One Sneeze Destroys A Magical Civilization

Chapter 156 I Hate Bards

Seeing this group of people uttering a few words, making up the whole thing into a conspiracy between Bell Torgas and the Dragon Cult, Zuo Si flashed an imperceptible playful smile in his eyes.

You don't need to ask to know that this is exactly the effect he wants to achieve.

Now that the famous evil organization "Bailong Cult" is "backed up", basically no one will suspect Wilmes.

While Zuo Si was secretly thinking about how to use the complete dragon corpse in front of him, Earl Wicks Targett finally discussed the possible threat of the Dragon Worship with the priests of several good gods, and immediately came over to solemnly In fact, he saluted with one hand on his chest.

"Your Excellency South. Please allow me to express my most sincere gratitude to you on behalf of all the residents of the entire city of Mairatma, as well as my own family. Without you, I really don't know how bad the result would be."

"You're welcome. After all, you hired me to solve these troubles, didn't you?" Zuo Si responded with a smile.

“That being said, I didn’t really have high expectations at the time.

I just wanted to weaken this army of monsters a little bit.

But you didn't just destroy this staggering army of monsters.

And also killed their master, a powerful and evil red dragon, and members of the Dragon Cult who had colluded with the red dragon.

As an added thank you, I will hire Tethyr's most famous bard, and a ballad of your deeds will be sung throughout Faerûn. "

When he said these words, Earl Wicks Targett was full of sincerity both in expression and tone.

In his eyes, it was the dream of almost all adventurers and mercenaries to get a local lord to publicize someone's achievements and reputation.

After all, in Faerun, fame is sometimes more important than wealth and power.

For example, the lord or ruling class of a certain city wants to hire powerful adventurers to help him solve a difficult problem.

Then the first thing they will consider must be those adventure teams with a certain reputation.

Because these people have successful experience in dealing with similar situations, even if they don't do well, it won't make the situation worse.

But that is not necessarily the case for those teams that are not well-known but equally strong.

The latter can do the job cleanly, or screw it up completely.

In order to avoid risks, adventurers and teams without a certain reputation are usually impossible to be trusted.

But the problem is, Zuo Si is not from this world, and his way of thinking and values ​​are completely different. Without even thinking about it, he simply refused: "Please don't do this. If there is anything in this world that is my favorite If I hate it, it must be bards and the stories they sing. I hate being famous, and I don't want to be the talk of others after dinner."

"what?!"

Count Weeks Target was stunned for a moment.

He never dreamed that instead of acknowledging his kindness, the other party showed an expression of extreme disgust.

"If you really want to show gratitude, you can choose to give me more rewards, or extra magic items, scrolls, and books. In short, don't ask any bard. Quite the opposite! You'd better order that no one People don't tell the truth about tonight."

After saying this, Zuo Si ignored the other party's reaction, took out a scalpel made of pure gold from the satchel, and walked straight to Bell Torgas's body.

Then, in full view of everyone, he carefully poked through the "back door" of the red dragon, and cut a hole along the most vulnerable part of the whole body, extending all the way to the end of the tail.

After finishing all this, he began to peel off the leather of the tail bit by bit in the reverse direction, along with the underlying skin and muscles.

The whole process was smooth and smooth, without causing even the slightest damage to the integrity of the dragon skin.

After peeling the tail, Zuo Si also started from the "back door" and cut along the relatively delicate scale texture of the abdomen until it reached the lower jaw of the dragon head.

Finally skin the body and wings along the incision in the abdomen.

In less than fifteen minutes, he completely skinned a mature red dragon.

Except for the dragon wing which was damaged to a certain extent in the battle, the other parts are very complete.

According to the standard size of most humans, these dragon skins are enough to make at least four sets of full-body heavy armor and six sets of soft leather light armor.

As for the dragon horn, it is one of the best materials for making weapons and staffs.

In addition, during the skinning process, Zuo Si also collected a large amount of dragon's blood, which made the old mage beside him envious.

Not only the old mage, but also many priests, warriors, and knights present showed eager eyes.

But sadly, according to the custom, the dragon was killed by Zuo Si, so the loot belongs to him.

No matter how much other people want a piece of the pie, they can only endure it honestly.

Even if some guys have a wrong mind, seeing the deserted environment around them, they will immediately think of the terrifying chaotic magic storm before, and finally rationality defeated greed.

Just like that, everyone watched Zuo Si manually skinned, cramped, and gutted out a dragon. Finally, even the skeleton was cleaned and disassembled, stuffed into a dimensional bag and packed away.

The only thing that is useless is the dragon meat that is randomly discarded on the ground.

Unlike the dragon meat "big tonic" mentioned in some gossip, although this stuff is not poisonous, it won't kill people if you eat it, at most it will cause diarrhea.

But the taste is really not unpalatable.

After all, the dragon itself is a magical creature, and its muscles contain a lot of elements when it is alive.

Take the red dragon as an example, the fire element contained in the muscle will make the meat hard, old and full of spicy taste that cannot be described in words.

Even ten times more terrifying than the hottest devil pepper.

It's easy to choke just by smelling it close to it, not to mention cooking it and eating it.

This point is clearly recorded in the book "Guide to Cooking Dragons (Only Five-Colored Evil Dragons)" written by Elminster himself.

However, there will never be a shortage of "warriors" who dare to try new things in the world.

A few young people who had fantasies about dragon meat picked up some pieces from the ground and hung them under the saddle, apparently planning to go back and try something new.

Zuo Si sincerely hoped that they would not have gastrointestinal cramps, convulsions, and chrysanthemum residue after eating.

Moreover, the pungentness of red dragon meat is not just exhausted, but it will last for several days, or even more than a week.

In fact, eating the meat of any kind of dragon requires taking considerable risks.

Those with relatively weak constitutions might die suddenly after just two bites.

As for the magic items carried by members of the Dragon Worship Cult, Zuo Si didn't keep any of them, and directly drained the magic energy and discarded them.

God knows if the magic items these guys carry will be tracked.

He has had enough troubles now, and he doesn't want to mess with those lunatics of Dragon Worship Sect.

After dealing with these trivial matters, Zuo Si casually found an excuse to get out of everyone's sight and went to the depths of the woods alone.

Wilmes, who had been waiting at the spot for a long time, immediately stood up and asked, "How? Was the plan successful? Is Bell Torgas dead?"

Zuo Si nodded without thinking: "Well. The plan was successful.

The entire Myratma now believe that Bell Torgas and his Dragon Cult allies are behind the whole incident.

As for himself, he has now turned into leather, bones, internal organs, and blood, all contained in this dimensional bag.

By the way, how are Rhett and the soldiers doing now? "

"Sorry, that summoned creature of yours was too badly injured, it probably won't be able to be saved.

I noticed that the blood in his body seemed to exude a little red dragon blood.

If there is no accident, it should be because the blood-sucking long sword absorbed Bell Torgas's boiling blood full of fire element energy when it pierced Bell Torgas' body.

As for the half-orc, although the fall was not light and his internal organs were bleeding a little, he held on anyway.

If you have a healing potion, pouring him a bottle should wake him up. "

After finishing speaking, Wilmes pointed to Rhett who was lying on the ground moaning softly not far away, and there was also a soldier who was motionless, whose whole body was covered with melted and cooled metal, and whose skin was dark red.

The latter's breathing and heartbeat are even so weak that they can already be regarded as a dead person.

In fact, his ability to last until now has far exceeded Zuo Si's expectations.

After all, it was eating the flaming breath of a mature red dragon head-on.

Although there are various protective spells and potions to offset part of the power, the remaining part is still enough to easily burn a person to ashes.

(end of this chapter)