Chapter 130: The Poor One Is You — Don't Drag Us In

At top speed, he stowed the carriage and the corpses into the Rest Palace, wiped away the traces on the ground, took everyone back inside, and Xiang Ange lay down on the ground again to play dead.

But inside the Rest Palace, everyone had already begun discussing how to divide the spoils.

Loser stared at the sword in Tie Leisi's hand, drooling nonstop.

"Tsk tsk, look at this material, look at this craftsmanship, look at this gemstone, look at this magic inscription, and look again at this rune, tsk tsk, too beautiful." Loser truly hated himself for not studying properly, unable to come up with a single good adjective.

Lord Nai Ge Li Si poked his head over for a look: "Dragon-grain steel core, mithril filigree, magic-inscription, clay-covered forging, gemstone-augmented, piercing-enchanted two-handed sword — not bad at all."

"Pfft! What are you saying?!" Loser spurted blood — why was it that every single word Lord Nai Ge Li Si said he recognized, but strung together he only understood 'two-handed sword.'

"I'm describing the forging craft of this sword. Look, dragon-grain steel as the main body, mithril filigree — these magic inscriptions aren't carved on, feel them, they all stand up in relief, all mithril thread. Clay-covered forging, look at this clay-covering pattern, wave-like, see it?"

"Gemstone augmentation — can you tell what gemstone this is? A wind-element gemstone. The very first slash will minimize wind-element interference to the utmost, giving high wind-breaking efficiency. There's also the piercing enchantment — outstanding against magical shields. Didn't you see it just now? That Sword Saint just now stabbed through two layers of a mage's shield in one thrust."

"Hiss… hiss… hiss…." As Lord Nai Ge Li Si spoke, Loser kept sucking in his breath: "Recognize it? I've never even heard of this kind of gemstone."

"Now do you know how poor you are?" Lord Nai Ge Li Si said with a laugh.

A native from a barren plane found it very hard to comprehend the extravagance of noble swordsmen from the Prime Material Plane. By Loser's understanding, what was so great about Prime Material Plane swordsmen — at most they ate ten beets in one sitting. He never imagined a single sword could be played with in so many ways.

"This, this, can you give it to me?" Loser twisted his fingers together, squirming shyly as he asked Seeing Ange.

Seeing Ange nodded.

Loser was overjoyed and shouted: "my lord, you're too good, I'll serve you to the death!"

Lord Nai Ge Li Si said with a smile: "Lucky little brat, this sword could be traded for a small city." Even the smallest city had over ten thousand people, with masonry walls — any place without walls and a population of ten thousand only deserved to be called a village or town.

No wonder Tie Leisi, despite a host of followers trying to block him, could fight a Great Mage to a mutual defeat. Many times, a rich man's strength isn't measured by himself, but by his equipment.

Picking up the mage's Blaze Ring, Lord Nai Ge Li Si tossed it straight to Seeing Ange: "Blaze Ring, can store one sixth-tier Blaze spell, just channel mana into it — especially suited for an infinite-mana monster like you."

Seeing Ange nodded, put the ring on his hand — but his finger bones had no flesh, so the ring slipped right in and fell off. In the end he had to wrap something around the finger bone before he could wear the ring securely.

"Magic-Suppressing Armor, can suppress damage from magical attacks — this size only Loser can wear." Armor was actually a troublesome thing, because it came in sizes; too big or too small and it just wouldn't fit.

Forcing it on sometimes not only failed to provide protection, but also affected the flexibility of movement. How many poor swordsmen, unable to buy armor that fit, got tangled in chain straps during battle and were then hacked to death by the enemy.

Loser took the armor over in high spirits, found a cloth to wipe it down, then put it on.

Lord Nai Ge Li Si regretfully looked at the damage on the chest: "Find a dwarven craftsman later to patch it up — just pry one gemstone off the armor and it'll be enough to fill this gap."

Loser froze for a moment, felt the damaged spot, and replied: "Your words remind me of a saying — milking the cow to feed the minotaur, self-sufficient."

"What nonsense is that." Lord Nai Ge Li Si cursed irritably, then picked up Xie He De's staff.

In terms of luxury, this staff was no less extravagant than Tie Leisi's longsword. Lord Nai Ge Li Si couldn't even be bothered to introduce it — there were just too many good things: "One staff, has augmentation effects, but you can't use it — what limits your magical power is your mana."

Seeing Ange nodded and said: "Give it to Fei Lin." Even if he could use it, Seeing Ange had no intention of switching — a staff couldn't cut grass, he still preferred his own scythe.

"Lucky that little kid — this staff is worth more than his shabby dungeon." As Lord Nai Ge Li Si spoke, he put the staff away, and along the way stripped off Xie He De's robe. This was also a good item, but it had a big hole stabbed through it — would need mending later.

Suddenly, Lord Nai Ge Li Si felt a sense of blandness — too many good things, introducing them one by one would take who knows how much space, and not a single one of them was something he could use. It was like painstakingly introducing blind dates for other dragons, and after all the introductions, only he himself was still single — truly boring.

Never mind, Lord Nai Ge Li Si couldn't be bothered to introduce things, and casually inventoried: "Fine longsword, fifty sets of armor, some damaged."

"Four sets of magic-goose-down Bedding, several single-person tents."

"One deluxe tent-carriage set, four carriages — one water cart, one cooking cart, one office-communications cart, uh, this one should be the maids' dedicated afternoon-tea cart, right?"

At this point in the inventory, Loser, Lightning, and Nai Aili's dragon souls couldn't help poking their heads over: "You mean — tents, a cart for carrying water, one for cooking, one for office work, and there's even a dedicated carriage for afternoon tea?"

Lord Nai Ge Li Si nodded.

The four fellows looked at each other, each seeing envy in the others' eyes, then cursed in unison: "Scumbags, wasteful."

"Anyone who didn't know would think they came for a picnic — and with this setup they still wanted to slay a dragon?" Loser said indignately. Back in the Resting Abyss, when he traveled, he relied entirely on his own two legs back and forth; tired, sleepy, windy — he'd just dig a hole and sleep. Where did he ever have so many fancy things — even afternoon tea had its own dedicated carriage.

"One magic-inscription-certified spatial belt, one spatial ring — also magic-inscription-certified. When there's a chance, find a spatial-system Great Mage and see if the certification inscription can be erased."

While inventorying, he sorted them by category — anything someone could use was filed directly under their name; things temporarily unusable were stored away.

Very quickly, the inventory reached that deluxe carriage bearing the rose emblem.

Pushing open the carriage door for a look inside, Loser and Lightning both let out a startled "Wah!" — from the outside the carriage was only two meters wide and three meters long, but the interior actually had an area of about thirty-something square meters, and the decor was extraordinarily luxurious, dazzling with Jin Guang.

A comfortable cool breeze rushed out, bringing Loser and Lightning a chill straight to the bone.

Loser couldn't help sighing: "These nobles and mages of the Prime Material Plane really are far richer than us."

"Wait a moment — far richer than you, don't drag us into it." Lord Nai Ge Li Si hurriedly distanced himself.

Loser froze for a beat, looking Lord Nai Ge Li Si up and down a few times in disbelief.

"Heh, you don't believe it? Do you know how valuable every blade of grass, every tree, every stone, every archway here is?"

"Everflow Spring Stone — priceless, no market. Soul-Timber Wood — several hundred magic crystals per jin, and there are several thousand tons of it here. That archway is a spatial gate — tens of millions of magic crystals each, and there are several here. Even the farm's barrier is artifact-grade, priceless on the market."

Speaking of the farm, Seeing Ange tilted his head, pointed at the farm, and asked: "You know it?"

"Of course I know it — Eternal Mirror-Image Barrier. A piece of the Prime Material Plane is cut off and mirror-projected here. Aren't you curious why within the farm's range there's always sunlight, always life, always change? Without this barrier, the Rest Palace simply couldn't grow anything."

After saying this, Lord Nai Ge Li Si sighed again: "This is an artifact-grade barrier, and the monarch actually used it to let you guys grow vegetables — truly a spendthrift. Honestly, any single thing here taken out to the Prime Material Plane would cause a frenzy of looting. Even that Breathing Soil lying all over the ground is a treasure for alchemists and potion-makers — selling just a little of it would make one richer than these fellows."

After all that talk, Loser only understood 'artifact-grade barrier,' and said somewhat unconvinced: "These all belong to my lord, what's it got to do with you — you're just as poor as us."

"Heh, do you know what this is?" Inside the Rest Palace, Lord Nai Ge Li Si's true body was the Tome of Bronze. It flipped its pages a few times and said: "Tome of Bronze — an artifact that seals deities. Just this book alone — how much do you think it's worth?"

Loser was rendered speechless. He wanted to talk tough but had no confidence — something that could seal deities, even if the deity sealed inside wasn't worth much, the book itself was surely worth a fortune.

Lightning said lightly: "You're also my lord's."

Absolute kill — it was Lord Nai Ge Li Si's turn to spit blood.

At that very moment, Seeing Ange suddenly sensed something and immediately switched his consciousness back out.

In the distance, a burst of hoofbeats came from the horizon — a silver figure flapping its wings desperately, advancing at high speed. Behind it, Gai La De rode a unicorn in relentless pursuit; with every step of the unicorn, a burst of electric light exploded, emitting a crisp, thunderous roar.

But four legs, even running through the air, couldn't catch up to wings — the silver figure flew farther and farther away.

Just then, a female mage suddenly appeared in front of the silver dragon, swinging a giant staff seven or eight meters long and as wide as a door panel, sweeping it across.

The silver dragon You Lan Da's face went white with fright. She threw her neck high, then violently beat her wings and tucked in her belly, forcibly hauling herself up half a body-length, barely dodging the female mage's staff.

But she still got grazed — three or four scales were peeled off, and two more stood up on edge, like a chipped fingernail, painful just to look at.

You Lan Da let out a miserable shriek and opened her mouth to spew a blast of dragon breath.

Before the dragon breath could reach her, the female mage had already vanished, and when she reappeared, she was already above Yolanda's head, her massive staff slamming down on Yolanda's back, nearly knocking the breath right out of it.

Yolanda struggled with a roll, trying to shake the female mage off, but suddenly felt a sharp pain on its back. Glancing sideways, it saw the female mage pressing one end of her staff against its back.

"Nim a ma lam lu bo na ha lu si ye la ma!" The incantation came out as clear as chunks of stone, spewing from the female mage's mouth and battering Yolanda into a dizzy, throbbing daze.

"Seal!" The final loud shout served as the conclusion. Yolanda suddenly felt the world spin; no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't steady itself. While spinning, it also noticed—why was the enemy's body getting bigger and bigger?

This wasn't an illusion, because by the end of the spin, Yolanda had been grabbed by the female mage with one hand.

"How did she get so big? What kind of magic is this!?" Yolanda's heart and mind both trembled, disbelieving and terrified beyond measure, but it had not the slightest intention of admitting defeat, opening its mouth to spew a blast of dragon breath at the enemy's hand.

But all that came out was a small flame, like a hiccup, vanishing the instant it left its mouth.

"It's not that she got bigger—I've been shrunk by her? How is that possible!" Yolanda roared in disbelief inside its heart.

Gai La De, who had chased over from afar, saw even more clearly. She saw the female mage press her thick staff against the silver dragon's back, and then the staff erupted with an intense magical reaction, warping the light across the entire space.

Then she saw the silver dragon shrink, and shrink, and shrink again, until it was grabbed in the female mage's hand.

"This is…." Gai La De didn't even know what to say. Knocking down a silver dragon wasn't hard—Gai La De could do it too. This silver dragon was only a thousand years old; dragon age is counted from the egg—five hundred years in the egg, five hundred years after hatching, that makes a thousand.

A silver dragon that's only been hatched for five hundred years, its strength is just so-so. Knocking it down is easy, but sealing it is hard—dragons have too high a magic resistance.

From this, one can see the strength of this self-styled Spatial Mage, the acrophobic female mage.

Gai La De rode her unicorn up beside the female mage. At this moment, the female mage was teasing the silver dragon—the shrunken silver dragon was about the size of a pet chameleon, small enough to be held in one hand, while the other hand went to tease it.

Gai La De asked curiously, "When you fight, aren't you afraid of heights?"

The female mage shuddered all over, as if Gai La De's words had reminded her, and instinctively looked down at the ground. Almost instantly, she let out a scream, her legs went weak, and she plopped down onto her staff, legs wrapped around it, arms wrapped around it, eyes tightly shut: "Aaaaaah!!!"

With every scream, both she and her staff would vanish and reappear, vanish and reappear, dropping little by little toward the ground. Only when her feet touched solid ground did the female mage stop screaming, lying flat on her back on the ground in lingering fright: "Phew, that scared me to death."

"You're so afraid of heights—how did you ever learn to fly?" Gai La De came to her side and asked, puzzled.

"I have an illusion beast pet. When I fly, it creates an illusion of the ground, making me think I'm flying close to the ground. That's how I learned," the female mage said.

"Then why aren't you bringing your pet with you now?" Gai La De asked.

The female mage gave a shy smile: "My mental power is stronger now, it can't affect me anymore."

Stronger? It's downright perverted. Are all human mages at this level?

The female mage laboriously hoisted her thick staff, planted it on the ground, and asked Gai La De: "Queen, Your Majesty, would you like me to give you a lift?"

"Sure." Gai La De thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Come closer." After Gai La De was in position, the spot where the staff was planted first expanded into a phantom staff, then a second one opened, layered atop the first, then a fourth, one after another—six layers of phantom magic circles stacked together. Once prepared, they all slammed into the ground at once.

A fierce flash of light burst forth, swallowing both Gai La De and the female mage in an instant. When the glare faded, the two people and one horse had all vanished without a trace.

After a short while, a skeleton sprang up at the oasis location and scurried off toward a distant sand dune. After some searching, it picked up two glinting silver scales from the sand.

In the Palace of Rest, two large vats were filled with essence liquid. A yellow and a silver dragon hatchling gradually took shape. Lord Nai Ge Li Si looked at the silver hatchling and said with a wicked sense of humor: "One day, when Yolanda suddenly sees a blood-related hatchling that looks exactly like itself, will it go crazy?"