I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

Chapter 120 The Stone Man

Murphy glanced around at the bustling underground market, his gaze sweeping over the oddly shaped vendors and passersby, before asking tentatively, "This underground city should allow people from different places to come in, right?"

Sylph nodded and agreed, "Of course."

However, not all dungeons have this property; only a few special ones do. Therefore, dungeons with this property are treated as trading markets.

Just imagine, you could drill a hole from this side of the mainland and go directly to the other side to do business—how convenient would that be?

The two walked a few more steps and soon arrived at a gate.

A row of sharpened, thick wooden stakes were driven deep into the rocky ground, leaving a passage in the middle wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

At the end of the passage, a thick wooden railing blocked the entrance completely.

A lizardman guard with a long spear was standing by the railing.

It seemed to have been standing in this dark and damp gatehouse for quite some time, and was clearly in a bad mood.

Hearing footsteps, he lazily lifted his eyelids and said somewhat impatiently, "Do you have your pass?"

Sylph paused, startled, and said with a puzzled look, "Huh? A pass? Isn't this a free market?"

"It's a free market, but recently there's a rule that you need a permit to enter, otherwise you won't be allowed in."

"How come I've never heard of this rule?"

Sylph frowned, her voice tinged with confusion.

"Recently, a Dragon Lord's dragon egg fell out."

The lizardman guard lowered his voice, as if revealing some important secret, "This regulation was established to prevent anyone from smuggling dragon eggs here to sell, and to facilitate future investigations."

Upon hearing this, Sylph's expression became even more peculiar.

She tilted her head and looked at the lizardman, asking, "Do people really sell dragon eggs here?"

"I don't know what the higher-ups are thinking."

The lizardman shrugged helplessly. "Well, just in case. If someone actually brings the dragon eggs here, it'll be difficult to handle, won't it? I'm just a staff member, following the rules. There's nothing I can do."

"Human resident card, elven mark, or totem are all acceptable."

As the lizardman spoke, he glanced at Murphy, who was standing at a distance looking around, and then deliberately lowered his voice to remind Sylph, "Is this what you brought? Goods or pets? Pets are not allowed inside, and goods need to be registered with a certificate."

"Oh? This is also a customer."

Sylph was taken aback, then quickly pointed to Murphy, who was staring blankly in the distance, and offered a somewhat embarrassed explanation.

The main issue is that when Murphy is focused on thinking, he does stand still and appear somewhat dazed, which at first glance doesn't seem like a normal customer.

The lizardman guard glanced at Murphy in the direction she was pointing, then turned back to Sylph with an extremely helpless look, and slowly said, "My dear elf, although we lizardmen may have low intelligence, we are by no means stupid, and we are definitely smarter than that stone man. We don't even have the right to go in as guests, and I don't think the stone man does."

It felt like it was being treated like an idiot by the elf.

Well, while it's true that lizardmen are indeed less intelligent than elves, their stupidity mainly lies in academics and magical theory.

In terms of basic common sense and the ability to read between the lines, there isn't much difference.

"It really is—"

Sylph was about to explain when she noticed the lizardman's gaze gradually change, a hint of displeasure at being mocked appearing in his vertical pupils.

It even turned its head and winked at its colleagues who were standing guard next to it.

The lizardmen also noticed the commotion and gripped their spears tightly.

Sylph sighed.

Instead of explaining, she turned to Murphy and whispered, "Mr. Murphy, I need to get a pass. Could you come here for a moment?"

Murphy was staring intently at a glowing mineral in the corner when he heard the shout. He snapped out of his reverie and nodded.

He raised his hand to straighten the black top hat on his head and walked over.

"Ha, even stone golems can be this obedient?"

Upon seeing this, the lizardman guard raised his scaly eyebrows. "I've heard that stone men don't understand commands? You're not some kind of powerful summoner, are you?"

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Its attitude softened slightly, but it still showed no sign of backing down: "Either you take it back, or you leave it outside. This is the rule, and we can't change it. Please understand."

Until Murphy walked up to it.

"Get a pass."

Murphy spoke softly.

The lizardman guard heard the voice and was about to say something.

Then it discovered that its heart had suddenly stopped beating.

The next instant, my heart began to pound wildly, as if it were about to burst out of my chest.

Breathing became rapid and heavy in the blink of an eye, each breath feeling like it was being squeezed out of a narrow tube.

His legs began to tremble uncontrollably, his knees shaking violently, and he could only shakily lift his head to look into Murphy's eyes.

It had just sensed an incredibly familiar aura of power and oppression.

That was the fear awakened from the deepest part of its bloodline.

It felt as if a dragon was standing in front of him, looking down at him from above.

If it were just an ordinary creature, it might not have felt this much, but it was a lizardman.

As a directly subordinate race of the dragons, its bloodline is engraved with absolute obedience to the dragons. This ingrained instinct allows it to sense the surging dragon might within Murphy more clearly than any other creature.

In addition, it remembered what it had just called Murphy.

The fear in my heart suddenly spread throughout my body like a flood bursting its banks. My head spun, my legs gave way, and I collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The commotion caused by its fall immediately attracted the attention of all the reptilians in the vicinity.

His colleagues, who were on duty, all gripped their weapons and ran over, surrounding Murphy.

Then, as they all looked at Murphy, that invisible dragon's might crashed down like an unseen wall.

Some of the lizardmen involuntarily retreated, while others lost their footing and fell to the ground.

In no time, several guards lay sprawled on the gate, creating a rather comical scene.

Should we apply for the travel permit or not?

Murphy looked at the chaos before him, somewhat bewildered, not yet fully realizing what had happened.

One of the lizardmen, who appeared to be the leader, was the first to react.

It was a size larger than the other lizardmen, and wore a rough bone and tooth necklace around its neck, clearly indicating that it was a seasoned veteran.

It walked with slightly trembling steps to Murphy, immediately bowed, and said in an extremely respectful tone, "You don't need a pass, please come in, Your Excellency Murphy—"

Its words suddenly faltered here, clearly as it was thinking about how to address this person.

Just then, its vertical pupils caught sight of the black top hat on Murphy's head, and it immediately realized what it meant, changing its tone to, "Sir Murphy, you are very welcome here."

As it spoke, it used its paws to pull something from a leather pouch at its waist, then presented it with both hands: "This is a small token of our appreciation, a gift card for this market. There should still be some credit left, though not much, please accept it, and please forgive our previous verbal offense."

Murphy looked at their panicked yet trying-to-remain calm appearance and roughly understood what was going on.

It must be due to the dragon's might within me.

But does the dragon's might within me really have that strength?

How could they scare a group of reptilians like that?

It pondered for a moment, then quietly opened the panel and took a closer look.

Oh, it seems Xiao Mo has leveled up again.

No wonder that's the case.

Of course, Murphy wouldn't be foolish enough to refuse the gift.

It took the card, weighed it in its hand, then took out a slip of paper that it had prepared beforehand and handed it over.

"Could you please send these things to me as soon as possible?"

Murphy asked.

The lizardman leader reached out a paw, took the note, and saw that it was written in human language.

However, these lizardman guards have received special training, and they can understand these commonly used human scripts.

The items listed on the note were all common materials that weren't too expensive, and there were no outrageous requirements, so I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Sir Murphy is not a real dragon after all, and he is not so petty as to want to pursue their offense.

If it were a real dragon being called a "commodity" or a "pet," it would probably fly away.

He immediately smiled apologetically and said, "You can pick up your goods the day after tomorrow—no, tomorrow. I'll expedite the delivery tonight. Please accept this card as well. Happy shopping!"

After saying that, the lizardman leader stopped stopping Murphy and Sylph who was following behind him.

It strode quickly to the gate, lifted the thick wooden railing, and then stepped aside, standing with its hands at its sides.

The other lizardmen quickly followed suit, lining up one by one on both sides, heads bowed, watching the two leave.

Sylph stared blankly at the whole scene, her mind still a complete mess. It wasn't until she was quite a distance from the gatehouse that she finally came to her senses and asked, her face full of astonishment, "Mr. Murphy, what's going on? Why are they treating you like this? You're not really a dragon—"

"no."

Murphy didn't offer much explanation, simply uttering two words to neatly end the conversation.

The main aisle of the market stretched out before them, with stalls lined both sides, their signs displaying a variety of styles.

A signpost standing at a fork in the road is covered with dense text and arrows, indicating the directions to different areas.

Murphy looked up at the sign to confirm the direction, then started walking in.

Seeing this, Sylph quickly jogged after her.