Final Lord

Chapter 163 Buying Dragon Bones for a Thousand Pieces of Gold

Claws of light tore through the bandages on the gravediggers' bodies, penetrating deep into their decaying torsos. But before the cat-sand beast's claws could reach them, several invisible claws had already pierced the gravediggers' backs, tearing off chunks of rotting flesh!
The ground where the gravediggers stood was covered with emerald green venom, which clung to the soles of their feet and struck their lower bodies!

The two gravediggers died on the spot, turning into rotting bandages. The last gravedigger was slapped into a crack in the Wailing Wall by the tail of the Cat Sand Beast, turning into black smoke and disappearing.

"This is... solved?" Rotten Sausage swallowed hard, somewhat incredulous.

From the moment the Shadow Cultists appeared to the moment all the attackers were wiped out, it took less than seven seconds. He could sense that all the guards who made the move possessed extraordinary power.

This seemingly weak caravan actually had a well-organized superhuman legion as its guard!
Rotten Sausage's heart suddenly raced. He realized that the seemingly harmless little girl in the carriage possessed an unimaginable power behind her.

Could it be a young lady from some noble family in the Eagle Kingdom who's here to experience life?

Before nightfall, Rotten Sausage had already come up with a dramatic story to tell, which he planned to use as a topic of conversation while drinking and bragging that night.

clap clap clap!
Just then, a dozen or so corpses were thrown in front of the carriage, piling up into steps, startling the rotten sausage who was lost in thought.

Meyer lifted her skirt and stepped down over the corpses.

Her gaze swept around and quickly locked onto the rotten sausage peeking out from behind the corpse with awe.

"Heh." Mair smiled slightly at the rotten sausage, making the sausage stare wide-eyed.

Why is she looking at me and smiling like that? Could it be that she...

boom!
A heavy bag of gold coins was thrown out by the guard, hitting Rotten Sausage in the face and shattering all the wild thoughts in his head.

“Your information is correct, but I don’t like your gaze. Take your reward and get out of here. Clean up the corpses on the ground before you leave.” Mair turned and returned to the carriage, the caravan rumbling forward.

When the rotten sausage opened the box and saw the gold coins, his hands trembled.

"Haha, hahaha! We've struck it rich! We've struck it rich!"

I lost 60 gold coins in the bet, but then won 550 gold coins, so it's like I didn't lose anything!

"Thank you, young lady! Thank you, young lady!" He thanked the departing carriage profusely, almost burying his head in the ground.

Inside the carriage, Wang Bufu lowered the curtain and chuckled softly.

Mair sat respectfully opposite Wang Bufu and asked with some curiosity, "My lord, I have a question I would like to ask you for guidance on, is that alright?"

"explain."

"Didn't we already know that those people were going to attack? Why should we give so many gold coins to this useless thug?"
Five hundred and fifty gold coins! That's enough to buy his life.

"Hehe." Wang Bufu asked with a smile, "Mai'er, have you heard the story of buying dragon bones for a thousand pieces of gold?"

"I have never heard of it, my lord. Please forgive my ignorance." Mair said somewhat ashamed.

“It’s alright.” Wang Bufu waved his hand and said, “A thousand years ago, there was a small country called Frostscale Kingdom on the extremely cold ice plains. The city lord was a person who had never seen a giant dragon before.”

One year, a snow disaster swept across the entire country, and the residents of Frostscale Kingdom either died or fled, and it seemed that the country was about to be destroyed.

Upon hearing that the Frost Dragon Clan possessed the power to control ice and snow, the king spread the word throughout the entire Divine Continent. He declared that anyone from the Frost Scale Kingdom willing to settle there would receive a thousand gold mines as a reward, and anyone who could provide information about the Frost Dragon Clan, once verified, would receive ten thousand gold coins!
This news caused a sensation throughout the Divine Continent. A city lord from the Frostscale Kingdom wanted the reward, but he couldn't find the Frost Dragon. So, the city lord did something foolish—he broke through the ice and dug out the skeleton of an unknown behemoth. He melted gold coins from the city and poured it on the skeleton, then carried the glittering skeleton to the gates of the royal city for three days and three nights, shouting to everyone he met, "This is the skeleton of the Frost Dragon! This is the skeleton of the Frost Dragon!"

"This..." Mair chuckled. "This trick is too clumsy. Can't the king see through it?" Wang Bufu smiled slightly. "Of course the king saw through it. He ordered his guards to arrest the city lord and execute him. But just then, one of the king's epic mages stepped forward and advised the king not to do so."

No one knows what the epic mage said, but the king was persuaded.

Not only did he spare the foolish city lord, he also rewarded him with five thousand gold coins as a reward for finding the Frost Dragon's remains.

"Guess what? Two weeks later, a real frost dragon flew out of the frigid ice plains and went to the Frostscale Kingdom."

Frost Dragon said, "A king who would fall for such a foolish trick would certainly not be stingy with a living Frost Dragon."

Frost Dragon stayed in Frostscale Kingdom, sheltering the king from the wind and snow, and the king kept his promise and handed over a thousand gold mines to Frost Dragon.

Later, more and more frost dragons joined the Frostscale Kingdom, which developed into the Winter Empire of today.

This is the story of buying dragon bones for a thousand pieces of gold.

Meyer's eyes lit up.

"Dawn, stars, and winter. Our three great empires!"

So that's how the Winter Empire developed! A fortune for dragon bones… I think I understand now, my lord.”

Wang Bufu lifted the curtain and looked at the spire of Night Mountain City, where moonlight condensed into the shape of gold coins.

He said quietly:

"Five hundred gold coins are just a pittance to us. That rotten sausage is just a piece of stinking dragon bone."

After tonight, the entire Night Mountain City will know of our caravan's wealth, generosity, and power.

Countless hyenas scattered throughout the city will come to us, drawn by the scent of gold coins. Some forces that wanted to cause us trouble will also curb their greed, saving us a great deal of trouble.

"Miss! Someone has blocked the convoy!"

Just then, the blind cat's voice suddenly rang out. The caravan that was moving forward suddenly stopped.

"I'm coming right now." Mair lifted the curtain, stepped down from the carriage, and lifted her skirt.

Wang Bufu used Perfect Command to share a raven's perspective and clearly saw a necromancer holding a bone staff blocking the caravan's path.

In his hands, he held a beautiful and alluring ghostly songstress by an iron chain.

The songstress's body flickered between reality and illusion, her face showing fear and timidity, making her look pitiful.

If someone is inexperienced, they might easily mistake her for an ordinary Tier 3 Ghost Diva.

But Wang Bufu immediately saw through her true identity.

"Transcendent Rank 3. Death Singer. Interesting, a Transcendent Rank 1 skeleton wizard carrying a Transcendent Rank 3 Death Singer. The one who is tied up is the master, and the one who ties up is the slave."

"Heh." Wang Bufu raised his eyebrows and said with interest, "A thousand pieces of gold to buy dragon bones, and here comes the Frost Dragon."

(End of this chapter)