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Chapter 1065 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (52)

The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (Fifty-Two)

"What? How many bottles did you say you sold?"

Song Ning, who was no longer so lazy, was cleaning his warehouse. After clearing out the goods the day before yesterday, his warehouse was empty. Even his magic storage space was empty. Apart from the gold coins, silver coins and copper coins piled up in small hills of different heights, there were only his strategic reserve materials for raising dragons.

Lance took off a black apron and put it on, then drove Song Ning out and started working.

"All one hundred bottles are sold out, and someone wants to reserve five thousand. I was afraid you were too tired to agree, so I took a deposit of one hundred yuan first."

After he said that, he took out a purse and threw it to Song Ning.

"Clap."

The purse weighed heavily in his hand. Song Ning knew without even looking that there must be more than a thousand gold coins in it.

This is a thousand gold coins!

He took a deep breath, opened the bag and looked inside.

The golden light almost blinded his eyes. Song Ning stared at it again and again, and it took a while before he growled in disbelief.

"Did you really sell it? Didn't you inherit the private money of your clan?"

There are rumors that although dragons are all misers, dragons without offspring will leave their property to their younger generations. Maybe Lance actually inherited the legacy of a dragon?

Song Ning struggled to think, and was really unwilling to admit that he had been around for several years but still didn't have a dragon, and was still a capable young dragon.

"Same clan? No, there are no dragons other than me now."

Lance stated this fact calmly, and quickly cleared out the warehouse using both magic and physical techniques.

"Tsk, you dragons are really a cheating clan."

Song Ning felt jealous at the speed. If it were him, he probably wouldn't be able to finish cleaning up the mess before dark. The dragon clan was truly a perverted clan. Not only was their dragon language magic almost omnipotent, but they were also immune to magic and their scales were extremely hard.

It's like a cheat setting. If it were... it would definitely be complained that it's too outrageous and abnormal and needs to be weakened.

The thought flashed by, and Song Ning tried to grasp something but failed.

His attention quickly returned to the bag of gold coins. "Is there really anyone who can afford so many potions? Even if it's only 5,000 bottles, selling too many at once would be pointless, right? Otherwise, it's just starvation marketing..."

He paused. Hunger marketing?

Lance disagreed. "I asked, and it's not a lot. In fact, if the Temple of Light doesn't sell any bottles for a day, then another 50,000 bottles wouldn't be a lot."

Song Ning took out a gold coin and held it up to take a picture. The color was really tempting and he liked it.

"What do you mean? Who else but a mercenary would buy this?"

Lance: "Nobles, even wealthy families, would stockpile a bottle or two. While the price of a gold coin is high, it's still better than kneeling before the statue of the God of Light for three days and three nights, then donating all your wealth just to get a bottle of 'holy water,' right?"

Song Ning stopped biting the gold coin, turned his head, his face full of solemn and complex emotions.

"What did you say?"

Lance repeated it again, this was a little gossip that old Weems and the others had added.

But it is not difficult to see that when this matter is mentioned, even big brothers like old Wims and Ray can hardly conceal the anger, dissatisfaction and resentment deep in their hearts.

That resentment was not directed at anyone else, but at the Church of Light, which was always preaching God's love for the world. The actions of the Temple had obviously made these mercenaries completely disappointed with the Church of Light. Not only them, but many people who were as disappointed as them had been in recent years.

After hearing what Lance said, Song Ning's eyes, which were full of joy when he looked at the gold coins, changed. "Is what you said true?"

"It can't be fake."

After listening to what old Wims and his group said, he lurked around and collected some information, and found that it was indeed true.

It is said that the conditions are even more stringent now. If there is someone in the family who is not a believer in the God of Light, then even if you spend all your money, you will not be able to obtain the "holy water".

But even so, there are still countless people who have no way to seek help and can only give up everything and beg for help, and then face despair.

“…That’s too much.”

Song Ning murmured, "I know those guys are not good people, but they are really going too far now."

He had dealt with the people from the Temple of Light before. At that time, there were many people who made him feel disgusted, but there were also many good people.

But what about now? Is the current Temple of Light still the same as before?

Song Ning was very suspicious.

"That's excessive. If Ningning cares about this, we can sell more recovery potions."

Lance sat next to him and reached out to hold Song Ning's hand.

Although I don’t know why the Temple of Light did this, there are ways to break the deadlock.

The cool temperature on his hand pulled Song Ning out of his thoughts. He looked down and didn't care about Long holding his hand. Instead, he was surprised.

"Why are your hands so cold? Are dragons actually cold-blooded?"

Lance: “…”

"I don't know, but if you like it hot, I can do that too."

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature of his palm changed noticeably. Song Ning's expression became even more curious. "They can really change freely? The dragon race is indeed a fantasy species. It's really amazing."

Compared with the dragon clan, humans seem unremarkable.

"It's too hot, let's cool it down a bit."

Knowing that Lance had this ability, Song Ning was not polite at all. He even ordered Lance to turn back into a dragon to generate heat, and then put the dragon directly into his arms and used it as a hand warmer.

"If I had known you had this feature, I would have enjoyed it earlier."

It's so comfortable, it even makes me want to sleep.

But he only lay there for a while before he began to seriously discuss the sale of recovery potions with Lance.

"The potion isn't difficult to make. You can help me make it later and see how much you can make in a day. I've never tried making it in large quantities before, but fortunately, it's not a hassle."

Song Ning made the arrangements and Lance nodded.

After the two of them agreed, Song Ning didn't ask Lance how to deliver the goods, but just told Long to cook.

That’s right, just like Long himself said, use the dragon more. Now Song Ning has gradually developed many uses for the dragon, and cooking is one of them.

I can’t say anything else, but at least Long’s cooking tastes much better than what he cooks himself.

After making dinner for Song Ning and eating together, Lance followed Song Ning to a room in the basement.

Before opening the door, Song Ning held the door handle and turned to look at him with a mysterious look.

"Are you ready? This is the first time someone has come into my studio. You're the first one."

Lance was startled, then bowed slightly.

"It would be my pleasure."