Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 303 Golden Dragon's Farewell

"It's over," Faramar clapped his hands, turned around again, and picked up the abandoned Infernal Saddle on the ground. "It seems that after so many years, he is exhausted."

"This is the first time I've heard of a Death Knight feeling 'tired'." Gillianis put away the sword-shaped force field and walked closer. "What about you? Do you feel tired?"

"If I had a choice, I would rather turn to dust long ago," Faramar looked at this moon elf he had never seen before, "Are you the new consultant hired by our lord? Judging from your skills, you should be in charge of training matters, right?"

"Gillenis Galanold," the moon elf extended her hand in a friendly manner, but Faramar, holding a set of saddles, could not respond with the corresponding courtesy. "If necessary, I am also willing to take on some of the training work, but in terms of the agreed functions of the agreement, I am considered a researcher."

"This is the first time I've seen a 'researcher' with such swordsmanship." Faramar muttered. She herself was also a spellcaster and a warrior, but her choices in main and secondary were exactly the opposite of Gillianis's.

But even if swordsmanship was her weakness, the elves' long lifespan was enough for her to train it to perfection - during the centuries when Faramar was sealed, Gillianis was a completely free person.

"Congratulations, it seems you have recovered all your parts, huh?" Khaoga's wings folded behind him. As the demon walked towards Faramar, his eyes were full of fighting spirit. "From now on, we will probably be colleagues. Eternal life is a gift. You will understand this in the years to come."

"But that's all for later. I have received an order from His Highness. You have to wait here for a while. After I collect my share of the Yuanyin this time, we will return to Purgatory together."

The succubus's eyes fell on the saddle in Faramar's hand; "This saddle no longer has an owner. His Highness wants to give it to you directly. You just need to go through the procedures when you return. If you are not good at cavalry warfare, you can also hand it in. Let me think... I can probably exchange it for a dozen soul coins."

"What is the purchasing power of soul coins in the Abyss and Purgatory?" Ron couldn't help but ask when he heard this currency mentioned again, "For example, if I want to buy a kilogram of hell iron, how many coins do I need to get what I want?"

"That's hard to say," Kaojia glanced at Ron with a playful look in his eyes. "Grand Duke Mammon on the third floor is responsible for the manufacture and circulation of soul coins, and he is also responsible for regulating the specific purchasing power."

"But you know, soul coins are mainly because of the souls inside them. Once the souls are released or used up, the currency loses its value. In the numerous planes, countless soul coins are consumed every minute for various reasons, and Mammon's regulation changes at any time. Therefore, if you really have soul coins, my advice is not to buy them at the 'market price', or you will be heavily in debt. If you really want Hell Iron, why not make a deal with me? It will definitely be much more cost-effective."

"In that case, I'd better keep it," Faramar fiddled with the saddle in his hand. "I remember that this can summon nightmares, right? How can I summon it?"

"Of course you have to catch one yourself!" Kaojia laughed gleefully, "Don't worry, we don't have to trick you in this regard. Go catch a nightmare yourself, capture it alive, subdue it, and put on the saddle. This is a necessary test for every nightmare rider with a purgatory saddle. If you want to gain a truly recognized status in Purgatory, I suggest you do it as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, other devils will gossip about you behind your back: 'Look, that mortal actually dreams of having a place in Purgatory? She can't even get her own mount!'" Faramar snorted coldly: "Don't try to provoke me, or I might break your record for catching nightmares!"

"The slowest record?" Kaojia obviously didn't like this new colleague very much, and sarcastically said, "The current living record holder took 1,300 years to tame a nightmare. You still have a lot of work to do!"

Seeing that the future colleagues were about to fight on the spot, the dwarf Rurik woke up on the back of the golden dragon and ended the conflict in time. Khaoga's attention quickly shifted to the dwarf. To Ron's relief, the dwarf completed his task excellently, and the Devil did not make a wasted trip in the first transaction.

But at this moment, Jin Long motioned Ron to the other side, saying that he wanted to say something to Ron.

"In the days ahead, I'm afraid I'll have to entrust Exuri to you," Jin Long said straight to the point without any politeness. "After observing you for so long, I'm sure you're someone worthy of entrusting him to. Although he may not be able to continue to practice Jin Long's ideals, under your care, he can at least keep a kind heart..."

"Wait a minute," Ron interrupted him quickly, "What do you mean? Why do you act like I'm asking you to help me? Did the lich's arrow really hurt you?"

After all, the Lich is the ultimate mastermind in most of the stories of the Tavern Bard. Although that guy is like a small shrimp in front of the Demon Lord and the Devil Duke, his actual power should not be underestimated.

"Lich? No, no, no, it has nothing to do with that guy," Jin Long blinked, denying Ron's idea, "I had to leave because I had other duties to fulfill."

"During my adventure with my wizard friend, I discovered some very suspicious clues, so I had to verify them. Please believe me, I have nothing to hide, because I cannot confirm it myself."

The golden dragon was still in its original form. Ron couldn't understand the dragon's facial expression. "I may need to go to many places and ask many people for confirmation, so I will be away for a long time. Exuri is still young. Although his origin as a chromatic dragon makes him self-reliant, we can't risk him returning to his nature, right?"

"Well... okay, I will take good care of him, you can rest assured about that." Ron hesitated. He always felt that Jin Long had something else in mind, but since the other party didn't say it, he had no way to ask, "How long will you be gone?"

"It could be as short as a few years, or as long as... maybe this will be the last time you see me in this life," Jin Long seemed to be smiling, "but please rest assured, I will definitely come to see you off at your funeral."

(End of this chapter)