Strange humans

The sight left Xiluo speechless.

Sure, some dragons liked eating humans, but you were only a Wyrmling, you little brat! You had already awakened inherited memories like that? Weren't you afraid the humans would kill you instead?

"Humans? The Dragon Mother has human followers? Those fellows taste quite good! The Young Dragons haven't eaten them?"

The Red Dragon Whelp sounded somewhat surprised, as though he found it hard to believe.

"Green dragons generally only like eating elves... most humans aren't on their menu..."

The white dragon beside them offered a quiet reminder.

"Tch~ Humans and elves taste almost the same. Elves just have a faint grassy flavor. If they like the taste of elves so much, why not just wrap some greenery around their food?

"What a bunch of idiots pretending to be refined!"

The Red Dragon Whelp disparaged green dragons' tastes with the air of a dragon who had been there and done that.

In the eyes of most creatures, elves represented elegance and beauty, nobler and rarer than humans.

And in the eyes of ordinary evil dragons, elves were naturally far more precious than humans as ingredients.

Listening to the three Dragon Cubs talk, Xiluo's brows and eyelids twitched.

What the hell kind of memories had these three little brats awakened at such a young age?

How to make humans and elves taste better?

That was fucking brutal!

Having been human in his previous life, Xiluo felt uneasy listening to them and decided he could not let them continue discussing this topic.

He hurriedly said, "Enough of these irrelevant things. Since Lady Barbara has summoned us, let's hurry over."

With that, he took the lead and ran ahead.

The other three dragons immediately followed.

Before long, the four of them reached the Wyrmlings' gathering place.

A group of Dragon Cubs crouched in rows, looking toward the familiar, enormous green figure ahead. Beside that green figure stood three human men dressed in leather armor and silk.

The three human men, ranging from their twenties to their forties, faced the group of dragons.

Though the Wyrmlings were young, their bodies were already comparable to those of large adult lions and tigers. With their long tails and necks, as well as their wings, they were still enormous, their visual impact far exceeding that of humans!

Would ordinary humans be afraid when they saw an uncaged lion or tiger? The answer was obviously yes!

The humans of this world should normally have shown at least a little fear when facing even Wyrmlings!

Yet these three showed not a trace of fear. Instead, they looked at the Wyrmlings with tremendous excitement!

When Xiluo and the other three appeared, the three humans immediately turned their gazes toward them as well.

Their burning gazes were like those of someone who had discovered a treasure, or an exceptionally beautiful woman.

They made Xiluo's heart pound.

There was something wrong with these fellows!

He stared at them.

[Adult human]

Level: 3

Status: Good

[Adult human]

Level: 2

Status: Good

So weak...

Or rather, utterly useless!

But why could such useless weaklings be so confident and excited in front of so many dragons?

Xiluo wore an odd expression.

"Lowly, inferior creatures! What is that look in your eyes? Are you provoking me? The great red dragon Gordon Kenneth! The Scorching Wings of Red Flame?"

The Red Dragon Whelp roared on the spot, glaring furiously at the three humans.

His nearly fully developed wings spread slightly, making him look utterly domineering.

"Oh... sorry, sorry, great Gordon Kenneth, Scorching Wings of Red Flame! And all you dragons!

"We grew up hearing stories about dragons. We heard that dragons possessed extraordinary strength, magic, and wisdom, and came to yearn for and admire you.

"Today, we finally got to see you, and so many at once. We simply couldn't help ourselves! Please forgive us, great Gordon Kenneth! Scorching Wings of Red Flame."

The man in the middle of the three, dressed in a silk coat, wore an apologetic expression.

"Tch! Watch where you look, or I won't mind having an afternoon treat! You..."

"Enough, Gordon! These people are all partners of our Green Forest. They've come bearing gold coins for you."

Seeing that Gordon was about to make more threats, Barbara immediately cut him off and changed the subject.

They had brought gold coins for us?

To the Wyrmlings, those words were undoubtedly like a bomb dropped into water.

They instantly sent all the Wyrmlings into a frenzy of excitement.

They growled excitedly:

"Is that true? They brought us gold coins? Heavens, am I dreaming?"

"Having gold coins of our own while we're still Wyrmlings-if word got out, other dragons would die of envy, wouldn't they?"

"Hehehe! Now all of us will finally have gold coins! They won't belong only to dragons like Xiluo and Alicia anymore!"

"Roar! Long live Lady Barbara! Long live Chief Baili'er!"

The Wyrmlings cheered, roaring incessantly where they stood.

Xiluo, however, frowned.

Giving away gold coins?

What a joke! Could humans possibly be that kindhearted? Having been human in his previous life, Xiluo was the first to disbelieve it.

Unless! There was something in it for them!

He looked expressionlessly at Barbara and the three humans, waiting to hear what they would say next.

"However! If you want gold coins, you'll have to pay a price!"

Sure enough, while the Wyrmlings were beside themselves with excitement, the Young Green Dragon spoke again.

The Wyrmlings immediately quieted down and looked at the Young Green Dragon with some apprehension.

"Then... Lady Barbara, what is the price?"

Alicia was the first to ask, her expression somewhat nervous.

"Don't be nervous, children. The price is merely the scales you've shed, along with your saliva and feces."

Barbara smiled.

Like human teeth, dragons' scales were replaced one by one during their early years. They were excellent materials for making armor and potions, something every dragon knew.

They had long since collected their shed scales, storing them either in their lairs or in the second stomach inside their bodies.

But... what was this about saliva and feces?

The Wyrmlings looked at Barbara with strange expressions.

"Ahem, ahem... don't look at me like that. These are things the three human merchants beside me need. Perhaps they've discovered some special uses for our saliva and feces."

Barbara coughed dryly a few times and offered an explanation, then lowered her head to glance at the three humans.

"That's a trade secret, so please forgive us for being unable to explain. However, as long as you give us as much of these as possible, you'll naturally receive more gold coins."

One of the humans spoke with a broad smile.

"Then what are the prices?" a Wyrmling asked.

"Twenty silver coins per pound of dragon scales, ten copper coins per dram of saliva, and twenty copper coins per ounce of feces."

"Only twenty silver coins for a pound of dragon scales?"

Quite a few Wyrmlings growled, exchanging looks.

Thanks to their inherited memories, nearly all the Wyrmlings had a clear idea of how much their scales were worth.

Even Hatchlings like them.

Thanks to [Drunken dreams, fallen compassion, passing years] for the 100-coin tip, and [Who understands this, you tell me] for the 100-coin tip!

(End of chapter)