Chapter 156 I Hate Bards (Second update, please subscribe)
Seeing these people talking in a few words, they imagined the whole thing as a conspiracy between Bertorgas and the Dragon Cult, Zuo Si’s eyes flashed A playful smile that is hard to detect.
You don’t need to ask to know that this is exactly the effect he tried every means to achieve.
Now that the Dragon Cult, a well-known evil organization, is taking the blame, basically no one will doubt Wilmes.
While Zuo Si was secretly thinking about how to make use of the complete dragon corpse in front of him, Count Wicks Targett finally finished discussing the possible threats posed by the Dragon Worship Cult with several priests of good gods. , immediately came over and solemnly put one hand on his chest and bowed.
"Your Excellency Soth. Please allow me to express my most sincere gratitude to you on behalf of all the residents of Mailatma City and my own family. Without you, I really don't know how bad the results would be."< br>
"You're welcome. After all, isn't it just to solve these troubles that you paid to hire me?" Zuo Si responded with a smile.
“Although I said that, I actually didn’t have high expectations at the time.
I just thought I could weaken this monster army a little bit.
But you didn't just destroy this monster army of astonishing proportions
And they also killed their master, a powerful and evil red dragon, as well as members of the Dragon Cult who had colluded with the red dragon.
As an extra thank you, I will hire the most famous bard in the Kingdom of Tethyr to write a song about your feats and sing it throughout Faerûn. ”
When he said these words, Earl Weeks Targett’s expression and tone were full of sincerity.
In his eyes, such a gesture from a local lord Publicizing someone's achievements and reputation is the treatment that almost all adventurers and mercenaries dream of getting.
After all, reputation is sometimes more important than wealth and power in Faerûn.
For example, let's say the lord or ruling class of a certain city wants to hire powerful adventurers to help them solve a difficult problem.
Then the first thing they will consider must be those adventure teams with a certain reputation.
Because these people have successful experience in handling similar situations, even if they do not do well, the situation will not worsen.
But that is not necessarily the case for teams that are not famous but are equally strong.
The latter may complete the task neatly, or it may completely mess up.
In order to avoid risks, it is usually impossible for risk-takers and teams without a certain reputation to be trusted.
But the problem is that Zuo Si is not from this world. His way of thinking and values are completely different. He refused without even thinking about it: "Please don't do this. If there are people in this world, What I hate most is the bards and the stories they tell. I hate being famous, and I don’t want to be someone’s talk. "
"What?"
< br>Earl Wicks Targett was stunned for a moment.
Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that his kindhearted counterpart would not only not appreciate it, but would actually show an expression of extreme disgust.
"If you really want to express your gratitude, you can choose to give me more rewards, or additional magic items, scrolls and books. In short, don't ask for any bards. Just the opposite! You'd better order not to allow any No one can tell the truth about tonight."
After saying this, Zuo Si ignored the other party's reaction, took out a scalpel made of fine gold from his bag, and walked straight to Bertot. In front of Garth's body.
Then in full view of everyone, he carefully poked into the "back door" of the red dragon, and cut a slit along the most vulnerable part of the body, extending to the end of the tail.
After all this was done, he began to peel off the tail's leather bit by bit, all the way down to the underlying skin and muscles.
The whole process went smoothly without causing even the slightest damage to the integrity of the dragon skin.
After peeling off the tail, Zuo Si also started from the "back door" and cut along the relatively delicate scale texture of the abdomen until he reached the lower jaw of the dragon head.
Finally peel the skin of the body and wings along the incision on the abdomen.
In less than fifteen minutes, he completely skinned a mature red dragon.
Except for the dragon wing which was damaged to a certain extent during the battle, other parts are very complete.
According to the standard body shape of most humans, these dragon skins are enough to make at least four sets of full-body heavy armor and six sets of soft-skin light armor.
As for dragon horn, it is one of the best materials for making weapons and staffs.
In addition, during the skinning process, Zuo Si also collected a large amount of dragon blood, which made the old mage on the side look envious.
Not only the old mage, but also many priests, warriors, and knights present looked with extremely longing eyes.
But unfortunately, according to convention, this dragon was killed by Zuo Si, so the ownership of the loot belongs to him. No matter how much others want a piece of the pie, they can only endure it honestly.
Even if some guys have evil intentions, when they see the desert environment around them, they will immediately think of the terrifying chaotic magic storm before, and eventually reason will defeat greed.
In this way, everyone watched Zuo Si skinning, cramping, and digging out the internal organs of a dragon. Finally, even the skeleton was cleaned and dismantled, stuffed into dimensional bags, and packed away.
The only thing that has no use value is the dragon meat that is randomly discarded on the ground.
Different from the "big tonic" dragon meat mentioned in some gossips, although this thing is not poisonous, it will not kill anyone if eaten. At most, it will cause diarrhea.
But the taste is really not that unpleasant.
After all, the dragon itself is a magical creature, and its muscles contain a large number of elements when alive.
Take the red dragon as an example. The fire element contained in the muscles will make the meat hard, old and full of spicy taste that cannot be described in words.
Even more than ten times scarier than the hottest devil pepper.
It’s easy to choke just by smelling it, let alone eating it cooked.
This is clearly recorded in the book "Guide to Cooking Dragons (Five Color Evil Dragons Only)" written by Elminster himself.
But there is no shortage of “warriors” in the world who dare to try new things.
A few young people who had fantasies about dragon meat picked up a few pieces from the ground and hung them under the saddle. It seemed that they planned to go back and have a taste.
Zuo Si sincerely hopes that they will not have gastrointestinal cramps, convulsions, or chrysanthemum residue after eating.
And the spiciness of red dragon meat does not end when it is excreted, but will last for several days or even more than a week.
In fact, eating the meat of any kind of dragon requires taking considerable risks.
Those with weaker physiques may die suddenly after just two bites.
As for the magic items carried by members of the Dragon Worship Cult, Zuo Si didn't keep any of them. He simply drained the magic energy and threw it away.
God knows if the magic items these guys are carrying can be tracked.
He has enough troubles now, and he doesn’t want to get into trouble with those lunatics from the Dragon Worship Cult.
After finishing these trivial matters, Zuo Si just made an excuse, left everyone's sight, and went deep into the woods alone.
Wilmes, who had been waiting there for a long time, immediately stood up and asked: "How was it? Did the plan succeed? Is Bertorgas dead?"
Zuo Si nodded without thinking: "Yes. . The plan was successful.
Now everyone in Mailatma believes that Bertorgas and his Dragon Cult allies are behind the whole incident.
As for himself, It has now become leather, bones, internal organs and blood, contained in this dimensional bag
By the way, how are Rhett and the soldiers doing now?”
"I'm sorry, your summoned creature was too seriously injured and probably can't be saved.
I noticed that the blood in his body seemed to exude a little aura of red dragon blood.
If there is no accident, it should be because when the blood-sucking sword penetrated Bertorgas' body, it absorbed his blood that was boiling and full of fire element energy.
As for this half-orc. , although the fall was heavy and there was some bleeding in the internal organs, he managed to hold on.
If you have a healing potion, you should be able to wake him up by giving him a bottle.”
After saying that, Wilmes pointed to Rhett, who was lying on the ground not far away and moaning softly, as well as the soldier who was motionless, his whole body covered with melted and cooled metal, and his skin turned dark red.
The latter's breathing and heartbeat were even weak enough to be considered dead.
In fact, his ability to hold on until now has far exceeded Zuo Si's expectations.
After all, it was the flaming breath of a mature red dragon that was eaten head-on.
Although various protective spells and potions have offset part of the power, the remaining part is still enough to easily burn a person to ashes.
(End of this chapter)