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Ron ultimately didn't do anything to them; he still had business to do.

Don't let money cloud your judgment.

That evening, Ron took the money and went out.

Passing by Longbao, he reined in his horse and stopped to look around for a while.

Dragon Castle was completed a year ago. It is located next to the Royal Palace and is a stand-alone stone building.

Despite being called a "fortress," it's more like an enlarged version of a dragon's nest, consisting of only a few huge domed buildings connected together, with an enormous space inside.

At the highest point was an open-air platform, specifically for Margaret to sunbathe.

The exterior walls are made of grayish-white granite, each piece of which is polished smooth and has silver metal wires embedded in the gaps.

That's a sealant mixed with mithril, which is said to make buildings stronger and able to withstand magical attacks.

When Ron first heard about this design, his lips twitched for a long time.

Why would you need to protect a dragon's lair from magic attacks?

Margaret moved in a while ago and now spends most of her time here.

Ron dismounted and walked up the stone steps.

Two maids stood at the entrance of Dragon Castle. They bowed when they saw Ron.

"Grand Duke".

"Where is she?"

"Sleeping on the top floor."

Ron nodded and went inside.

The first floor is a huge hot spring pool, filled with steam and shimmering with a faint mist under the light of the magic lamps.

Margaret would go in for a soak every now and then, supposedly to make her scales shinier—that's what she said herself, though Ron wasn't sure if it was true.

Ron didn't linger and went straight to the top floor to find Margaret.

She lay prone in the pile of gold coins.

It was called a pile of gold coins, but it was actually mixed with a large number of silver and copper coins, forming a crooked little mountain.

She was lying inside.

The key point is that there wasn't a single crystal core or gemstone in that pile of "treasure".

Ron stood at the top of the stairs, watching this scene, and paused for a moment.

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A sudden wave of guilt washed over him.

Margaret has had a tough time these past two years.

Ron ran off with all the money, and afterwards he was busy killing monsters and collecting crystal cores every day just to replenish his reserves.

She hasn't slept with the crystal core in her arms for two years.

The key point is that she still firmly believes in that investment.

It was mainly Ron's fault for doing such a good job of faking it. He even built a bank in Silver City and hired a large group of people to act every day.

People were coming and going, and the business seemed to be thriving. As the act continued, Margaret began to believe it.

She also had her own logic to convince herself.

We have connections, channels, and a good flow of people, so there's no reason for us to lose money. It must be a technical adjustment.

As long as she doesn't sell, she won't lose money.

Continue buying at the bottom!

He's been copying for two years now, and he's so broke he has to sleep on copper coins.

Ron couldn't bear to keep lying to her, so he came to her rescue as soon as he had the money.

"Longlong, wake up! Our investment has finally paid off!"

I've come to deliver your earnings.

Margaret's eyes snapped open.

She looked up from the pile of gold coins, and the pile of copper coins tumbled off her and rolled all over the ground.

His blue pupils shone like two lamps in the night, staring straight at Ron.

Ron took out the crystal cores he had recently stored and those he had earned from the auction from his spatial bracelet and placed them in front of her.

One pile, two piles, three piles...

I saw a pile of shiny, precious treasures in front of me.

Her eyes instantly turned bloodshot:

"Did you break even?"

"We broke even!!"

Then--

A deafening dragon roar erupted from the top floor of Dragon Castle, its sound waves spreading in all directions.

The entire city of Silver was alarmed.

Margaret looked up to the sky and roared, one dragon's cry after another, as if to release all the grievances and hardships accumulated over the past two years.

Ron covered his ears and looked at her.

I've made up my mind that I'd rather die than reveal the truth.

It took Margaret a long time to calm down.

He lowered his head, staring at the pile of crystal cores, his nostrils flaring as he took a deep breath. His blue eyes were filled with satisfaction and pride.

"I knew I wasn't mistaken." Her voice returned to calm, but the tip of her tail was swaying slightly, betraying her inner excitement.

"I still have a good eye."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Ron chimed in.

"I want to continue investing!!!"

Margaret resolutely pushed the crystal core back to Ron, then rummaged through the pile of copper coins beneath her and pulled out a small bag, which she then scooped over with her paw.

The bag contained the crystal cores she had hunted over the past few days. Although there weren't many, they were all fresh and still warm.

Ron looked at the pile of crystal cores that had been pushed back in front of him, and then at Margaret's determined eyes.

A bitter feeling welled up inside me:

"It's over, this child is beyond saving!!!"