After finishing the cleanup, Aljettah returned to his true form and used Dragon Language Magic to float twenty-seven carriages and the rare ores scattered around them into the air. He grabbed Velin and Kyle in his left and right claws and flew back toward the camp.
"I'm exhausted."
Back at the camp, Aljettah tossed everything onto the open ground, transformed into human form, and slumped onto the ground, panting heavily.
"You're way too weak." Velin crouched beside Aljettah and poked his face, mockery written across his expression.
"Fifteen kilometers, carrying six hundred tons of stuff. With that little body of yours, you couldn't even carry back a tenth of it." Aljettah turned his head and replied.
Smiling, Velin turned to Kyle and said, "A silver dragon might not be able to carry six hundred tons of ore, but he could definitely carry six hundred tons of gold coins."
"My lord makes sense." Kyle considered it for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
"Pah, what you said... hmm, actually sounds pretty reasonable." Aljettah sat up, thought it over seriously, and nodded based on his own circumstances.
"Alright, let's divide the spoils. One-third each."
At his words, Kyle called for the Guard Team to begin sorting through the supplies.
Two hours later, beside the campfire, Aljettah stared eagerly at the list in Kyle's hands, anticipating how much wealth he would receive.
"The goods from thirty carriages were mainly rare ores and timber, along with some magical beast hides. There were fifty tons of mithril ore, one hundred tons of mountain copper ore, one hundred and twenty tons of obsidian, fifty tons of gold, thirty tons of Blackwood, one hundred and fifty tons of Purple Soil, fifty tons of heavy crossbeams, more than three thousand magical beast hides, as well as some books