After that came the final transaction.
The little brat Abel seemed to have come prepared. Before the humans could even speak, he ran off and soon returned carrying a pile of dark blue, pure black, dark green, reddish-black, and even black-and-white solids.
"Here it is! Here it is! This is all my poop! Hehehe... this much has to be twenty or thirty pounds, right? Hehehe... I'm rich! I'm rich!"
Abel, the Blue Dragon Wyrmling, was very excited and kept shouting.
The other Wyrmlings were startled at the sight. Then their draconic eyes widened, and they roared in fury:
"Abel! You bastard! Since when could you poop dark green? Damn it! That belongs to us Green Dragons! Put it down!"
"The pure black stuff belongs to us Black Dragons!"
"The black-and-white stuff belongs to us White Dragons!"
"You shameless dragon! Put those gold coins down!"
The Wyrmlings roared and lunged at Abel together!
That sneaky bastard Abel!
Xiluo watched from the side, his face twitching!
To make money, this fellow had actually collected the other dragons' poop too! He had absolutely no shame!
The Red Dragon Whelp looked at the pile of reddish-black solids and flew into a rage as well. That was his poo... oh! No! That should be his money!
"Damn you, Abel! You dare steal my treasure!"
The Red Dragon Whelp roared, preparing to join the fight too.
Abel jumped in fright. Blue light flashed over his body, and he shot into the distance like a horse freed from its reins:
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is clearly all mine! If you don't like it, go collect your own!"
"Hey, hey, hey... everyone, stop arguing! Stop fighting! The dragon dung we need isn't this dried-out, hardened stuff. Ideally... it should have been passed within the last three days..."
The man in silk hurriedly shouted, finally bringing the rampaging Wyrmlings back to their senses.
"You don't want dried stuff... then you can have all that poop."
A White Dragon who had been chasing Abel curled his lip.
The other dragons returned as well.
Annoyed, Abel viciously threw the things he had been cradling like treasure onto the ground:
"I was so close to getting rich! What a shame!"
The other Wyrmlings gathered in twos and threes and began talking:
"Only stuff from the last three days counts! I don't think I've pooped in those three days."
"If you haven't, you haven't. Just do it now."
"Now? Who knows if we can even manage a whole pound in one go!"
"The real question is... whether we can get anything out right now."
"We can if we try hard enough! They're silver coins, after all! It's all money!"
The Wyrmlings discussed it.
"Great dragons, are you about to relieve yourselves? Take these, and remember to do it on top so it doesn't get mixed up with the dirt."
One human very thoughtfully took out sheets of something like plastic and handed them to the Wyrmlings.
After taking them, the Wyrmlings each found a place to relieve themselves.
Xiluo was among them.
He found a spot without any humans or dragons and kicked at the ground a few times with his hind legs, digging a small hole.
Then he laid the plastic sheet over it and prepared to strain.
But he sensed movement beside him.
He thought another dragon was coming to relieve themselves here too.
But when he turned his head, he saw a human walking briskly over, smiling kindly at him while staring fixedly at his dragon butt.
Xiluo felt his little flower clench. His urge to poop vanished instantly, and his tail immediately swung around to cover his tender little flower.
Fuck! What was this asshole doing? What the hell was he staring at my dragon ass for? Did a pervert like him have any right to look at my dragon ass?
Xiluo flew into a rage, glaring at the human with a dark expression:
"Human! Do you have a death wish?"
His fierce draconic aura spread out.
The human before him, who was only level two, instantly paled and began breathing rapidly, unable to stop himself from stumbling several steps backward.
"Ahem... a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! I was just worried you might miss the spot.
"If you don't need us watching, I'll leave right away. Remember to call me when you're finished!"
With that, the fellow immediately ran off. Even from a distance, Xiluo's excellent hearing still picked up his muttering.
"Honestly, the other dragons were perfectly fine. Why is this one shy?"
"You damned bastard pervert!"
Xiluo cursed inwardly.
He looked around for quite a while, only beginning to strain after making sure there were no humans nearby.
From far away, he heard a string of groans and grunts.
The Dragon Cubs were giving it everything they had to earn more money...
Xiluo strained for quite a while before finally getting it out, then stayed where he was, expressionless.
He waited for the three humans to come collect it.
The excitement these fellows showed while holding dragon dung really gave a dragon the creeps.
Xiluo had previously heard of cases on Blue Star where certain people from the Asian continent who liked cherry blossoms ate young girls' feces.
Could it be... that these humans wanted to do that too?
His eyes full of suspicion, Xiluo slowly walked back and joined the Wyrmlings.
Several Wyrmlings were talking with varying expressions.
"Damn it, I pooped four days ago! I couldn't get anything out this time, no matter what! My silver coins!"
"Hahaha! I did a bit better than you! I got quite a lot out!"
"Quite a lot? Was it more than mine? Not to brag, but I pooped at least a pound just now!"
"A pound? Who are you trying to fool?"
A bunch of idiots! Lunatics! Did they seriously have to discuss this?
Listening to their conversation, Xiluo instinctively moved a little farther away.
Meanwhile, the humans began weighing it.
As they weighed, they read the results aloud:
"Hmm... this pile weighs 0.4 pounds..."
"This pile is 0.6 pounds..."
"0.5 pounds..."
"Hmm... this pile is heavy! A full 0.9 pounds."
At that point.
The Wyrmling who had claimed to have pooped a pound immediately shouted in delight, "See that? 0.9 pounds! Way heavier than yours! Hahaha! You useless bunch! You can't beat me normally, and now you can't even beat me at pooping! You're utterly useless!"
But before he could enjoy himself for long.
One of the humans doing the weighing exclaimed in delight:
"Oh! 1.8 pounds! This belongs to that Red Dragon! Bright red, and it looks pretty good!"
At those words, the Wyrmlings all turned their gazes toward the Red Dragon Whelp.
The dragon brat held both his tail and neck perfectly straight, his face full of pride and smugness:
"Isn't that only natural? I'm Gordon Kenneth! The strongest, sturdiest Red Dragon! How could other dragons compare?"
"As expected of Gordon! Even his poop outweighs ours by so much!"
"That 1.8 pounds is worth five or six silver coins! Damn it! Every time we sell our poop to these people from now on, Gordon will get more than twice as much as us!"
"Damn it! Why can't we beat him even at this?"
A group of Dragon Cubs were thoroughly annoyed.
"Whoa! 2.3 pounds! My heavens! How can a Wyrmling poop this much?"
Another exclamation rang out from the humans doing the weighing.
He stared at a pile of bluish-black material in astonishment.
Hearing this, the other Wyrmlings glanced at it, then immediately turned their eyes toward its owner, Xiluo, and marveled:
"So it's Xiluo's! He really is the strongest dragon! Even when it comes to pooping, he does more than Gordon!"
"Damn you, Xiluo... I... lost to you again..."
The Red Dragon Whelp looked unconvinced, gritting his teeth as scorching air streamed from both nostrils.
Xiluo remained expressionless, but inside he was howling:
"Fuck! Don't look at me! Don't look at me! You idiots! Is there something wrong with your brains? Why do you have to compete even at this? Does turning into poop-making machines make you that proud and smug?
"Damn it! Stop looking at me! I'm begging you! Look somewhere else!"
(End of chapter)
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