"How about it? The quality of the pearls I harvested is not bad, right?"
Noah looked at the young man in front of him, who was dripping wet from head to toe, with a smug smile on his face, then looked down at the courtyard garden filled with pearls, each of which was perfectly round and could be used to make jewelry.
"Just these?"
The golden light of the sunrise gilded the young man, making his silhouette appear tall. But the young dragon only felt that this man had a certain naive quality of his youth, which even two years of experience hadn't shaken off. This guy probably spent the whole night soaking in the water.
"You probably don't even have 300 pounds here, not even a tenth of what I requested."
"Huh?!"
The man, who had hoped to hear some praise, was instantly dumbfounded. These scattered pearls on the ground, each picked by his own hands, should have been more than enough compensation for a night's labor.