Online Game: I Am The God Of Wealth, What's Wrong With My Pet Having Hundreds Of Millions Of Po

"Heh."

Melz sneered, thinking, 'If I believe you again, I'm a dog!'

"Alright, kid, stop beating around the bush. What do you want from me this time?"

"Don't even think about trying to fool me again."

"Rest assured, Master, ask whatever you want to know," Jiang Han said with conviction. "I'll tell you everything I know."

"Alright, alright, spare me your fancy tricks to deceive this old man."

Melz cut straight to the chase, "Just tell me, did you provoke a dragon or a strange BOSS this time?"

"Neither," Jiang Han denied.

"Then what is it? Don't tell me it's another extremely dangerous creature? Just spit it out. This old man has faced dragons head-on and slaughtered level 100 Lord BOSSes. I can handle it."

Melz looked nonchalant.

He wasn't bragging. Throughout the entire Hall of Supreme, you could count on one hand the number of people who had his experience.

His mental defenses were as solid as a duck's butt!

"Neither."

Jiang Han said with a smile, "Master, what are you thinking? Always fighting and killing. Do I look like the kind of person who stirs up trouble?"

"Not just look like, you are!" Melz said with a fake smile. "Alright, stop with the nonsense and tell me what it is."

Jiang Han said, "It's nothing much, just planning to take a stroll through the Temple of the Fire God."

"The Temple of the Fire God, that's not so bad, at least it's not a fifth-order... Wait!"

Melz nodded at first, then suddenly froze.

God... a god?!!

The air suddenly went silent, and only the sound of flowing water slowly drifted through the courtyard.

A moment later...

Melz opened his mouth tremblingly, "Big brother, I'll call you brother. Listen to your little brother's advice, don't get involved with matters of the gods."

"You really can't go there!"

He originally thought that after facing fifth-order dragons and slaughtering Lord BOSSes, his heart was as cold as the fish at RT-Mart.

No matter what kind of creature he faced, he could remain calm and composed.

He didn't expect Jiang Han to drop a bombshell right from the start, completely stunning Melz.

This young man...

Is he even speaking human language?

Taking a stroll through the Temple of the Fire God? Is that temple your outhouse? You can come and go as you please?

"Master, don't be so absolute. The price is negotiable."

Jiang Han wasn't in a hurry, and said patiently, "We've cooperated so many times, I'm not the kind of person who likes to take advantage. There will definitely be great benefits after it's done."

"What benefits? Don't mention gold coins. Although I like gold coins, it's too ridiculous to risk going to a temple of the gods just for some money, unless..."

Speaking of this, Melz changed the subject, "If you can get me a pound or two of Holy Spirit Spring, then I might consider it? The question is, do you have it?"

"Holy Spirit Spring, I don't have any on hand, but..."

Jiang Han chuckled, "Master, have you ever heard of the Dwarves?"

Melz frowned in confusion, "The Dwarves? I've heard of them, so what? Oh..."

He suddenly realized, "You're going to the Temple of the Fire God to find the Dwarves, right? That race is indeed magical. If you can really find them, crafting artifacts wouldn't be a problem."

"Taking such a big risk is indeed worth it."

"But the problem is, even if you find them, with the Dwarves' behavior, they won't casually craft equipment for you. I advise you not to daydream..."

"Do we even need to look for the Dwarves?"

Melz was interrupted by Jiang Han's chuckle before he could finish speaking.

Then he heard the voice on the other end of the communication rise, "Thor, say hello!"

There was another burst of chaotic noise. It was a little hard to tell what they were doing, but it seemed quite lively.

"鹅是楞叠!"

Just as Melz was wondering what the heck was going on, a hesitant voice suddenly rang out, as if something was stuffed in his mouth.

He was being cursed.

But that wasn't the point.

Melz was shocked, and instantly recognized that the sentence wasn't spoken in the common language, but in the strange syllables of the Dwarvish language.

"Wait, kid! You really found the Dwarves?"

Melz was no longer calm and quickly asked.

"Lucky me, I just happened to encounter a Dwarven migration, so I brought them to Windleaf City," Jiang Han replied.

"You even brought them into Windleaf City? No way?"

Melz was instantly dumbfounded. As a knowledgeable person, he knew exactly what kind of bizarre race the Dwarves were.

More stubborn than a donkey!

Even if their strength was ten or a hundred times greater than theirs, as long as they didn't like you, they would start hammering.

In ancient times, many human artifacts were indeed crafted by the Dwarves, but each transaction was incredibly tortuous, and some unique methods were used to achieve the goal.

And since then, the Dwarves, knowing they had been tricked, hated humans very much and were unwilling to communicate.

It can be said that the difficulty for humans to find the Dwarves for help is no less than besieging an adult dragon.

But Jiang Han not only found them, but also brought them into the city?

Is that even scientific?

"Something's not right! Something's very wrong!"

At this thought, Melz instantly became vigilant. This kid was as cunning as a fox. Maybe he just found someone who could speak Dwarvish to fool him.

"There must be something fishy."

Melz took a deep breath and calmly analyzed various possibilities.

No matter how you look at it, this doesn't make sense.

"I knew there was a trap, I won't fall for it this time."

After reaching a conclusion, he decided to expose the scam.

Want to fool me?

No way!

"Kid, keep lying... beep beep..."

However, before Melz could say two words, the communication was directly cut off.

Looking at the wooden token that had returned to silence, Melz felt his head buzzing and blank.

This development is wrong!

If it was a scam, shouldn't he be trying his best to prove something now? Why did he just hang up?

Is he really that confident?

"Heh, just like last time, playing hard to get, huh?"

However, Melz quickly calmed down, casually threw the wooden token in front of him, sat on the rocking chair, and closed his eyes to rest.

Out of sight, out of mind.

The courtyard returned to its usual peace and tranquility, with clear and transparent water flowing from the rockery.

But Melz's mood could not be calmed down. He reached out and gently tapped the armrest, adjusting his emotions.

One minute.

Two minutes.

...

"Ahhhhh!!! Grandma's, you win!"

Without even lasting three minutes, Melz jumped up from the rocking chair, scratched his hair violently, and then his figure disappeared from the spot.

He was manipulated again.

The moment he activated the teleportation, such a thought flashed through his mind.

But...

Knowing this, he still resolutely embarked on the journey to Windleaf City.

There was no way, if he didn't figure this out, his heart would be as itchy as if a cat was scratching it.

So blue!

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Two more chapters to go, grinding hard...