Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 32 Going Home
Despite his tough talk, Loren obediently returned to the place where he had hidden the Tier 1 magic crystal armor.

After warming up the tattered clothes once more, he put them on and walked step by step towards the outside world.

Even though this journey is not far for a monk.

With the aid of flight, invisibility, and short-range teleportation, Loren might be able to leave the buffer zone very soon.

Considering the speed and the local population density, the risk is actually very low.

Even so, Loren still didn't intend to take that risk.

After all, this is a buffer zone.

Who knows what these purely gray-area residents might have in their hands, or just how nervous they are?

He's a complete stranger in this place!
What if they pull out a Tier 3 or higher magic crystal cannon equipped with anti-stealth capabilities and capable of overclocking, and blast themselves down with one shot?
Since there are relatively safe unspoken rules, it's best to follow them.

Knowing when to be reckless and when to be timid, and utilizing the most important rule among the known rules, is Loren's summary of the laws of survival.

Based on his experience in the city, he concluded that in most parts of the city, individual force is less than federal law, and even less than the city's upper-level power.

Did he dare to storm the city's thieves' lair in one go because he thought he was invincible?
No, it's because the thief organization is unlikely to be equipped with magic crystal armor.

Aside from the inspectors, if anyone wore that thing while walking around the city, even passing dogs would give it a second glance, so who would steal it?

If the other party were someone who collects protection money, Loren felt he would have to think twice before making a move.

Even without the magic crystal armor, relying on the red dragon's body, he could still find time to call the police, even if he couldn't win the fight.

A gang of notorious thieves who frequent the downtown area, and a tourist named Red Dragon who was lured there by a threatening text message...

One of them is a minor, a federally protected Class II animal...

As long as the inspector is not blind and has a sound mind, he will know which side to help and which person to listen to.

At this point, the law is on his side, so he naturally abides by the law.

And when Loren pulls it out of the bag, it might provoke the lawless wood elf druid...

It doesn't matter which side the law is on.

After all, the law is unlikely to protect him anymore.

Of course, they couldn't protect the opposing Speed ​​Hands Brotherhood either.

So Loren didn't hesitate to kill him, gambling on the wood elf's identity, and made a fortune from it.

So even though flying and teleportation spells are more convenient and faster at this moment, and there's a high probability of not encountering a sudden attack, Loren still chose to slowly drive this dilapidated car back.

He encountered no trouble along the way and once again left the buffer zone smoothly.

His observations of pedestrians on the street further increased his belief in the credibility of this rule.

Finally, when Loren sensed a change in the external magic, he jumped out of the dilapidated vehicle that offered no driving experience whatsoever.

“If it weren’t for the fact that it’s really hard to find junk like you at this price, I would definitely melt you down and sell you for scrap metal.”

After coming out, the little red dragon muttered a curse.

However, he still took out the standard magic crystal block from the back of the broken item, swallowed the broken item back into his stomach, and put it away again, since he would need it again next time.

Originally priced at 100,000 coins, now 2,800 coins after 18 sales. Even scrap yards might not be able to find one that's actually running.

He's only aged a little bit, well, just a little bit.

Seeing that no one was around, Loren then used his flight and invisibility spells to fly towards the treehouse on the deserted street.

His magic crystal terminal is still inside the house.

After all this trouble, more than a day has passed; Morris should reply by now. Loren stood in that familiar spot, once again grasping at the air.

After confirming that casting invisibility, psychological invisibility, or clone spells would have no effect on the appearance or existence of the doorknob, Loren sighed and used a spell to open the door of the cabin.

What exactly is the principle behind this?

Today, Loren was still muttering to himself.

The environment within the demiplane was as usual, with various flowers and plants nestled beneath tall, imitation oak trees.

Because this demiplane is essentially a fragment of the existence of Verdant City, and because it shares similarities with Verdant City in terms of light waves, sunlight can pass through the transparent dome of the demiplane.

And because it is an enclosed space, the temperature inside rises rapidly under the morning sun, like a hot room or steam room.

But for a red dragon that naturally loves heat, this temperature is like a gentle spring breeze in the human world.

It was still a bit cold, but just right.

Loren's form began to change rapidly, and he transformed into his original form, his fiery red dragon scales shimmering in the warm sunlight.

He opened his mouth and began to cleanse the talent space within his body.

He first took out the broken magic crystal armor and threw it aside in a corner.

Then, from the inside of his body, he spat out all the rough magic crystal ore and raw ore he had brought back onto the lawn.

Under the sunlight, the ore piled up into a gleaming little mountain.

While at the mine, Loren used the excuse of showing his achievements to his superiors to bring back all the magic crystal ore that had not yet been completely cleared out through blasting.

After all, for him, it's just something to eat and to increase his body's magic power, so there's no need to refine it so much.

"The scent of magic".

Loren sniffed, gazing at the beautiful scenery before him with an expression of utter delight.

As a poor dragon, this was the first time he had ever fought such a wealthy battle.

The magic power from the magic crystal ore I ate at the last meal hasn't been fully digested yet, and there's already so much more for the next meal.

"Hurry up and put on the anti-magic handcuffs to process this. While you're at it, check if Morris has written to me and if I've found a job."

Thinking this, Loren flapped his wings and flew up to the wooden house upstairs.

He pushed open the door in the bedroom with his dragon claws, grabbed his magic crystal terminal that he had turned off and left with his mage's hand, and just before leaving, he saw the note he had left for himself about the wilderness.

"After leaving, I should still remember the wilderness well, right?"

Loren began to fall into deep thought.

As a mage, Loren was certain that his memories had not been altered, disordered, or exhibited any abnormal sudden memories.

He was certain that he had not experienced any memory abnormalities while entering the buffer zone and the demiplane, and that his previous knowledge of the wilderness had remained intact.

"But I subconsciously ignored the note."

Loren grew increasingly silent; things seemed even stranger than he had imagined.

"Forget it, I don't want to."

Loren flew outside while manipulating the magic crystal terminal with his mage's hand.

It was a rare opportunity, and the weather outside was exceptionally fine. If there was still no news from Morris, he planned to practice his martial arts for a while.

We'll use that pile of magic crystal ore outside.

(End of this chapter)