"Hehehe~ 1,200 gold coins from a single raid. What a great business!"
After counting everything, the Blue Dragon Wyrmling was so delighted that bubbles rose from his nostrils.
Quite a few of the Descenders beside him watched with envy in their eyes.
Wasn't this fucking money coming in way too fast?
But... who could blame him for being a dragon?
Whatever he "did" made money!
Wasn't that infuriating?
After packing everything up.
They continued on their way.
They even encountered several adventuring parties along the way.
They slaughtered half of them. The other half had enough sense to surrender everything, and the Blue Dragon Wyrmling spared their lives.
Afterward, they passed along the outskirts of several small towns.
They scared the defending soldiers, lords, and nobles half to death.
The lords of these ordinary towns and cities simply lacked the courage to confront a Blue Dragon, a group of Dragonbeasts, and Demon and Devil Descenders.
Nor had the Blue Dragon Wyrmling gone completely insane and decided to massacre cities. He merely extorted some gold coins before leaving.
Eventually, they reached the Wapo Mountain Range.
These Dragon Cubs continued searching for adventurers and hunting Magic Beasts while looking for Hill Giants.
This continued until he found the Hill Giants and killed them all.
When the Blue Dragon Wyrmling tallied everything up, his earnings actually exceeded five thousand gold coins!
He was so delighted that he couldn't close his mouth.
"Hahahaha! Ahahahaha!"
Cradling gold coins and equipment beside a group of Hill Giant corpses, he laughed smugly.
But as he laughed.
He suddenly felt a chill.
He turned to look.
A group of Demonized Descenders, who were cutting open the Hill Giants and harvesting their hearts, livers, and lungs, were staring at him with gleaming green eyes.
The Blue Dragon Wyrmling froze.