The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

Inside the city lord's mansion, Arnold was talking to a graceful woman with white hair.

Her skin is fair and supple, not at all rough as ordinary people are eroded by years of wind and frost.

"Cathy, I didn't expect you to bring me so many goods this time. I'm so happy."

Arnold smiled.

"Fortunately, our adventure group happened to meet a small frost giant tribe."

Kathy's face was frosty, as if talking to the person in front of her would have tainted her.

Arnold smiled but didn't agree, he didn't believe her nonsense.

As one of the overlords of the ice field, the Frost Giant is huge, and ordinary black iron and bronze warriors may not be able to easily defeat one.

Even if their adventure group were all gold-level members, the frost giant tribe of hundreds of people would not stand and let them catch them.

As for the legendary powerhouse, they basically disdain to do such a thing.

Arnold had already vaguely guessed Casey's identity, but he didn't care.

Because he needs more frost giants, so that he can keep the production of potions and continue to make money.

Killing a chicken to get its eggs is not what a smart person does.

"How many frost giants, our losses are also huge, what are you going to ask for this time?"

When it comes to money, Kathy's icy face is a little more human.

"Casey, we have cooperated so many times, and I also hope that our cooperation can continue, so let me increase your previous offer by 5%."

Arnold thought about it and decided to give them a taste first.

"If you can guarantee such a quantity next time, I can raise the price by another 5%."

"This is the next transaction."

Casey said coldly.

The deal was negotiated, and both stood up.

Arnold took out a ring containing a gold coin and put it lightly on Casey's hand.

"Don't rush to leave every time, life can still be a little more interesting."

Arnold quipped.

Casey is indeed a rare beauty in a place like the North Icefield.

"If you give me another five percent of the price alone, maybe I can consider staying tonight."

Casey caressed Arnold's large washbasin with her hand, and her icy face became a little more charming.

Dragons are inherently lewd, especially the worst white dragons.

"Haha, it's good to leave."

Arnold made a haha ​​to see off the guest.

Casey rolled his eyes at this miser, he was really not a man, he was more greedy for money than a dragon, and when he mentioned money, he was shy.

Afterwards, she left the city lord's mansion with a dozen young people, and on the way, she collided with Ansi Er, who was escorted by the order team.

Looking at a dozen people with such different temperaments, Ansier already knew in his heart that they were the white dragons in the Frost Nest.

Now that they have just completed the transaction and left, Ansair knows that he is not too late.

Kathy glanced at Ans El who was sitting on the carriage, but she didn't respond. She now just wanted to return to the Dragon's Nest safely.

The two teams passed by, and Ansi Er entered the city lord's mansion.

Arnold is immersed in the joy of completing a large order.

Hundreds of frost giants, how many potions can be made and how many golden coins can be sold!

"Sir City Lord, a very powerful priest came to the city today and can use the Holy Light. I brought him back, do you want to meet him now?"

The commander of the Order team reported to him.

"Priest?"

Arnold came back to his senses: "You did a good job, take him to the hall, and I'll see him in a while."

After the Captain of the Order Team received the approval and left with joy, Arnold showed a headache.

He is a member of an aristocratic family. He also studied in academies in the mainland in his early years, and naturally he has seen the ability of priests.

With the powerful recovery effect of Holy Light, although his potion can delay all injuries and pains, it is inevitable that the sales volume will be greatly reduced.

Arnold tidied up his instruments and walked towards the hall.

"Master Pastor, I didn't expect you to come back to our Winter City today. It's such an honor!"

Arnold walked towards Ans El who was sitting in the hall with enthusiasm.

"The city owner is very polite."

Ansel was pressed down by Arnold as soon as he stood up.

His strength is not small, and Ansel did not resist.

"Master Priest has worked hard with the Holy Light today, please have a good rest. I will arrange for them to cook some food from Winter City to entertain you."

"Don't waste it, Lord City Lord, I eat very simple."

Pretending to be a priest was a temporary intention. Ans El didn't even have a priest's robe, and now he can only pretend to be an ascetic practicing ascetic.

"It turns out that you are still an ascetic monk. I really neglected you."

Arnold was embarrassed, and only then did he notice the thin clothes on Ansel's body.

After some courtesies, Arnold pretended to invite: "I don't know how many days Pastor is going to stay in Winter City? If you want to build a church in our Winter City, I will give my full support."

Ansier waved his hand and said, "I will leave after a few days' rest."

Arnold was overjoyed, as long as he didn't want to live in Winter City for a long time, he could put it down.

But he still pretended to regret: "That's such a pity."

"When I came to Winter City, I heard that the city lord used a frost giant to make a magical potion, which could actually delay the outbreak of any injuries. Can the city lord show me a tour?"

Hearing that Ansel wanted to visit the place where the potion was made, Arnold hesitated and agreed. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

The Holy Light is the identity of a priest and cannot be faked. Just visit the making of the potion, there is no real recipe and there is nothing to lose.

Arnold took Ansier into the basement of the city lord's mansion, passed through a long and narrow passage, opened the magic barrier, and they entered a huge room.

Arnold lit the magic lamp, and Ansel felt a chill.

In front of the room are several pharmacists at work, as well as the lit pharmacy furnace, and behind it is a prison cell.

Ans El was a little curious before, the frost giants are several meters high, and humans are keeping them there.

Now, looking at the miserable situation in front of him, he finally has an answer.

I saw that these frost giants had their limbs cut off and lay on the ground, like big chunks of meat frozen in the refrigerator.

Only then did Ans El understand why Kungur would say that they had a full meal of frost giants before, but they were still able to sell them.

In order for them to survive and maintain the medicinal power of Bingxin, the icy magic circle froze their bodies and made them breathe a sigh of relief.

These frost giants looked at humans with anger, pain, and despair in their eyes.

Even Ans El was a little angry at the atrocities of the city lord.

After all, his proposition is to kill and not to torture.

Ignore Arnold's chatter along the way.

Ansier pointed to these frost giants and said angrily, "You are going too far. They are also lives. It is too cruel to do so."

Arnold saw that Ansair was angry and said quickly: "Master Priest, they are just beasts and aliens. Anyway, they are all dead, so why don't they do something for us."

There is no unselfish species.

Ansier closed his eyes: "I'm tired and want to go back to rest."