Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 44 Treasure Hunt Time
Looking at the remains of the dead dragon, Lord breathed a sigh of relief, and a feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart.

Just now, in order to maximize the power of his magic, he almost exhausted all his magic power, and he also consumed a lot of it when resisting the dragon's breath before.

Now he can't squeeze out even a drop.

Beside him, Celie noticed the tiredness on Lord's face and lowered her head, wondering what she was thinking.

For some reason, Lord always felt a chill.

Opposite the two of them, Som and a few others trotted over.

The shock wave caused by the previous violent explosion made several people even more embarrassed.

People like Noen who were lucky enough ran behind a big rock the moment they saw the beam of light appear, so they were not seriously injured.

But Som and Eric were in trouble.

He was knocked to the ground by the shock and rolled several times. When he got up, he was covered in dust.

However, their physically miserable state could not suppress their inner excitement. They came to the dragon's corpse and kept looking at it.

"Alas, it's all broken into pieces. These scales are basically useless."

Som couldn't help sighing as he looked at the debris on the ground. He was also thinking of using these scales to make a simple shield for himself.

He doesn't know how to make stronger forging techniques, and the best he can do is use the forging technology inherent in the dwarf's genes to do some simple processing.

But now it seems that this plan has failed, and at most only a few scales can be collected for collection.

"Now that this thing has become like this, is there any usable material?" Eric asked curiously, looking at the dragon head with only half of its head left.

"At least we have to collect the dragon blood."

Norn took out a simple water bottle from his backpack and wanted to collect the remaining blood in the corpse, but the animal skin water bottle was actually burned through by the dragon blood.

It seems that even if this dragon is dead, its blood temperature is still frighteningly high.

This is going to be troublesome.

Norn was a little distressed. Without dragon blood as a material, he could not make ink that would not fade. Moreover, the dragon blood that was flowing out was evaporating rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, which made him feel heartbroken.

"Is there any solution, Celie?"

Lord, who saw this scene, asked Celie. He didn't want all the efforts of himself and others to go to waste.

Celie shook her head, indicating she had no good ideas. However, as if she had thought of something, she said, "We could go to its lair. Dragons have a habit of collecting treasures. Perhaps we can find what we want there."

Everyone did not dare to hesitate and hurried towards the nest deep in the valley.

The spacious nest is filled with minerals of various colors, and the most eye-catching thing is the pile of gems of various colors that looks like a small mountain.

There were also some gold coins mixed in, and judging from the style, they were very similar to the ones Amuro gave him.

"I guess the dragon used these gems as a bed."

Norn speculated after carefully observing the appearance of the pile of gems.

"Doesn't it feel uncomfortable?" Eric was a little unconvinced.

These gems are of varying sizes, and just looking at them is unsettling. I wonder what peculiar hobby that dragon had that would use them as a mattress. "Who knows? My knowledge of dragons is limited to hearsay."

Celia, who was at the front of the group, walked straight past the colorful minerals and gems and came to an inconspicuous corner where many armors and weapons were placed.

However, the surface of these equipments are all rusty, obviously they have never been maintained. Some are even in a semi-damaged state and are basically unusable.

"What are these?" Lord also noticed the equipment and came forward to ask.

"The elves' bows and arrows, the dwarves' armor, and the Skywing's longswords—these were the equipment of those who died at the hands of this giant dragon."

Celie picked up an elven longbow and ran her fingers over the unrecognizable emblem on the bow. The bowstring had long since disappeared due to the erosion of time, but the bow made of a special wood still remained.

"Do you want to take it with you?"

"No need." Celie put down her longbow. "It's pointless. It's not as good as magic."

I just felt a little sad. If these elves used powerful magic instead of these weak bows and arrows, would the ending be different?
But unfortunately, not every elf can use magic.

Elves who cannot learn magic can either become powerful monks like Kraft, or become archers, which can also be considered to have some combat power.

"Then let them continue to rest here."

Lord also gave up the idea of ​​rummaging through this pile of equipment, mainly because these things looked almost all tattered at first glance, and there was really nothing worth rummaging through.

Again, anyone who could be killed by this dragon probably wouldn’t have very good equipment.

Lord felt that the plot in the novel where an adventurer holding a legendary holy sword fails at the hands of a dragon and then finds the holy sword himself would not normally happen to him.

Besides, there is no use for him to have that thing!
You can't let him go around chopping people like some old man with a white beard, a magic wand in one hand and a holy sword in the other, right?
At this moment, Som, who was rummaging through the gemstones, suddenly found a gleaming metal box. "Huh? Why is this thing here?"

Theoretically, this place should be full of gems and minerals. Som originally wanted to find some valuable materials from them, but unexpectedly he turned over something like a treasure chest.

This was a palm-sized silver-white box. Lord wanted to see what was inside but found that it could not be opened at all.

"Magic seal?" Celie noticed traces of magic on the box. "Let me try."

Celie took the metal box and used the simplest and most brutal method to forcibly break the magic seal on it. With a slight sound, a crack appeared in the box.

After opening it, there was a small piece of ore inside. Everyone looked at each other in confusion, completely confused as to what the charm of this black stone was that would be worth storing in such a sealed box.

When asked, Som also said that he had never seen this kind of ore.

In this case, everyone had to put the stone away first and free up the box to collect dragon blood.

The box is made of special metal that can withstand the temperature of dragon blood.

Everyone left the dragon's nest. Lord picked up some beautiful gems, and the dwarf Thorm filled a large bag with precious ores. It was obvious that his forging skills were terrible, and no one knew what he needed so much ores for.
Eric, carrying a bag full of gems, muttered, "So, can these gems be exchanged for anything?"

"I don't know, but I have to give it a try."

Norn didn't take much, just picked some gems and gold coins and put them in his pockets, which was in stark contrast to Eric.

As for Celia, she took nothing.

She looked down upon everything in the dragon's lair; she simply wanted to accomplish the feat of killing the dragon.

(End of this chapter)