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The next morning, Ron got up after his morning exercise.

Lilith followed behind Ron with a radiant smile, her clothes and luggage all packed in Ron's spatial bracelet.

The ship was anchored in the harbor, and the sailors were already busy on deck. Captain Marco stood at the bow, directing them to load supplies onto the ship: fresh water, dry rations, spare canvas, and several bundles of rope.

The sea was calm, and the morning light spread from the east, turning the pier into a pale gold.

Once everything was ready, the sailors lowered the sails, and the ship sailed out of the harbor in the morning mist.

It was still a bit chilly on the sea in the early morning, and the sea breeze made Lilith shiver.

She was wearing a light pink dress, her hair was tied in a ponytail, and she was gazing at the sea with a somewhat weary look in her eyes.

Ron, seeing that she looked like she hadn't rested well, said softly:

"Go to your cabin and get some sleep. This trip will take a whole day and night."

Lilith reluctantly whined, "No~ I want to stay with Pigeon."

"Listen to me, go quickly. You need to rest to regain your energy."

"We still have to study art tonight," Ron said, his tone now carrying a hint of command.

Lilith didn't insist anymore, after all, she really couldn't handle playing cards all night.

The route was the same one they had taken before, and Captain Marco knew it well from the charts. The ship sailed northwest along the coastline, rounding several reefs before entering the open sea.

The ship sailed smoothly and the sea was calm. No unexpected situations were encountered.

After a day and a night, we finally arrived at our destination.

Ron walked to the bow of the ship and saw the outline of the island in the distance, as if he could see silver coins waving at him.

Little silver dragon, here I am again!!

The boat slowly approached and stopped in a small bay.

"You all wait on the ship," Ron said.

"I'll go up alone."

Lilith nodded but didn't follow. She leaned against the gunwale, looking at the island with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness in her eyes. Ron didn't say anything, jumped off the boat, and walked along the sand towards the island.

The woods were still so dense, and sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

He followed the same path as before, rounded the rock wall, and the silver dragon's figure appeared before him.

Her silvery-white scales gleamed coldly in the morning light. Her eyes were closed, her tail drooping gently beside the rock. Her breathing was slow and light, her chest rising and falling.

Margaret had already noticed Ron and his group's arrival, though she was already itching to get started.

But the shame of being a dragon prevented her from making a hasty gesture; she was currently lying on the boulder pretending to be asleep.

I tried hard to project an image of: "Hey! You're here, I just noticed..."

Actually, I've been itching to try it for a long time.

Since Ron left last time, she slept for two days to fully absorb the effects of the serum, and her growth rate was comparable to when she slept for a month.

For the remaining eight days, Margaret neither ate nor slept well. She counted down the days, waiting for Ron to arrive.

Ron saw her like this but didn't expose her, for he shouldn't have made things difficult for her!

"Wake up, hey! Look what I brought you," Ron said with a cheerful laugh.

Margaret pretended to be sleepy:

"Roar~ Roar..."

You're here! I overslept...

Ron didn't waste time chatting with her. He threw a bottle of the original liquid into the air, and a giant figure quickly passed by.

Margaret's faucet precisely caught the bottle, then she chewed up the undiluted liquid and the glass bottle together and swallowed it. She then wore an expression of pure bliss.

Mmm~ that's the taste.

Ron's action immediately broke Margaret's composure, and she could no longer maintain her previous calm facade.

When Margaret realized what she had done, a rare hint of embarrassment appeared on the dragon's face.

Ron naturally gave her a way out, otherwise if she got angry and headbutted him again, Ron would be left with a black eye and a swollen face.

"Haha! This is a gift for meeting you, my good friend."

Margaret immediately realized, "Yes! We're friends, this is a gift. I'm just so excited to see a friend, there's nothing shameful about it."

Yes! That's it.

Then she thought for a moment, took out a bunch of crystal cores from under her scales, picked and chose, found the smallest one, and handed it to Ron with a pained expression.

"Awoo~ woowoo."

This is a gift for you; we are friends.

Ron hadn't expected such an unexpected bonus; this little silver dragon had a hidden stash of gold!

The crystal cores glittered in the sunlight. Ron stared at the pile of crystal cores with shining eyes, but Margaret quickly put them away.

This is her little baby. She usually sleeps with him in her arms, and when she has nothing to do, she counts him over and over again.

Sunbathing and counting jewels was Margaret's favorite thing to do.

Ron examined the crystal core that Margaret had given him; it was a first-tier magical beast level.

Ron stopped teasing Margaret and focused on the important matter at hand. He took out more than a dozen bottles of the original solution from his spatial storage and communicated with Margaret.

It's the same model as last time: cash on delivery.

Margaret agreed without much thought and then flew away from the island.

Less than half an hour later, a small silvery dot appeared on the horizon again; Margaret had returned with her prey.

It was a level one sea beast. It wasn't dead yet, its tail thrashing wildly at the ground. Margaret grabbed its head with one paw and threw it in front of Ron.

Ron counted out three bottles of undiluted concentrate and handed them to Margaret. She didn't put them away; instead, she rolled her tongue and swallowed them.

After a minute or two, digestion was complete, and then the hunting continued.

And so it went, back and forth, all day long.

Each time Margaret flew back, she carried a magical beast in her claws: a mesmerizing sea serpent, a giant Dunkleosteus... and a gigantic octopus whose name Ron couldn't recall.

Later on, Margaret couldn't digest the undiluted liquid any longer, so she stuffed the entire bottle under the scales, intending to enjoy it slowly later.

Ron brought a lot of stock this time, but it couldn't withstand Margaret's constant redemption.

Fortunately, he could take advantage of Margaret's hunting trips to refine all the prey, which kept up with Margaret's hunting pace.

However, as night fell, Margaret's hunting trips became longer, sometimes taking one or two hours to return.

Ron watched as the original liquid accumulated more and more in his space.

Having calculated that it was about time, and not wanting her to accumulate too much stock, otherwise she would lose her patience, he called a halt to Margaret's hunt.

"Alright, alright, you've already replaced all the original solution I brought this time. I'll bring more next time."

Margaret hummed reluctantly, but did not refuse.

She stored a lot of the original solution this time, enough to drink for several days.

Ron said goodbye to Margaret and returned to the ship to rest, planning to come back the next day to discuss the silver mine with her.