Everyone's gaze fell upon the object on the floor. It was a jet-black metal weapon.
A short handle, its front end a large, round spiked mace, connected by a chain.
A chain mace, also known as a flail, was a heavy weapon designed for swinging.
The flail appeared exceedingly heavy. When it landed on the ground, it actually left a sunken crater in the solid floor.
"This should be good stuff..." Lord Poison Dragon stared at the flail with shining eyes. Pargoris had just given Isabella that piece of pseudo-god-tier Sacred Scale, making Pagliu a little green with envy. And now this rhythm... was he going to give Lord Me another treasure too? Following that crafty human really did have its perks.
"This is a powerful divine artifact called the 'Thunder Flail.' Though it is merely a low-tier divine artifact, its power is immense." Another ring set with an emerald appeared in Pargoris's hand. "If you can lift it, not only will you gain this divine artifact, you will also obtain the right to inherit a vast treasure. The secret of that treasure lies within this ring."
As he spoke, the ring flew to the floor in front of the Thunder Flail as well.
A divine artifact and a vast treasure? Pagliu thought he had misheard. Were all the Dragons of the Surface World this generous? Had they forgotten the fine ancestral traditions of "not plucking a single hair" and "being cruel and merciless to the poor"?
In the spirit of carrying forward his ancestors' wealth-hoarding legacy, Lord Poison Dragon bent down without hesitation or ceremony, intending to grab the flail. To his surprise, it was far heavier than he had imagined—he could not even budge it.
First one hand, then both hands... Yet no matter how hard he exerted