I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

Poseidon really wanted to send these humans to work in the mines.

You get 100 free draws upon logging in, 200 for diligent users, and even 400 for less diligent users.

Unfortunately, he couldn't keep an eye on these few weak humans forever and make them "willingly" serve him.

Once the dragon is out of their sight, these guys will definitely choose to run away.

However, Puse did not have a suitable overseer.

Bruce is absolutely loyal, but the kobolds are far too weak.

He's not even as good as a goblin; keeping him around to oversee the work will only get him killed by these humans.

It's unlikely that the fairies would only think of playing harmless pranks and that they would supervise the work.

Most importantly... there are too few people.

Only five people remained.

If there are dozens or even hundreds of people, they can form a professional mining team to mine the iron ore in the Fairy Garden.

However, there are only five people. Transporting these five people to the fairy's flower garden will probably take two days if they don't dawdle along the way.

This doesn't feel like a good deal.

Pusser had no choice but to keep trying to squeeze something out of these people as ransom.

Caleb's movements suddenly stopped.

He slowly raised his head, looking at the enormous figure that was entrenched in the shadows. The firelight cast flickering shadows in his eyes as he pondered.

"My Lord Dragon, we may not have the power of a legendary expert, nor the ability to challenge you, but we know the secrets of this region."

The werewolf licked its nose and then circled its lips: "We are a geological exploration team, and we can deduce where mineral deposits exist."

"Thirty miles west of this grassland, there is a rift valley buried by sandstorms, and rich iron ore is hidden in the rock strata deep in the rift valley."

"The ore is exposed and can be easily mined to produce high-quality iron. Further south, over two low mountains, there is a copper vein with excellent ore quality, and the copper ingots produced are not easily oxidized."

"Hahaha, geological exploration?" He scoffed, his hot breath whipping up sand and gravel that hit Caleb's face.

"You weak humans, do you really think your petty tricks can compare to the talents of the dragons?"

He flicked his tail, pointed his fingertips at the outline of the mountains hidden in the night to the west, and spoke with a chilling arrogance.

"The veins of the earth are naturally etched into the bloodline of the dragon race."

"By simply getting close to the rock strata, you can hear the humming of the metal ore vibrating underground; by simply smelling the scent in the wind, you can distinguish the richness of iron ore and the sweet, metallic taste of copper ore."

"It can even accurately determine the direction and reserves of a mineral vein, whether it is a shallow ore layer as thin as a cicada's wing or a giant ore vein stretching for hundreds of miles."

"I can see right through it."

He raised his massive head slightly, a hint of disdain flashing in his vertical pupils: "What I lack is not mineral deposits, but rather the retinue to mine them for me."

"I think you have great potential. If you are willing to pledge your allegiance to me, I will spare your lives for now."

Caleb's heart sank, and he felt the chill in the air spread through his veins to his limbs and bones.

To pledge allegiance to an evil dragon?

This means they will completely abandon their own kind, become minions of monsters, and be nailed to the pillar of shame for all eternity.

But right now, if we refuse, even our bones will be swallowed up by this grassland.

Stop being so dense, think faster!

Caleb took a deep breath, suppressing the dryness in his throat, and said with a deliberately steady voice, "My Lord Dragon, loyalty is not a game."

"We are willing to explore mineral deposits for you and do our best to help you, but with our limited physical strength, we are simply powerless to mine them."

Pu Se said slowly, "It's alright, just do your best to dig. Dig as much as you can. Anyway, I don't need to worry about the cost."

"You humans were all picked up off the street, so even if you work yourselves to death, I won't feel sorry for you."

Upon hearing these words, Linor choked on the dry, coarsely made jerky she took out of her backpack.

What do you value life for?

Are there mining tools that can breathe?

You wouldn't even feel bad if you were exhausted?

Does that mean our lives aren't lives anymore?

That's easy for you to say!

Dragons are indeed cold-blooded bastards, only interested in mineral resources and profits, and they don't understand what respect is at all!

We are all living, intelligent beings, not ants to be manipulated!

The long-eared creature glanced at Puse with resentment, but under the dragon's gaze, it quickly and cowardly turned its head to the side.

She swallowed the choking jerky with force, trying her best to suppress the bitter taste rising in her throat.

Anger surged within her, but she could only bite her lip tightly, daring not to utter a sound of protest.

That damned dragon, does it really think they're just livestock to be slaughtered?

If it weren't for the vast difference in strength, she would definitely have drawn her sword and charged forward right now, even if it meant mutual destruction, rather than suffer this humiliation.

Caleb's fingertips dug tightly into the pebbles in his palm, the sharp pain clearing his muddled mind for a moment.

"Lord Blue Dragon, what about the gold mine?"

He suddenly looked up, his voice filled with a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve.

His voice was hoarse from nervousness and thirst, but it was firm and resolute: "We know the location of a gold mine!"

"Although initial surveys indicate poor placer gold deposits, since the gold mine hasn't been tapped, there's still a possibility that large chunks of gold could be found inside!"

Poseidon's swishing tail suddenly stopped.

The disdain in his vertical pupils was instantly replaced by a sharp glint, and his hot breath swept across Caleb's head: "Gold mine?"

"Huh? A gold mine? What are you talking about?! What do you mean you've discovered a gold mine?"

Translate for me what it means to have discovered a gold mine!

"Yes!" Caleb's throat bobbed as he met the dragon's intimidating gaze and said, word by word, "The mine is deep within the Blackthorn Mountains."

He paused deliberately, watching the growing interest in Pu Se's eyes, and gritted his teeth as he threw out his chips.

"Although that vein has limited reserves, it is more valuable than all the iron ore you currently control combined!"

"I can give you the map and even lead you to the entrance of the mine, but I have only one condition—"

"Speak." Puse's voice was deep and imposing, yet it also carried a hint of aroused greed.

"Let us go." Caleb straightened his back, his gaze sweeping over his companions with their varied expressions, his tone firm.

"We'll hand over the secrets of the gold mine with both hands. As long as you're willing to let us leave, you definitely won't lose out in this deal."

Linor suddenly raised her head, her eyes flashing with a hint of surprise amidst her resentment. Stefan was also stunned, the veins on his forehead slowly subsiding.

These are all the results of the survey team.

But now it is offered to this evil dragon.

However, they didn't say much; their lives were now in the hands of this evil dragon.

Although the captain is suspected of betraying the results, he's dead, so who cares?

Poseidon slowly lowered his massive head, his huge vertical pupils staring intently at Caleb, as if judging the truth or falsehood in his words.

"Humans, you are more intelligent than I thought."

Puser drew out his words, a hint of amusement in his voice, "A gold mine... that's something I should consider."

Damn, I have to trick these humans into telling me, and then kill them.