Lesatos was very upset. The rational part told him that it was just the beginning, and the princess would get more than she lost. The emotional part told him that the life of the irrelevant people was ruined for hatred. The golden dragon buried his head in the gold coins and rubbed hard, and the noisy sounds were still constantly. He felt that he had signs of schizophrenia.

"It can't be like this."

He went to the lab and focused on his attention by making weapons and equipment.

Vramir walked in and was stunned when he saw the thing in Lesatos's hand. He asked, "Master, what are you doing?"

"Cold iron alloy human body armor, maximum additional +3 level enchantment, 20% acid damage reduction..." Lesatos answered like a sleepwalking.

Flamier said in a toothache, "Are you... sure?"

Lesatos came to his senses and looked down. The armor and helmet on his hand was octagonal, with one concave and one convex piece on his chest, and two more arms were installed.

"I thought you wanted to start a trade with Slime."

Jinlong was so angry that he threw the armor into a ball and threw it out from afar. He asked angrily: "What are you looking for me!"

The demon eyes shrank, "The Elf Princess brings that little ranger to seek medical treatment."

Druciliya Lesatos shook his head. "You are here to receive me. I don't want to see them, so I'm going out to purchase." Lesatos said that Lesatos flew out of the half plane.

Flamil rubbed his chin with his tentacles. The figure of the Golden Dragon seemed to have a illusion of running away no matter how he looked. The Demon Eye thought of a possibility and gasped.

"Did... the master develop love for the elves? This... is so sinful!"

Lesatos soared in the sky of Salaf. For the dragon, the airspace here was too narrow. When he climbed to a height of ten thousand meters, he could vaguely see the rainbow light, which was the fold color of the astral energy projected on the plane barrier. He flew to the thin air, contracted his wings, and fell straight like a sharp sword. The rustling wind slid across his cheeks. Only at this moment could Lesatos feel freedom.

As he approached the ground, he shook his tail and adjusted his direction, like a spinnaker spreading in a storm. His wings were suddenly under force, and the dragon's body glided against the ground.

His thoughts became clearer, and he reflected on his actions this month. He was still eager for quick success and instant benefits for the intensification of the conflict between Tyya. If Druciliya returns later, the tense situation of Green may collapse, and it would be even more troublesome to clean up at that time. Now he has done everything he should do, just wait for the time to ferment slowly, and the time is right before throwing out the magic system. On the princess, she should first hold her appetite so that all the plane crystals can be obtained.

After clarifying the ideas, Lesatos felt more comfortable. Anyway, he was idle, so he simply went to a human city to collect detailed information.

The Tiya Forest is located in the middle of the west of the Salaf land, and to the south is the crimson of mankind. It is composed of dozens of independent and autonomous city-states, and competes with the two human kingdoms to the east of the Tiya Forest.

Among the Crimson Federation, Razor City is the most famous. This city is very special. The top of the cliffs that are straight up and down is not very large, but they are full of houses and buildings. Razor City is composed of dozens of such cliffs, and arch bridges are built with chains or rocks. From the bottom of the bridge, the deep valleys that are hundreds of meters high are dizzying.

Razor City condescendingly controls the main roads that head south, and natural dangers make him a city that never falls in war and is extremely prosperous.

Judging from the low magic plane, such an architectural miracle is also worthy of admiration. Lesatos flew over for the second time, but this time he was invisible. He transformed into a blond and strong human with a fair and sunny face. At first glance, he seemed to be a Paladin from some family.

Unlike human mages who like to wear black robes and low hats, dragons do not need mysticism to show their status. Lesatos dressed like a nobleman, with light red cloud shoulders hunched, looking very imposing. A black-bottomed gold silk dress, straight silk trousers, ten fingers with eight different gem rings, and the broken diamonds on the collar made the person coming towards them unable to open their eyes. So, even if the dragon becomes a human, it will be as cool as the fireflies in the night.

The commercial street of Razor City welcomed a strange guest, with a handsome and dazzling appearance, yes, it was dazzling. The expression was humble and pride was hidden, and it looked more graceful, but the dress of a nouveau riche made the shopkeepers bet on each other and guess when this person would be robbed and killed and thrown away.

The true nature of the dragon does not care about human evaluation, just as humans does not care about monkeys' views. He traveled to every jewelry store in the commercial area and harvested a two-finger emerald, 25 black pearls of equal size, agate carving, and a rare purple-red stone transformed. The shopping feeling was very comfortable, and paying the bill was a side effect, so Lesatos maliciously replaced the gold coins with silver coins, almost smashing the store salesperson to death.

He played casually until Lesatos found a special boy. Sitting on the second floor of the street restaurant, he looked at the street with interest, a six or seven-year-old boy who distributed flyers and sold talismans. He was patched, dressed in a shabby grade, and seemed to have no cultural education. But when this child was looking for money, he could instantly calculate the cumbersome difference in different currency types, with clear mouths and flexible fingers. This reaction and agile thinking were the basis for becoming a mage apprentice.

“Waiter.”

"Sir, what are you asking?"

Lesatos gave him a coin, "bring that child up."

The waiter looked at the silver coins missing and complained to the stingy. After a while, the boy was brought up. He stood on the expensive carpet, looking a little cramped, but not afraid.

"Sir, are you interested in our sect?" The leaflets the boy circulated about a new religion.

"Tell me, let's see."

The boy was very excited and recited it in the melody of the poem. "The golden wings spread across the earth of Saraph, and the gods descended the dragon's posture. He was in charge of the secrets of life and death. Oh, the great dragon god..."

This is so interesting. He actually pulled himself to the altar. It seemed that the effect of flying around the continent was very obvious. The boy sang hard, and the tune was melodious and charming. Even the waiter came over to listen to the legend of the dragon.

Lesatos and his compatriots also had the experience of being worshipped as idols when traveling on various planes, but it was the first time to face the "pseudo-believers". I don't know what the boy would look like if he transformed on the spot. Lesatos picked up the teacup and took a sip, feeling a little proud in his heart.

"The gods will eventually be annihilated, everything will disappear, and only the death dragon will rule the world!"

Puff, Lesatos sprayed all the tea, and the last thunder came to him. This was extremely familiar, as if it was the slogan of the Dragon Worship. Could it be that Samust also came to Saraph? He heard the rumors that Samust, the founder of the dragon lich, was killed because he blocked a red-robed mage to dominate the more evil **. Is it a rumor?

The waiter was originally interested in listening to it, but the last sentence was very unlucky, and he repeatedly scolded the boy, and the boy seemed very wronged. Lesatos waved his hand and asked the waiter to retreat.

Lesatos flipped his fingers, and a gold coin shone, attracting the boy's eyes.

"What's your name?"

"Kay, I am an orphan, I don't have a last name, I chose my own name."

"Okay, tell me the information of this dragon worship sect, and I'll buy your amulet and leaflet."

The boy pondered, he longed for the gold coin. "I don't know much. I was assigned by the God's envoy to distribute leaflets, and many people were."

"God's Messenger?"

"Yes." The boy had a reverent look on his face. "He said he was the messenger of the golden dragon and spread the gospel for the dragon god. He also had powerful magic, which is true! I didn't lie. Many people saw him touching the big tree with their own eyes and died instantly. He said that the dragon took away his life."

Lesatus raised his eyebrows and found that there was a spellcaster, and he planned to find out the truth.

"Gold coins are given to you."

The boy happily exchanged flyers with wooden amulets and jumped away. When he reached the stairs, he suddenly stopped and looked hesitant. He ran back and said, "Sir, you are a good person. So I hope you don't believe in this religion and will not have a good end. Don't say that it was what I said." After Kay said that, he ran away.

Lesatos released an invisible peeping eye and followed the boy. He glanced at the flyer and threw it away, and he wrote all kinds of random intimidation and inconsistent stories of gods and monsters, which seemed to be the lowest cult technique.

In the video, Kay exchanged most of the money for black bread and cheap jerky, leaving only a few dozen copper coins. She hid the food and continued to return to the street to hand out flyers.

He was just an ordinary little devil, greedy for money and he was full of money. The little touchedness caused by the previous advice disappeared, and Lesatus quickly threw him behind his head. There were too many people with mage qualifications, so there was no need to look for those with flaws in morality.

Lesatos used prophetic spell to explore, and he wanted to meet this "God envoy" himself.

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Chapter completed!