Chapter 47 - Aire City
Soon after, a rumor began to circulate in some towns on the edge of the Hessian Kingdom.
The merchant road to the Kingdom of Lane was inhabited by an evil dragon, which had black scales on its back and red scales on its belly, strong and fierce and ferocious.
He specializes in robbing the passers-by, merchant houses.
Will they brutally killed, devoured, robbed of treasure!
The dragon has tens of thousands of Gentar!
Golden gold coins, spread all over the grassland!
If someone can kill it, they can become rich in one day! A lifetime of glory and riches.
Rumors began to spread and radiated to the surrounding area.
But those who really dare to challenge the evil dragon, but not a short time to appear!
And the reason is simple!
If it was just a solitary dragon, then many adventurers might have the confidence.
But a dragon lord with dependents, not ordinary people willing to touch the bad luck!
Don't look at these half-orcs, elves in front of Rand unbeatable.
This is entirely because they are Rand restrained to death.
Dragons are natural weapons of war.
Their defensive capabilities can counter most ordinary attacks.
Dragon breath can cause ranged kill damage to a large number of enemies.
But Orcs and elves face ordinary humans, that will certainly explode with amazing strength!
They can kill the enemy with a stick, a hammer and an arrow!
You just let a group of four or five people, level 12, 13 adventuring group to deal with this group of Orcs, elves are not necessarily able to please!
But this group of four or five people, level 12 or 13 adventuring group to deal with Rand a dragon, that may be a successful crusade!
At least Rand can be repulsed!
This is the problem of restraint.
The dragon never fears a group of ants, their enemies, only a few elite.
Want to wait for a, or a group of adventurers who dare to challenge the evil dragon, is not a simple matter, the edge of the town's nobles, the strength is also generally quite weak than the central kingdom.
But as time goes on, Dwarf Bloodhammer and the spell caster believe that there will definitely be brave people who dare to wield the slaughter knife to the evil dragon.
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Meanwhile.
Agamf has long since recovered from his wounds, with a few human guards, and a group of for dozens of elves, fifteen Orcs, into the Kingdom of Lain, Viscount Ireland, the city of Aire.
This is a population of tens of thousands of people, quite prosperous town, a row of European medieval style mud and stone houses stand among them.
At this moment, it was close to night.
On the central street, rows of magic lights have been turned on, emitting a soft white light to illuminate the way for pedestrians.
A well-dressed blond man, is hurrying forward.
Quickly arriving in front of a huge opera house, the man immediately pulled out ten silver rags and said to the two men hawking theater tickets at the entrance.
"Give me a front-row seat in the [Strictly Come Dancing]! Preferably the tenth one on the left! Only in this seat! Miss Susan will be the first to gaze at me!"
"Mr. Hal, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't make your wish come true, the front row seats are already sold out."
The ticket clerk had an apologetic look on his face.
"What? Sold out? Didn't I tell you before! To save me a ticket for the front row?" The blond man Hal got a little angry.
"It can't be helped, originally I wanted to save it for you, but you are aware of Lord Agamov's request for a front row ticket, the highest bidder gets it." The ticket salesman explained.
"The highest bidder will get ... you mean, now ten silver rabbits are already the lowest price?" Hal's breathing couldn't help but get a little ragged and his face hardened.
"I'm sorry, yes."
"Damn! Are those guys crazy! They're willing to pay that much money for a seat! Did they get all their money from the wind?"
Hal couldn't help but curse.
You should know that one silver lapp can be exchanged for one hundred copper plates.
And in this world, one copper plate can almost buy one black bread.
Two black bread is definitely enough for an ordinary man to have a meal.
It is a sweet white bread, the price is only five coins.
A cup of milk with honey is only fifteen coins.
A bottom worker's annual salary is only 50 to 60 silver rubles.
Ten silver rubles, enough to cover the salary of a low-level worker for more than two months.
At this price, it was more than enough to see five operas with first row seats every time.
"I'm sorry! Mr. Harr." The ticket salesman continued to apologize.
"Hahahaha~ Hal! If you don't have any money, you should cry and go back to your father! Then maybe there would be money to buy tickets!"
A snickering voice came.
Making the angry Hal turn his head to look, it was a man with a somewhat fat body, hair with a slight burgundy tinge, and an age of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, nearly ten years older than Hal!
Hal knew him, his name was Dale!
Like himself, he was an avid fan of [Strictly Come Dancing], but unlike himself, this fucking fat guy was a disgusting, full-blown asshole!
He was a little more generous than his father and had a little more pocket money, so he was against him all day long!
Each time, in the front position, with his disgusting pig eyes desecrate the beautiful elf dancer! Susan! What a fucking scumbag!
This bastard does not know that Susan will vomit when she sees you like this pig?
Hal's face is very gloomy, but also did not go to fight with the other side of the mouth, can only retreat to buy the second row of seats, even so, the price is a full 8 silver rab!
Get the ticket, he could not wait to run in.
Dale, who did not get a response, grunted coldly and stepped into the opera house as well.
Enough to accommodate two or three hundred people in the opera house, at the moment has sat down most of the people, these people are, without exception, are some men.
They are flamboyantly dressed and well-dressed.
The age group varies from twelve to sixty or seventy.
Each and every one of them is staring at the stage with eyes full of expectation.
Even if at this moment there is still a full quarter of an hour before the performance of the [Strictly Come Dancing]!
Hal's arrival drew the attention of many people in the vicinity, who were usually mostly in these few positions.
One young man with brown hair looked at Hal and couldn't help but snicker.
"Yo! Hal! How come you're sitting in the second row today? This is no money? If so, Miss Susan can't feel your love!"
"Shut up! Robert! My love for Miss Susan! More than anyone can imagine!
Do you own a photo album of Miss Susan? Do you own her dolls? Do you have her autograph? I have all the latest models! You don't have them, do you? How dare you bark in front of me like that?"
Hal's red face, eyes almost spitting fire, angrily rebuked.
"Hey, hey! Of course I don't have it, but I like Miss Britney! Compared to Susan, I think she's a little more beautiful and sexy." The man who was addressed as Robert laughed.