Chapter 49: Dragon Blood and Dragon Blood

Luge ran faster and faster, climbed up to fill in the soil pit, then left the valley.

He didn't know what level of Wizard would come to retrieve the Wingless Monster Dragon, nor when or by what means the other party would arrive here, nor whether the other party's disposition and temper were good or bad, so slipping away was for the best. After all, there was one thing he could be certain of: anyone who came would absolutely be stronger than him right now.

In the Wingless Monster Dragon monitoring levels marked on the metal plate, this kind of Aberrant Dragon that explicitly wrote the target was not weak compared to Pure-Blood Dragon Species, and was even stronger than most Pure-Blood Dragon Species of the same period, had actually nearly fallen to the lowest tier, only rated as a second-to-last level monitoring target. This spoke to the powerful upper limit of Dragon-kind lifeforms, and also spoke to the power of the Aberrant Dragon Management Association.

The peculiar monitoring that required no personnel to guard — each time it ran, it either encountered rule-followers who took Dragon Blood and reported it, or ran into greedy ones who struck directly with black hands, or was completely undisturbed, encountered no one, and slowly died in its sleep. Presumably ordinary stubborn cowardly dragons, caught back twice, would become obedient.

He recalled the Gray Long Neck Saint Lord's mockery of Tu Ya; when he heard that a Kobold King had emerged from the Red Horn Tribe and even vowed to deal with Wizards, this giant snake covered in new and old wounds couldn't stop raising its head and laughing loudly. It seemed this giant snake knew a lot, had a certain understanding of Wizards, and must have stayed by a Wizard's side for a not-short period of time.

Luge looked at the Dragon Blood that was about to occupy half the Abyssal Bedroom, and his feet moved even faster.

The Secret Technique Mark he left behind would also, for the first time, intrude into the true Wizard World.

He strode in rapid movement, under the buff of two Spells, feeling for the first time that running could be this refreshing, as if it had a mood-regulating effect — light as a swallow yet steady and powerful, every step leaped out was a kind of enjoyment; all the rock walls and stones along the way became footholds for his rapid sprinting, and although still not comparable to Ba'angte, he was already very content.

He went directly to Old Gold Tooth's residence.

Aijin and Dasha were both absent; only the Old Kobold was quietly and carefully observing his own Glowing Bean Sprouts.

Looking at these things that would take his life, the Old Kobold seemed very satisfied, sighing from time to time, or muttering a few words to himself in a low voice.

Luge came to his side, looking at Old Gold Tooth.

"You've come, no need to busy yourself; you don't belong here, and you needn't do dangerous things for an Old Dog Head like me who only tells stories. Also tell Aijin: she's not that clever yet, don't waste effort running around blindly; she only listens to you. That thing that popped out of your hand last time was a Spell, right? Just focus on your own business……"

Old Gold Tooth spoke slowly, not even turning his head.

Luge thought for a moment, opened the Abyssal Bedroom door, went in and dug out a small water pit, then used Freezing Earth to simply isolate the Dragon Blood's permeation; in fact, most of the ground inside the space had already been soaked through by Dragon Blood. Thus divided into three: the originally built large pool, the temporary small pool, and those left to flow freely — among them, the large pool's contents were the cleanest.

Luge walked out of the Spatial Door, seeing Old Gold Tooth staring this way with his mouth agape in shock.

"Today I'll also show you something you've never seen before."

He spoke, grabbing Old Gold Tooth with one hand, while doing his utmost to avoid touching those Light Silk that grew like bean sprouts.

Upon touching Old Gold Tooth, a Secret Technique Mark was also quietly left behind — this was to prevent the Old Kobold from having any problems, such as turning into a mindless monster running wild; it would also make finding him more convenient.

"I said you're different, you don't belong here; I guessed you're a powerful Spellcaster, even more formidable than those Pointed Ears……"

The Old Dog Head was pulled into the miraculous space and exclaimed in continuous admiration, as if his eyes weren't enough, turning his head non-stop in all directions.

When Old Gold Tooth saw the Dragon Blood, his voice came to an abrupt halt.

"Come, today is a day suitable for bathing."

Luge supported the Old Gold Tooth who could barely walk, and dragged him to the temporarily dug small pool.

"This, this is——" Old Gold Tooth looked at the Dragon Blood in the pool, sensing that peculiar, pressing Breath.

Luge, meanwhile, took the opportunity to look at those Light Silk on his body; after entering here, these Light Silk were obviously no longer that active, but under Spiritual Power perception, the feeling wasn't that they were withering either.

"Yes, exactly as you think; these are all yours — bathe in them or drink them dry, I have no objection; in fact, I'd be delighted to see it, that would be an even more impactful scene."

Luge spoke, and with a thought, closed the Spatial Door not far behind him.

The Abyssal Bedroom thoroughly became a sealed space.

He released his supporting hand.

Old Gold Tooth's figure swayed, and he also came back to his senses; the Old Kobold looked at him, then at the Dragon Blood pool, and in disbelief lowered his body, actually lying prone at the pool's edge and carefully extending his head to take a shallow sip.

This action was something Luge hadn't expected, but he just stood quietly to the side watching.

No urging.

Old Gold Tooth grinned wide, his incredulous expression never changing; only from within it brewed increasingly thick joy and excitement, as if no matter how his emotions changed, they couldn't pierce that deep-rooted stubbornness in a Kobold's heart — even a clever Old Kobold couldn't do it.

Looking at it this way, that Kobold King of the Red Horn Tribe really was a very peculiar Kobold, Luge thought.

After Old Gold Tooth's nearly three-kneels-nine-bows frenzied actions, he drank until his face was covered in blood, and finally stepped into the Dragon Blood pool.

In fact, the Old Kobold's transformation had already occurred the moment he drank the first mouthful of Dragon Blood — just as his abnormally steady footsteps when he finally stepped into the blood pool, as if he had returned to his youth.

The Old Dog Head's build wasn't much larger than Luge's; the temporary blood pool's size was made according to this build — only to see Old Gold Tooth lie inside, his entire Kobold body submerged in Dragon Blood; the not-deep blood pool swallowed his figure in the blink of an eye, only gurgling bubbles turning over on the surface.

Luge waited with peace of mind; those Light Silk growing on the Old Dog Head, after drinking Dragon Blood, seemed to grow even more luxuriantly.

So Old Gold Tooth was a very special individual case.

He simply organized that Storage Bag which had been set aside due to busyness, and had also been kept as a surprise.

Food, Fireball Technique books and research Notes, some Clothes — his hand paused, and he actually saw a Diary; this thing was his favorite, and it was a Diary written by someone he had killed, looking like it had a unique flavor.

He couldn't be bothered to inventory the other things; now wasn't suitable for sorting and categorizing either; he directly took out the Diary, held it in hand, and flipped through it.

This was a Diary that only started being written from the Apprentice middle stage.

Flipping open two pages at random, the first sentence that met his eyes made Luge freeze.

——Silent Day, mood irritable, the stagnant Road is about to open, but that Cunning Pseudo-Dragon with Red Dragon Bloodline deceived me, deceived a Wizard Apprentice who would surely have a great future; it can already be confirmed that the so-called Dragon Heart Blood is merely the fabrication of third-rate storybooks, fundamentally nothing special at all.

(Chapter End)