That evening, the six players gathered together again.
The castle is currently the only safe zone, and since no one wants to use the consumable item "Cocoon" or risk being eaten while spending the night outside, they have no choice but to return to the castle before logging off.
While waiting for the meat to cook, the six of them exchanged their experiences from the day's game.
[ Great Wei Boxing Champion ]: "The two of us repaired six roofs, patched up four wall holes, and obtained a total of ten tree seeds; the map exploration mission also had three valid checkpoints, which gave us a total of 150 copper coins."
[ Howling Pothos ]: "Why are you guys fixing the roof so fast? The two of us only finished eight sets and got eight tree seeds; the exploration mission only gave us 200 copper because we marked a few Deadwood Vine."
[ Great Wei Boxing Champion ]: "Since Brother Zhongde is a civil engineering major, I've really learned something new today. His plastering skills are truly exceptional..."
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] Looking at the smiling crowd, he asked incredulously:
"You've already made money?"
The others looked at the two heading towards Dragonborn Village:
"What else? Haven't your missions been settled yet?"
[ Shit Appraisal Master ] raises hand to forehead:
"After returning from the trade trip, we each received 5 silver coins. We couldn't resist buying some goods in Dragonborn Village, spending 8 silver coins each. So, after this whole trip, we've lost 3 silver coins..."
The two recounted in detail how they had made that impulsive purchase, and the air around the campfire instantly filled with a joyful atmosphere.
The players had calculated their time very precisely; there was still a full hour until 8 PM, enough time for them to enjoy a delicious meal and then gather the materials needed for their daily tasks.
Just then, a whooshing sound suddenly came from the sky.
One hour ago, in Dragonborn Village.
"What a strange merchant... He doesn't even buy anything more expensive. How much money can he possibly make?"
The short, stout shop owner muttered to himself in the dimly lit clothing store, holding a box in his hand and counting out the day's sales figures one by one.
Because of Seraphina's presence, both players only brought a portion of their money to Dragonborn Village, and they used a mix of copper and silver coins to settle their accounts.
The fat boss was happily counting the silver and copper coins when he suddenly realized something was wrong with the feel of them.
As a half-dragon, his concept of wealth is also influenced by dragons, but not to such an extent; it just makes him a little stingy.
Another aspect of this influence is that he is very sensitive to money.
Therefore, the moment he touched the silver coin, he reflexively pulled his hands back, causing the coin to fall straight down.
The fat shopkeeper trembled for a few seconds before picking up the silver coin again, carefully feeling the patterns on it with his rough fingers. He still couldn't believe it, so he pushed open the door and went outside.
With the help of the dim light outside, he finally saw the pattern on the surface of the silver coin—a ferocious dragon!
This is a Dragon Coin, a coin minted by the Dragonborn Village itself.
According to village rules, these coins either come from ore or are silver coins of insufficient purity bestowed by the dragon. One reason for the existence of Dragonborn Village is that the dragon needs them to refine precious metals.
To express their piety, the ancestors of Dragonborn Village designed coin molds (master molds) with ferocious dragon patterns for the refined gold and silver, and these customs have been maintained to this day.
The reason this coin shocked the shop owner so much was precisely because it shouldn't be there, or even anywhere else except near that dragon!
For a dragon, nothing but death can take money away from them.
But why would dragon coins appear on ordinary merchants?
The clothing store owner dared not think any further, feeling that his uncontrollable mind was straying further and further down the path of blasphemy.
"Bang bang bang..."
A series of knocks on the door startled the Dragonborn Village, who was resting early.
Who is it?
"It's me, it's me."
Hearing the sound of his vocal cords being compressed, the village chief knew it was the clothing store owner. He opened the door and looked down at the fat man:
"What's up?"
The short, stout half-dragon didn't say anything, but simply held up the silver coin in front of the village chief.
Almost the instant the village chief saw the pattern clearly, he understood why the other party was so panicked.
Inevitably, he also considered the possibility of blasphemy.
The village chief, feigning composure, looked at the clothing store owner:
How many are there in total?
Three.
Where did it come from?
"Those two merchants this afternoon."
Give me the money.
"Well."
The shop owner hurriedly handed over three silver dragon coins, as if afraid that he would burn his hand if he waited even a second longer.
The village chief took the silver coins and looked at the village's only clothing merchant:
"Go back to sleep."
"Clear."
The clothing merchant turned and left, while the shirtless village chief stood outside, his body rapidly Dragon Transformation.
This situation, where he didn't even have time to put on a shirt, felt somewhat familiar to him. When was it last time?
Oh, it was yesterday morning. Yesterday morning, even that apostate from the Tree Worship Church lost his composure like that.
This time, however, the situation seems even more critical than the last time...
At this moment, the village chief had no time to look at the dragon scale in the altar. Although the sacred object was part of the dragon's body, it could not quickly synchronize with the dragon's state because it was separated from the body.
Furthermore, if the dragon is only defeated or injured rather than dead, the dragon scale cannot be displayed very clearly.
Left with no other choice, the village chief had to go himself.
With a loud bang, the middle-aged half-dragon had vanished from the spot.
Over the past few decades, the village chief has walked this road thousands of times, but never before has he felt so flustered.
The half-dragon ran across the vast wilderness. His breathing was somewhat Disorder, not because he lacked strength, but because a terrible thought was taking root and growing in his mind.
Their master, that giant dragon, is the sole protector of the Dragonborn Village. If something were to happen to Him, the Dragonborn Village would be lucky to even survive a natural death.
The dark object on the horizon is growing larger and larger in my field of vision; it is the lair of our great master.
He darted into the narrow cave entrance at incredible speed, moving through it with ease without any visual aids.
Upon reaching the stone chamber at the end of the cave, he was about to offer a sacrifice of flesh and blood to open the stone door when he discovered that the stone door was wide open with a crack!
These phenomena only fueled the village chief's growing fear, until he reached out and pushed open the stone door, only to find the cave completely empty, finally confirming his suspicions.
Great master, Savior of Dragonborn Village, that dragon has utterly abandoned them!
The dragon they both loved and hated, respected and feared, no longer needed them, its kin!
Their village is finished!
At this moment, the village chief's emotions collapsed. He staggered, wailing, and finally collapsed to the ground.
However, his body did not come into contact with a stone floor, but rather with a wooden plank.
With a strange, drawn-out sob, the village chief wiped the dust off the wooden plank and, using the A Glimmer of Light, made out the words on it:
[Go out and have some fun. If you need anything, contact me at the castle.]