This could not help making Xiluo feel as though needles were pricking his back.
He turned and looked around.
He discovered quite a few Legendary Dragons eyeing him hungrily, their gazes filled with greed, and his heart jolted.
Damn it.
He could afford not to fear those dragons below Legendary.
But if these Legendary ones really ambushed him on the way after the tournament ended, or followed Niro City's address to attack...
He could not afford not to be afraid!
"Xiluo... these guys don't look friendly. Something could go seriously wrong once the tournament ends."
The Blue Dragon Wyrmling also noticed something was wrong and warned him quietly.
"Adult, prime, even old dragons, and they're all this pathetic? Have they never seen a few hundred thousand gold coins before?"
The Red Dragon Whelp curled his lip and spoke with some displeasure, but his expression was equally solemn.
"..."
Xiluo remained silent, saying nothing.
Instead, he sank into thought.
Only after a long while did he smile and say:
"Indeed.
If this keeps going, the more gold we have, the more covetous eyes we'll attract.
But breaking out of this situation is pretty simple."
"Simple?"
The Blue Dragon Wyrmling raised a brow.
"Heh... of course.
We just need to spend all the gold in front of them afterward.
Preferably on consumables."
Xiluo's expression was utterly calm as he spoke.
"That's one way... but consumables? I wanted to save it for powerful Dragon Gear..."
Abel spoke with some regret.
"Buying Dragon Gear works too. We just need to pay enough gold to secure the Metal Dragons' protection."
Xiluo added.
"The Metal Dragons' protection... damn it! I'd rather go without that kind of protection."
The Blue Dragon Wyrmling looked disgusted.
The other whelps also looked as though they wanted to throw up.
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