Back when Li Wei played games in his previous life, he had never thought there was anything wrong with it.
In traditional role-playing games, anything associated with the word "dragon" was generally rare, powerful orange-tier equipment. People would even sacrifice their warlock teammate before opening a loot box if that was what it took.
But now, things like dragonhide armor always felt no different from the human-skin mask in The Silence of the Lambs.
Oh, maybe there was a slight difference. After all, this had been shed from his own body while he slept, so it was more like the dead skin scraped off when you had athlete's foot?
Just thinking about it disgusted Li Wei badly enough.
In the end, he still could not muster the courage to personally deliver the thing to the frost giant lady.
Instead, he casually wrote a letter of thanks and had Remlu, who was about to hurry back to the marketplace to sell grilled fish, make the delivery along the way.
After leaving Igg's place, Li Wei transformed back into his murloc form and took the opportunity to continue touring the other workshops in Zelandia's underground Magic Research Institute besides the golem workshop. It was something they had not had time to do during their previous group inspection.
After all, as someone who had been there before, he knew all too well that so-called "leadership" inspections, beneath their glossy veneer of window dressing, were often merely going through the motions. It was difficult to see where the real problems lay.
That was why back doors and side windows had become the places where homeroom teachers most often made their sudden ghostly appearances.
Even though doing so could easily leave some Retainers and employees with psychological scars, Li Wei still never tired of it.