And so it went.
Several more days passed.
All of Niro City became extremely peaceful.
The price was nearly a hundred more people in Niro City's prison...
In the underground treasury of the lord's castle, Xiluo slowly opened his eyes.
He gazed ahead.
[Strong mutated Blue Dragon wyrmling] Level: 12 "75%" (Excellence) "94%" Mutated bloodline: Thunderfall Dragon (45.8%), Extreme Thunder Dragon (10.3%), Storm Dragon (46.9%)
"I've poured a total of fifteen hundred gold coins' worth of Tornado Pearls and conch stone into this.
But I'm still a long way short.
At the current rate, raising the Thunderfall Dragon bloodline to 50% will take at least another fifteen hundred gold coins or so. The Storm Dragon will take slightly less, but not much.
So let's call it three thousand gold coins. That should be enough.
And right now, between the lord's treasury and my betting winnings from a while ago, I have a full forty-eight hundred gold coins. That's more than enough.
I still have so many gold coins, yet there isn't enough stock.
According to that woman Xiwel, replenishing the stock will take at least three more years...
If it were only three years, I could grit my teeth and wait it out, but going from 50% to 60% will also require Tornado Pearls and conch stone, in quantities far greater than what it takes to go from 40% to 50%.
How many years will that take? A dozen? Twenty-odd? Or more than thirty?
I can't stand waiting that long!
It's time to make those Descenders useful."
Xiluo thought to himself, his eyes flickering slightly.
A day later.
Crowds surged through the city's central square.
It had long since regained its former bustle.
Three Descenders leaned against a wall in an alley, silently watching the bustling crowd in