Chapter 601 - I Beg You
Chapter 601 I Beg You
The Wetland City was still very lively in the early morning.
Maromatha had dark circles under her eyes that looked like smokey makeup. She returned to the community of the werecats and found a few elders who were in a meeting.
She walked in without any hesitation and sat among them.
As the daughter of the last clan chief and as the only Mage in the clan, Maromatha’s position in the clan was quite high.
Otherwise, she couldn’t have persuaded almost all the werecats to come with her to this human city.
“Matha, you’re back. How’s the intel gathering?” asked a certain tiger-skinned werecat elder.
The other werecats looked at Maromatha with expectant eyes.
They were also curious to know the situation in Wetlands City now, and how they were treating the werecats. The Golden Sons near Tebesia before had been good to them.
So good that they almost suspected they were in a dream.
“Just like before.” Maromatha gave a thumbs up. “And the city is full of energy and unknowns, the food here is delicious as hell, the people are all kind—they’ll even treat us like we’re their masters.”
“Oh, this is the kingdom of heaven.”
“The cat god has finally heard our wishes.”
“The Golden Sons have treated us so well, it seems we are indeed their masters.”
The werecat elders were moved to tears; some of them were even too emotional to cry. At last, the bitterness is over; there was nothing wrong with hundreds or thousands of years of worshipping the cat god.
We must continue to worship the cat god in the future.
But in reality… there was no such thing as a cat god.
The most powerful feline creature in all the realms was a Legendary red dragon tigerman. It was the product of the mating of a certain red dragon in rut and the head female cold white tiger magical beast.
And this tigerman was over four hundred years old—very old-and probably wouldn’t live much longer. “So, how are we going to interact with the Golden Sons from now on?” a practical elder asked. “The same as before?”
Maromatha laughed. “Just like before. I can announce that this city will be the paradise of us werecats, a paradise where we can live happily forever.”
“Meow!”
The group of elders jumped up and down in excitement, tumbling over and over.
The werecats moving into Wetland City had caused a huge commotion in the player community.
A large number of cat lovers made a mad dash for Wetland City.
There were also a large number of catgirl lovers who panted and shrieked their way to Wetland City.
Roland, on the other hand, continued to deal with the corpse of the white dragon.
Dragon skin and dragon bones were two things that Roland could digest on his own.
But the dragon meat… was too much, really too much.
He was almost too busy to do it alone, and besides, it was too wasteful to use ordinary cooking methods for dragon meat.
So Roland had no choice but to seek out the Red Magic Tower.
The Great Elder was still handling affairs; the demise of the Spatial Magic Tower had brought great benefits to the Red Magic Tower.
For example, the few finest spell models of the Spatial Magic Tower.
Mage’s Disjunction, Mystra’s Mansion, the Sword of Mystra, and so on.
As soon as Roland appeared in front of Great Elder Alfred, the latter immediately took out the two spell models from the drawer.
“Here you go, the promised Mage’s Disjunction and Sword of Mystra.” The Great Elder smiled quite happily. The Red Magic Tower had been eyeing these top-level spells for a long time.
Now that they could get their hands on them, they were naturally happy as could be.
As for the friendship with the Spatial Magic Tower… there were only eternal interests and no such thing as eternal friendship.
Besides, the difference between the several major Magic Towers was just a few of the top spell models. Now the Red Magic Tower had, so to speak, obtained the essence of the Spatial Magic Tower.
In the future, it would be the strongest Magic Tower with dual schools in evoking and spatial magic
Roland didn’t check either and stored the two models directly into his Backpack.
The Red Magic Tower wouldn’t be so bad as to cheat him in such a place.
After that, he said, “Great Elder, I would like to know what kind of price to pay for the alchemy technique of handling the meat of the top magical beasts.”
“Top-grade magical beast meat?” Alfred laughed heartily. “What kind of magical beast’s meat? Can I know?”
Roland shrugged. “Can I say it’s a trade secret?”
“It’s the white dragon, right?” Alfred stopped marking the political affairs. He reclined in his chair and looked at his student with a smirk. “The fact that the white dragon that often attacked Tebesia was raised by them, many of us know that actually.”
Roland was expressionless.
Alfred continued. “That white dragon is a Legend and flies fast, and you guys actually managed to kill it… Queen Andonara?”
Roland still had no expression.
“Dragon skin, dragon bones, dragon meat, dragon heart, and so on are all top quality materials.” Alfred smiled. “Dragon skin and dragon bones you can handle, dragon heart you can let your woman slowly eat, but dragon meat… twenty or thirty tons of dragon meat is not good to deal with, right?”
Roland snickered. “As expected of the Great Elder.”
This was an implicit admission.
Alfred laughed. “I can give you the recipe of Dragon Meat Reagent, and even send fifty alchemists to specifically help you deal with dragon meat for basic activation and preservation measures, but I also have a request, I want five tons of dragon meat, and a friendly price of one hundred gold coins per ton, okay?”
“Well…” Roland was deliberating.
Five tons was not a small amount, and this amount of gold coins was a bit too little. “Dragon Meat Reagent is a top-notch reagent, and the recipe is precious enough that it wouldn’t even be passed on if one didn’t have an extremely high contribution to the Magic Tower. So, I need three tons of dragon meat to shush the Council of Elders.
“Another ton of dragon meat to pay for the labor of fifty alchemists. The last ton of dragon meat is the price of five hundred gold coins,” Alfred explained. “But on the account, I can’t write it like that. The Red Magic Tower asks its students for some dragon meat and actually asks for that much; if word gets out, the other Magic Towers will laugh at us, so on the account, it has to be at five tons of one hundred gold coins, got it?” Roland understood.
It was just false accounting.
Roland understood and nodded. “Deal.”
“Deal.” Alfred was also quite happy.
With five tons of dragon meat, he could do a lot of things.
It could even be used to expand his influence.
The following days were quite busy.
Handling the dragon corpse, learning the making of Dragon Meat Reagent, teleporting those fifty alchemists next to the underground dragon corpse, and then learning the unique experiences of creating alchemical potions with them.
It took Roland nearly seventeen days to completely deal with one dragon corpse.
And that was with the help of fifty alchemists.
If he worked alone, he reckoned he wouldn’t be able to do it in a year.
On the game forums, the fervor around the werecats was just dying down, and then a message set the whole forum off again.
Or rather detonated the entire community of players.
Top talent potion for sale, Dragon Meat Reagent.
This post was made by Roland and it got a lot of attention as soon as it came out, and what was even more intriguing was the title.
Talent potions!
Players clicked in one after another.
There wasn’t much in the post, just a few pictures of potions that glittered and glowed green, looking sort of pretty. There wasn’t much text content either.
The post content: “Top Dragon Meat Reagent. According to the individual profession and different attributes, the effect after use is also different, from improving the upper limit of the character to increasing the character talent, all that may be possible. Ten gold coins for this reagent. Interested parties please go to Delpon to discuss with Queen Andonara. Also, there is no guarantee of the effect of the Dragon Meat Reagent—the level of ability obtained after using it, the strength of the talent-everything is random.
What came next, naturally, were the players’ replies.
“Ten gold coins, 160,000 RMB, Roland’s thinking about money like crazy.”
“And to say that this game is not a cash game. This tube of reagent can buy three virtual cabins.”
“Upstairs, what the hell are you thinking. I’ll pay 200,000 to buy three virtual cabins.”
“I’m a casual and have no money for potions? Any kind-hearted people willing to pay?”
“You’re a casual, what the hell do you need battle power for, don’t drink potions. Just go screw your widow.”
“Money’s ready, leaving immediately.”
“Damn, why does Roland always find a way to make big money. It takes me two or three months to go on a long business trip, and it’s less than five gold coins of net profit.”
“Does anyone want to go robbing with me?”
“Upstairs, I think you have a problem.”
Roland not only posted an announcement about the dragon meat reagent on the player forum…
He even had First Princess Stephanie bring ten bottles of Dragon Meat Reagent to the capital of Fareins.
After giving a bottle to the king, Stephanie held an auction banquet.
After they heard the effects of the Dragon Meat Reagent, the nobles attending the party went crazy.
The price of a reagent went straight from the starting price of ten gold coins to twenty-three gold coins.
It had more than doubled.
This instantly made Stephanie a wealthy woman.
These potions were the labor fee that Roland had given to Stephanie to use on his behalf to open up the market in Fareins.
As for the dragon armor, dragon bones, and dragon heart, all these things were stored away by Roland
Especially the dragon heart-every day for breakfast, Roland would cut a slice, fry it up, and eat it with Andonara.
The effect was clear. Andonara’s stamina was higher.
As for Roland, his max health increased continuously.
Every time he ate a piece, it added anywhere from 3 to 5.
Roland estimated that after eating this dragon heart, his health cap could stack up to over 500.
That was almost the health limit of the teenage dragon.
Meanwhile, in the city of Delpon, a group of Golden Sons came in a hurry.
One group of them went straight to Douglas.
At this moment, Douglas was pouring a bottle of Dragon Meat Reagent into his mouth.
Across from him sat the chairman of Cornucopia, eyeing the Dragon Meat Reagent in his hand.
Douglas finished drinking and let out a long sigh as he closed his eyes for a moment before saying, “Finally some effect.”
“How many bottles have you had?”
“Five bottles. The first bottle added a skill, the second bottle added some agility, the third and fourth bottle had no effect, and this bottle finally added some strength.” Douglas sighed. “I guess it won’t work if I drink it again after that.”
“Help me,” said the old acquaintance subserviently, “I beg you.”