Chapter 77 The message left by the golden dragon

"Also, don't come again. We don't have that many things to satisfy your appetite."

The golden dragon was almost kicked out of the trading post by Ron. Regarding the metal dragon, and it was still on his own territory, Ron had no intention of being cautious or flattering.

Not to mention that this golden lizard said it so unpleasantly! What does it mean that he can stop any process here, or is it for their own good? !

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To prevent darkness in this land?

At least an adult golden dragon came up here and beat up a black dragon kid until he had to believe in Bahamut; lived here to eat his food, drink his food, and scare a goblin?

With such skill and ability, how about you go and fight the serious darkness to the death? What the hell are you talking about?

"If you don't listen to the words of the Dragon Clan, you will suffer losses in front of you..." Jin Long has a good temper. When Ron kicked him out, he didn't have any intention of resisting except for mumbling.

"Human, you must remember what I said, otherwise you will regret it the day darkness falls -"

"Bang!" Ron closed the trading post door.

"Neuropathy!"

"Benefactor, are you sure you don't want to listen to his opinion?" Seymour asked cautiously, "Generally speaking, powerful creatures like this naturally have their own news channels, and this is especially true for creatures like dragons."

"That's not a reason why he can leave me here to play riddles!" Ron poured himself a glass of water, "Didn't you listen to what I just asked? Why should I trust him if he won't tell me anything?"

"If the truth can be revealed, let alone a golden dragon, I would consider cooperating with him even if he is a cultist who believes in Tiamat! 'You have no right to reveal', but you want the right to interfere with us? Be his Spring and Autumn Great Master Dream!"

"He doesn't take us seriously, it's obvious," Victoria shrugged. "The Rose that Seymour and the other drow believe in is almost the same way. Powerful creatures are probably like this."

"That guy named Olek hasn't sat in Rose's seat yet," Sylvia crossed her shoulders. She could understand part of the golden dragon's name, but only part of it, "Benefactor, do we want to Let’s just do the opposite, show him what we can do, and slap him in the face!”

"No," Ron waved his hand, "Why do you think I kept asking him just now? It's because what that guy said was indeed the truth."

"So I had to figure out the specific details, such as what exactly we were facing, and how far we would expand before we were in danger - but he actually refused to say anything!"

"That's why I drove him away!"

"The strange thing is that the paladin named Devin Booker obviously has no concerns in this regard," Ivy frowned, "He easily explained that there are elemental creatures, at least water djinn, here. ”

"Why is this golden dragon so hesitant?"

"It's possible that he knows a more powerful existence," Bunni said, "but is it really enough to make him fear this much?"

"I don't think he's afraid," Sera snorted from her nostrils, "He just wants to control us! Drive us!"

"Maybe he is the mastermind behind the scenes... Uh-huh!"

Several people standing next to Sera covered her big mouth in a hurry. They didn't want to say this randomly!

Metal dragons have always been outstanding representatives of justice, order, kindness and fairness. It would be okay if Sera just said it casually, but what if it was true? ! Is this golden dragon corrupted? !

If this spreads out, it will definitely cause an uproar, and it must not be said casually!

"Anyway, we have to beware of this possible situation." Ron sighed. This kind of development was definitely the last thing he wanted to see.

"What is our current policy?" Sylvia asked, "Slow down development until the problem is found?"

"No, because I suspect that Golden Dragon has a very different view of our abilities and time," Ron pointed at the people present, "It's just us, plus the outsiders, who want to develop into an empire town. When should we go? There is no need to slow down, just carry on as usual.”

"Furthermore, 'slowing down development to find problems' itself is a false proposition. Our main scope of activities is still limited by the location of the trading post. How can we find real problems on the edge of a delusional place?"

"Okay, let's hide here and think about nothing now." Finally, Ron yawned and waved his hands casually, "Everyone, let's go and have a rest first. We'll be here again after dinner tomorrow or today. Gather, I have an idea to tell you."

Watching everyone go back to rest in twos and threes, Ron walked to where the golden dragon was sitting, forced away his sleepiness, and began to search carefully inside and out.

As the most powerful and majestic metal dragon, the golden dragon is always ready to fight against evil. It is also respected by other metal dragons for its wisdom and justice. As a golden dragon that was at least an adult, Ron felt that the other party should not be the Riddler he had just shown himself to be.

Judging from other readings he had read in his previous life, these guys would be willing to negotiate openly and honestly even when faced with real evil. Is it harder for him, Ron, to understand what the golden dragon said than those beings?

"Ah...ha!"

Sure enough, when Ron picked up the cup that the golden dragon had just used, he actually made a discovery:

A hard golden scale was deeply embedded in the handle of the cup. The power of the golden dragon was so strong and exquisite that it could make the scale almost completely sink into the handle without damaging the overall structure of the cup.

This was definitely not an unintentional act of the other party, even if the other party had a skin disease and the scales fell off.

However, it was embedded so deeply, how could he take it out? Could he only break the cup?

The golden dragon certainly didn't want too many people to know, so he deliberately left the message in this way, and Ron had to rely on himself - that was the only way to break it.

After a crisp sound, Ron picked up the fragments on the ground with a distressed look, then sandwiched the golden dragon scale in the weaving preface, and carefully went back to his bedroom.

And when he opened the spell book, the message attached to the scale by magic had been automatically printed on several blank pages, and it kept becoming fainter and fainter. It was obvious that this was the work of the golden dragon.

Ron looked up at the first line: "I'm sorry I can't reveal the details, so I can only tell you a story about the country that once existed here."

Ron: "That's why I hate the Riddler!"