The Fourth Calamity: Starting with Dungeon Slimes

Moses thought he was doing pretty well.

Especially during this period, we've been eating and drinking well.

However, as the man with the watermelon knife on his head began to recount his story, Moses soon realized that he wasn't doing so well.

"Lord Moses, look at the state of your cave. It needs a thorough cleaning. And your gold coins and jewels haven't been wiped clean in years. They need to be cleaned so you can lie down comfortably."

"And you need a massage too."

"Massage?" Moses, who had lived in the underground city for many years, was puzzled.

"Yes, a massage." With that, he immediately beckoned Feng Xiaoxiao with the watermelon knife on his head, letting him control a wooden hammer that the players had prepared in advance to give Moses a comfortable massage.

Moses had never experienced anything like this in his hundreds of years of life.

"This is good! Excellent, very good!"

Moses gave a very positive review of the massage.

"Lord Moses, one Pata is definitely not enough. Why don't you teach us the magic, and once we've mastered it, we can all work together? Wouldn't that make things more comfortable for you?"

Upon hearing this, Moses pondered for a moment.

I think what Pata said makes a lot of sense.

Although this magic is extremely precious, what does it matter compared to one's own comfort?

And so, under the expectant gazes of several players, another spell was quickly added to their skill bar.

Meanwhile, the sugar-coated bullets with watermelon knives hanging over their heads continue.

"Lord Moses, how many years has it been since you last brushed your teeth?"

"Body scrubbing?"

"That's right." As he spoke, he brought up the watermelon knife on his head, along with the wolf-hair brush that he had asked the players to prepare earlier.

Then the players clearly divided their roles.

One player was responsible for sprinkling water, another for scrubbing, and the third for drying.

For a while, the players were having a great time riding on Moses' back.

The series of actions, including massaging his back and scrubbing him, made Moses close his eyes comfortably.

"Lord Moses, you have had a very hard life. A dragon as big as you is only a few hundred years old and needs to be taken care of."

"And Lord Moses, think about it, you're so powerful, and you have so many gold coins, you should learn to enjoy life..."

While busy working, the watermelon knife on his head was also constantly adding value to the earth dragon Moses.

What? Everyone's a baby who's a few hundred years old. What's wrong with enjoying it a little?

For example, if you're already this strong and don't enjoy it, what's the point of becoming stronger?

In short, after a series of sweet words and promises, Moses felt that he had wasted his life.

Especially with the theory that a refined dragon's life should be like this, with a watermelon knife on his head, Moses quickly became completely swayed.

First and foremost is the quality of life. As a refined dragon, eating raw meat and drinking blood is not advisable.

Food must be cooked and taste good. The nobility of the dragon race is not something they say, but rather a reflection of their quality of life.

Those dragons who only talk about the nobility of the dragon race but still live a primitive life are just a bunch of country dragons with no knowledge or understanding.

As a delicate dragon, one needs constant care.

There should be no dirt in the crevices of your fingernails, and your scales should be clean. Even the gaps between your teeth should be free of food residue. As the saying goes, it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

In less than an afternoon, Moses's worldview was reshaped.

And so...

"Oh dear... Lord Moses, one of the scales on your back is crooked, which will seriously affect the image of your exquisite dragon."

"I suggest you remove it, then wait for a new one to grow and take good care of it. It would be best to get orthopedic surgery."

"Orthopedics?" Moses was completely confused.

Then, with the watermelon knife on his head, he started explaining to Moses about orthodontics and its benefits.

So, after being given various explanations with a watermelon knife on his head, Moses probably understood everything.

"In that case, we don't need this scale." With that, Moses stretched out his dragon claw and reached for the scale.

"Lord Moses, may we have this scale of yours?" Upon seeing the scale being removed, the man with the watermelon knife on his head immediately asked impatiently.

"No!"

Moses the earth dragon resolutely refused.

However, the person with the watermelon knife on their head had already guessed this, so they started bargaining and eventually reached a preliminary agreement: one scale could be exchanged for a full-body service from the players.

After successfully obtaining the scales, he continued his work with the watermelon knife on his head.

"Hmm, Lord Moses, why is this patch cracked? This won't do; it seriously affects the appearance."

"Huh? This part is wrinkled, no, no, I can't use it if it's not fully grown..."

"Oops...this color is wrong, it's a little too light..."

After spending an afternoon picking at the thorns with a watermelon knife over their heads, they finally managed to get more than twenty scales.

At the same time, he also took care of Moses' daily life for the next twenty days and took over the cleaning work of Moses' entire cave.

........

The group with the watermelon knife spent several hours arguing before finally leaving.

On the way back, the group complained in various ways.

"Damn it, I'm exhausted, I'm numb, all my magic has been drained."

"That's right, the key is that we'll have to come every day from now on."

"It's too difficult to break through. We're practically selling ourselves for these 20 scales."

"I'm so frustrated. In real life, it's always others who take care of me. When did it become my turn to take care of others?" Feng Xiaoxiao, a wealthy player, was the most resentful among them.

"Alright, alright, stop complaining. Let's look at it from a different angle. Once we raise this earth dragon's favorability, won't we get plenty of benefits?"

As he spoke, the man with the watermelon knife on his head added, "Not to mention anything else, those pieces of equipment that he considers junk, if we get our hands on them later, we can sell them and make a considerable amount of money."

"And then there are its gold coins; one day I'll get them all."

Upon hearing what the watermelon knife above their heads said, the group's eyes lit up.

"If we really manage to get all of them, we'll be rich, with so many gold coins."

"According to Moses, this was accumulated by his ancestors over several generations, so how could we have obtained it so easily?"

"Let's take good care of him for now, and then I'll find a way to get his gold coins," he said confidently, a watermelon knife hovering over his head.

And so, the group talked all the way, and before long, they finally returned to their territory.

Meanwhile, things remained busy on the territory side, with players each performing their respective duties.

However, compared to the players' busy schedule, at this moment, in the Dragon Cave dungeon, not far from the players' territory...

.......

"Awooo!!!!"

The howls of wolves echoed throughout the territory of the Demon Wolf Clan.

The demon wolves near the territory gradually gathered towards the highest mountain in the territory.

At this moment, several hundred demon wolves have gathered on the mountaintop.

All of these demonic wolves were level 60, with the highest-level one being a giant demonic wolf nearly five meters tall with a crescent moon mark on its forehead.

It reached level 65 and is one of the few intelligent demon wolves in the demon wolf race.

And it was Fenrir, the leader of the wolf clan, and beside him were two other wolves that were slightly smaller than the others.

They are also among the few demon wolves in the demon wolf clan that possess extremely high intelligence.

At this moment, Fenrir the wolf saw that at least a third of his gathered wolves had disappeared, and his eyes were already filled with rage.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"Those damn patters!"

"If it weren't for that damned dragon!"

Fenrir the wolf roared angrily.

These days, those damned Pata have become increasingly active, attacking its people in groups every day.

More than thirty of its tribesmen have already suffered at the hands of those damned Pata during this period of time. How can it tolerate this!

What infuriates the wolves most is that every time the pack of wolves succeeds, they run off to the dragon's territory, and the wolves never dare to chase after them to rescue their people.

Seeing his dwindling numbers of kin, Fenrir the wolf could no longer conceal the rage in his eyes.

"Revenge! Revenge! I'll tear those damned Padmas to shreds with my own hands!"