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

"Holy crap! No, no, no!"

Siegel quickly regained his composure, enduring the burning sensation, and focused intently on the screen, frantically operating the controls.

After a period of intense, focused maneuvering, two minutes later, Siegel's game character, unsurprisingly, encountered an accident.

"Oh no! Just a hair's breadth! Just a hair's breadth away! If I hadn't been slashed like that, I would have made it!"

Siegel watched as the BOSS had only a sliver of health left, then returned to his role as the Earth God Temple, hugging the dragon head and roaring in grief and anger.

He had been stuck on this level for two hours and was about to pass it when a notification from an old friend ruined his chances.

"He's dead! It's all your fault!"

Siegel looked at the glowing scales on his chest with displeasure, pressed down on the scales, and said indignantly.

However, Siegel wasn't too angry.

This is an incomplete fourth-circle spell that an old friend who fled from the south with him recorded for him.

They can cross the Sea of ​​Magic and exchange information.

To put it simply, it's a simplified version of an interdimensional satellite phone.

However, because it is incomplete and the Sea of ​​Magic is extremely chaotic, it can only be lit up once, and the number of times is extremely limited.

"Something must have happened. Let's go check it out, lest that annoying guy gets killed."

Siegel muttered to himself as he put down his computer and scratched the dragon's head.

"However, we need to warn the players first to prevent them from causing trouble."

Siegel looked out of the cave, extended his mental energy, and accurately located "Cutline is Justice," who had just finished discussing the trade details and said goodbye to Grayson and Frye.

"I have to go out for a while, don't cause any trouble."

"If something goes wrong, I can't cover for you."

Mental power stirred magic, vibrating the air, and Siegel's voice rang in the ears of Justice.

"Huh? Going out? Has my fellow villager Long changed his ways?"

"Caliber is Justice" was stunned and turned to look at the dragon's nest in disbelief, muttering to himself.

Withdrawing his mental energy, Siegel stepped forward and used magic to obtain a full-length mirror that didn't fully reflect his entire body, tidying his appearance.

That's what he told the players, but Siegel wasn't too worried.

He can access player forums online, and the system can also check players' basic status.

The player has caused a minor problem, but his old friend isn't too far away and can get back quickly.

If a player really causes big trouble, the player can simply go back to Earth, and he can run away.

Anyway, this isn't the first time they've run away.

Of course, it's best to avoid all trouble and continue living a peaceful and comfortable life.

After tidying himself up, Siegel arrived at the entrance to the dragon's nest.

Outside the cave, it was dusk.

The setting sun was like blood, its orange hue staining the edges of the clouds, and sunlight spilled across the newly golden forest.

As autumn approaches, a sense of desolation descends upon the world.

"Ugh, I really don't want to go out!"

Looking at this beautiful scenery, Siegel sighed.

But since his old friend had already resorted to this method, he could no longer stay at home.

Avoiding the player camp and entering the forest, Siegel chose a deserted spot, flapped his wings, and soared into the sky.

As Siegel soared through the sky, flying rapidly toward the northern grasslands, he scanned the Black Rock Mountains.

The forest is vast, like a sea of ​​trees, and a cool evening breeze sweeps by, stirring up rustling waves of leaves.

Several figures were seen on the abandoned trade route.

With the dragon's eyesight, Siegel immediately recognized the players and humans below.

Siegel frowned. How did the players get mixed up with humans?

Upon returning, I must remind the player that humans are wicked.

Although he was once human, that doesn't stop him from being wary of humans.

Siegel stopped thinking about it, his wind magic flowed, his wings flapped, and he surpassed the speed of sound, turning into a black dot and disappearing into the twilight.

boom!

The sound of a sonic boom echoed high in the sky, piercing through the clouds.

But once they reached the forest below, the sound became extremely faint, almost inaudible.

Grayson and Fry were walking and chatting away from the player camp.

“Grayson, do you know what I saw in the warehouse?”

Frye's face flushed, and he looked excited. Before Grayson could reply, he continued speaking.

"Salt! All salt! There are several piles, like small mountains, pure white, flawless refined salt!"

"Hahaha! You're going to make a fortune!"

Grayson chimed in, but with a hint of sourness in his sarcastic remark.

"You'll have to patronize my business more often in the future!"

"What are you saying!"

Fry patted Grayson on the shoulder and laughed.

"The kick you gave me changed my destiny."

"If it weren't for that kick, I might have died long ago for provoking the goblins, and I wouldn't have had such a good opportunity."

As he spoke, Frye turned to Grayson, smiled, and extended an invitation.

"How about this, you join my caravan to protect me, and I'll share some of the profits with you."

"it is good."

Grayson readily agreed.

He knew this was an inevitable outcome.

He and Frye entered the Blackscale Clan together and witnessed the entire event.

Since he is a Tier 2, whether Frye fears he might suddenly kill someone or wants him to keep a secret, he will inevitably try to win him over.

The two chatted and laughed as they walked toward where the caravan members were staying.

But halfway there, Fry suddenly blurted out something out of the blue.

"Do you really believe that the Blackscale Clan is a reclusive clan of the northern grasslands?"

Grayson, unsure of Frye's meaning, could only reply with a smile.

"Believe it!"

"Their ironware, plate armor, and refined salt were all transported from the tribal lands of the northern grasslands, weren't they?"

"But as far as we know, there are no such powerful and advanced clans in the vicinity of the Blackrock Mountains!"

Frye's tone was somber.

Grayson sensed something was amiss, but still smiled and said...

"Further north of the northern grasslands, there are too many subhuman clans, and there is also a royal court. It is normal for there to be powerful and developed clans that we do not know about."

"Too."

Frye didn't say much, but glanced back at what was behind him.

Are demi-humans, a race of extremely inferiority, truly capable of technology comparable to humans?

Transporting goods from such a far place, won't you lose money?

Fry thought of the evil gold veins in the Blackrock Mountains, and an answer came to mind.

These kobolds solved the problem of the evil metal artifacts being fragile and poisonous.

Fry touched the sample the player had given him in his arms.

Yes.

Only in this way can the price be so low.

Thinking of this, a burning desire appeared in Frye's eyes.

The Kingdom of Kosia has countless abandoned gold mines; the profits from this technology are simply too great.

Moreover, if he remembered correctly, the several black gold mines in the Blackrock Mountains seemed to be the territory of a viscount in a smuggling profit chain.

Once Viscount Ra and the others join forces, they can create a multi-faceted balance of power while simultaneously mobilizing human troops to destroy the Blackscale Clan and seize their technology.

Not only could they reap huge profits and pay off their debts, but they might even be able to obtain a noble title.