legendary alchemical item.
Immediately afterwards.
He no longer needed to be cautious; he gradually ascended to the pinnacle of dragon life, directly defeating all creatures that dared to call themselves evil dragons with the power of a single dragon.
Dominate the world!
Do whatever you want!
Live until the end of time!
"Stop, stop, stop!"
"Garos, stop your unrealistic fantasies!"
Whew! Whew! Whew!
The red iron dragon shook its head violently, then took several deep breaths and exhaled, repeating this cycle to calm its agitated emotions. It then looked at Samantha, using her as a negative example of an ordinary dragon, reminding itself never to commit the common mistakes of evil dragons, or it would suffer the same fate.
Greed—this is a major factor that, along with arrogance and conceit, can easily lead dragons into danger.
(End of this chapter)
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