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

Only the dead can keep a secret.

Well, in this world with magic, even the dead aren't necessarily good at keeping secrets.

But eliminating them would certainly provide an extra layer of security for the existence of the gold mine.

As a born Pusser, he was obviously happy to do so.

Caleb, seeing the fleeting glint of sinister intent in Puse's vertical pupils, instinctively became wary.

He knew all too well the nature of dragons; greed was ingrained in their bones, and they would never be content with just a "fair trade."

He suppressed the dryness in his throat, took half a step forward, and added a touch of confidence to his voice.

"My lord, you need not doubt the truth of my words, nor do you need to have any other thoughts."

Caleb's tone grew increasingly composed: "News about this gold mine has never been a secret kept by our team."

He met Puse's increasingly somber expression and said, word by word, "The survey data for the Blackthorn Mountains was compiled into a book three months ago, and along with the approximate location of the gold mine, it was submitted to the Exploration Bureau of the City-State of Elia."

"There are three identical copies in the General Administration's archives right now. Not only us, but two other exploration teams also know about it."

Caleb continued, "The bureaucrats in Elijah are incredibly slow."

"Gold mining requires manpower, equipment preparation, clearing monsters in forests and mountains, and opening up a special road."

"It will take several years for these things to be ready, and you can use them for a while before then."

"As for how much you can dig out... that depends on your skills."

The sinister look in Pu Se's vertical pupils was almost tangible; from the moment he received news of the gold mine, he had already designated it as his own property.

Dig as much as you can.

Why can we only occupy a certain area in advance?

Pu Se wanted it all.

The dragon race's obsession with glittering gold is an instinct etched into their blood.

Although the gold mine's reserves were not large, Caleb's description alone was enough to make him incredibly eager to try it.

But when he turned his head, he saw that his dragon wings were not yet thick enough, and his claws were far less hard than those of an adult dragon. A surge of suppressed anger rushed to his head.

He was only a teenager, a young dragon who had just hatched from his egg, and even killing a griffin in its youth was extremely difficult for him.

Not to mention going head-to-head with a kingdom that has an army and a large number of adventurers.

The Kingdom of Elijah... Just those five words were enough for him to think carefully and weigh their significance.

Although he possesses the [Forest Deterrencer] ability, it is not the Dragon's Might. It can only have a certain deterrent effect and is not enough to make adventurers of the same or lower rank collapse to the ground.

Not to mention those professionals who are at a higher level than Puser.

Even if they aren't legendary, a team of adventurers with all members at least level 10 in the challenge level would be enough to give Puse a hard time.

After all, Puser's life energy is only at level 5 or 6, and he has many overpowered mechanisms, so we have to be careful not to crash or burn.

Puse stared intently at Caleb, the red light in his vertical pupils flickering.

His chest heaved violently as images of adult dragons overturning city-states and piling up mountains of gold flashed through his mind.

But when he looked down and saw his still immature claws, his arrogance instantly vanished.

He knew it very well.

If we really break ties with a kingdom, then after the young ones are beaten, the old ones will come and tear this immature dragon to pieces.

"Hmph." Puse abruptly turned his face away. "Weak human, your message has successfully pleased me. I'll do as you say for now."

Puser still doesn't completely trust these humans.

He was once a human.

How could he not know how cunning humans are?

Whether or not to eliminate these five humans will have to wait until the gold mine is found.

What if only these five people discovered this gold mine? Letting them go back would be leaking information.

"Since we've come this far, hand over the exact location of the gold mine to me now. Don't even think about hiding it."

Caleb thought for a moment, then took out a neatly folded roll of parchment from his pocket, examined it for a while, and then stepped forward and handed it over.

Puse grabbed it, the rough dragon claws nearly tearing the parchment. He unfolded it and his brows immediately furrowed.

The paper only showed the general outline of the Blackthorn Mountains, marked a valley circled in shadow, and the words "Possible Gold Mine Area" were written crookedly next to it.

With this map, Puse could only find the general location, but to know exactly where it was, he would probably have to explore it himself.

"What kind of junk is this?"

With a furious roar, Puse threw the parchment at Caleb: "You humans try to fool this dragon with something like this?"

The werewolf picked up the map from the ground and said earnestly, "Blackthorn Mountains, Shadow Plains, and the unexplored forest."

"The area that Elia wants to develop in the west is so large that even a simple map could cover an entire room."

"This is already the clearest map available. If you want to know the exact location..."

Captain Caleb looked at his teammates who were resting and suggested, "We can take you there ourselves; this is our way of showing you our sincerity."

"Okay." Puser paused, then added fiercely, "But don't let me find out you're up to any sneaky tricks during this time."

He opened his mouth, revealing sharp fangs: "Even if we can't defeat the kingdom's army, crushing your squad is more than enough."

Poseidon plans to stay here and doesn't intend to return to his lair for the next few days.

Now that the gold mine has been discovered, he wants to set up his nest inside it.

The night was like a thick piece of black velvet, blurring the outline of the Blackthorn Mountains.

These humans originally wanted to rest until morning before setting off, but Puse refused.

Puse walked at the front, the young dragon's body casting a long, narrow shadow in the forest, occasionally flicking its tail to clear away the tall grass blocking its path.

Caleb's squad followed five steps behind him, their footsteps extremely light.

Everyone had their hands on the weapons at their waists, their eyes scanning their surroundings warily.

The night wind carried the pungent smell of grass and trees, and occasionally a few low growls of magical beasts could be heard in the distance, but they all quickly fell silent as they approached Puse's aura.

Caleb walked behind Puse, clutching the roll of parchment in his hand, glancing at it every now and then to confirm the direction.

"Speed ​​up."

Pusser suddenly stopped and turned around impatiently: "I don't have the patience to dawdle with you on the grassland. We must get to that valley before dawn."

These humans are so slow.

They traveled like this for several days.

Pusser and the humans finally arrived at their destination, a river deep in the mountains.

The mountain wind, carrying the scent of damp earth, rushed towards us, and snowmelt flowed down the mountain, turning into a winding stream.

Pusser smelled a familiar sulfurous odor in the air and sensed something was wrong.

His nose twitched slightly, and the sulfurous smell grew stronger and stronger, almost solidifying, carrying an even more domineering territorial pressure.

Just as alarm bells rang in his mind, the surface of the magic mirror rippled like water, giving Puse a prompt.

"Great master, this mountain range harbors a volcano, and it seems to be the territory of a young red dragon! Do you intend to go and take him down?"