"Dragon gear..."
The Softscale Silver Dragon lowered his head, looking at his dragon armor and Arm Rings.
He had gone to great lengths to buy all of them over a decade ago.
He still vaguely remembered how delighted, excited, proud, and spirited he had been back then.
Once he had his dragon gear, the whole world had lain at his feet.
He had been the most dazzling dragon in the world.
Full of conviction, he had wanted to fight evil and uphold justice.
But now...
"The dragon gear... cost seventy-two thousand altogether when I bought it. Now that I've used it for over a decade... I'm afraid selling it will mean taking quite a loss.
"Sixty thousand would be the most I could get.
"That would leave me owing about a hundred and twenty-three thousand, with annual interest still coming to four thousand nine hundred and twenty... sob..."
As the Softscale Silver Dragon spoke, grief welled up inside him.
He shed tears again.
Nearly five thousand gold coins a year.
He still could not afford to pay!
Trembling, he removed his dragon armor, helmet, and Arm Rings.
The Softscale Silver Dragon's heart bled, and the pain felt unbearable.
After taking them, Xiluo stuffed them straight into his Spatial Ring, planning to find time to visit the Temple of the Goddess of Wealth for a detailed appraisal of the equipment and a discussion of the final price.
Looking at the Softscale Silver Dragon, he smiled and said:
"With your strength and abilities, can't you even earn five thousand gold coins a year?"
What do you mean, can't I even earn five thousand gold coins a year?
Why does it sound so easy coming from your mouth?
Oh... it really does seem easy for you.
*After all, you bastard, your dragon gear