The dragon just wants to stay at home, but the players are frantically upgrading their technology.

The mountain roads were complicated, and with only twenty people in total, they could only transport this many weapons.

Mog didn't go to Caliber Is Justice to ask for more weapons.

The players, guided by the principle that "the voice of justice is justice," didn't cause any trouble.

Next to the blacksmith's shop.

Mog stared at the black scales in his hand, reflecting the sunlight, with a strange expression.

He now understood why the Blackscale Clan's Dragonblood Warriors only had baby scales.

It turns out it was made into dragon scale coins.

"That's truly outrageous..."

Priest Mog grinned, unsure of what to say.

The pain of having a few scales plucked is bearable.

But to remove them all just to make these so-called dragon scale coins is simply insane.

"Let's just spend it all."

Mog glanced at the young kobolds happily selecting weapons from the pile, then led Nera into a street.

He always felt uneasy carrying such a thing on his person.

Only when he exchanges his money for weapons and resources can he feel that sense of security.

Walking down the street, Mog followed the example of the other players and picked and chose, buying a few baskets and hemp ropes, as well as some dried mushrooms and roasted meat.

This experience was novel for both Mog and the kobolds who followed him.

One Dragon Scale Coin can be exchanged for many things.

Unlike bartering, there's no need to be ambiguous about value or worry about whether you're losing out.

Mog walked along, surrounded by few pedestrians, looking somewhat dazed.

He remembered, in his distant past, the first time he disguised himself and entered a human town, and the town's inhabitants were just like that.

But when I turned around, there were no humans, only dog-headed people.

Perhaps, in the future, these kobolds will be able to build prosperous civilizations and vast cities just like humans.

With mixed feelings, Mog walked out of the street and distributed the dried mushrooms and roasted meat he had bought.

"Thank you, High Priest!"

The dog-headed people picked it up, and someone took a bite. Their eyes lit up, and they began to wolf it down.

"Don't grab it! This one's mine!"

"I got it first!"

As the sun sets, its golden rays fall.

The young people of the Cailin clan laughed and chatted as they hurried toward their resting place.

Mog followed at the back, watching with a smile, tossing up the last dragon scale coin in his hand and letting it fall again.

"This feeling isn't bad, it's just a little unsettling."

Chapter 37: The Untold Story of the Adorable Golden-Eyed Baby Dragon

The sun and moon revolve.

Night fell over the earth, and the sun rose.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

During this time, Mog exchanged another thirty Dragonscale Coins with the Caliber of Justice.

It wasn't for his own use, but for the young kobolds.

Shopping was a novel experience for him, but he didn't like the feeling.

On the contrary, the young people of the clan were very fond of it and kept pestering him until he couldn't resist.

On the afternoon of the second day, Mog heard another loud noise.

The loud noise was like a thunderclap.

It was even louder than the sound of a blacksmith's power hammer.

Mog asked Zhan Shuai and the others, but they only said that these were clever little tools that the goblin general would use when he came.

Mog couldn't understand, but he knew in his heart that the Blackscale Clan was testing their trump cards.

Hope this helps.

Mog thought to himself.

It's not just because of mutual interests.

During his few days at the camp, he experienced many things.

The Blackscale Clan members have strange names, a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere, no sense of hierarchy, and some inexplicable rules in the camp.

For example, a dog-headed man called "Copperhead Leather" is not allowed to appear at a designated excretion location.

All of these things made him unconsciously grow to like the camp.

But time was running out, and he had to leave.

The third day, early morning.

Mog was packing his things when Nera, accompanied by the "Justice of the Line" team, found him first.

"I'm about to leave, are you here to see me off?"

Priest Mog greeted him with a smile.

Nearby, Nara activated the Language Stone, allowing the two to communicate without barriers.

"No, I'm here to tell you some good news."

"Caliber is Justice" shook his head, lowered his voice, and feigned surprise.

"His Majesty has summoned us!"

Mog's eyes widened suddenly, and an unprecedented excitement appeared in his cloudy pupils.

He never imagined that he might actually have the chance to see His Majesty before he left!

"His Majesty's awakening will activate the dragon blood for my people! At that time, the War Commander will mention you to His Majesty."

He said that "caliber is justice," but then he changed the subject.

"However, don't get your hopes up too high. His Majesty has just awakened from his deep slumber, and his temper might be..."

"Caliber is justice" gave you a knowing look.

We will definitely report this to him.

But the result was not in any suspense.

"I see!"

Mog immediately understood, nodded, and followed the line of justice.

Soon, Justice of the Criterion led Mog and Nera to the small hill next to the camp.

Mog and Nera then discovered that the hill actually contained a deep, dark cave.

In front of the dragon's nest.

People are already waiting.

It was the War General and three players who were about to activate their Dragon Blood.

All three were in the second batch of players.

They carried the cut-up pieces of first-tier magical beast meat, their expressions subtly showing excitement.

Upon seeing Mog arrive, the War General nodded in acknowledgment.

Mog stared, his hand gripping the chipped bone staff tightly.

I felt an unprecedented sense of tension and unease.

"Justice is in the Air" stepped forward and walked into the darkness with Zhan Shuai and the others.

Watching Zhan Shuai and the others disappear into the darkness, Mog could only pray in his heart.

Naira, standing nearby, was in a similar state to Mog.

Dragons are the bloodline of the kobolds, bringing them power and magic.

Almost every kobold worships dragons.

Dragon's Nest.

As the distance increased, the seriousness on the faces of Koujingjizheng and the others disappeared, and they began to chat freely without restraint.

"I heard that my fellow villager Long is lazy and a homebody, and that he's basically useless except for helping us activate our dragon blood?"