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After leaving the dungeon, he rode Mr. Bell, who had become a form of flight, on his way back to King's Capital.

A pitch-black dragon with four wings. Most importantly, the figure is modest as that of a child dragon. If you do, you don't have to enlarge the figure.

The sound of the wind is loud. Flying in the sky means fighting wind pressure, and my hair and food robes are in the wind. Originally, the windscreen magic was used to mitigate its effects because it was difficult to open the mouth.

I relaxed and watched the sunset sky and I heard a mutilating beast coming from behind.

Turning his gaze, he saw a flying body with a brown scale - Wyburn approaching.

A creature very similar to a dragon, but different from a dragon. The head is a dragon, the arms are not wings of a dragon, it's called a flying dragon.

The wings are more than ten meters wide. The wings that sound like bassa bassa have something medium dynamic to them.

... Apparently, I'm going to be able to fight this one.

Unlike dragons that may or may not have advanced intelligence, Wyburn is basically considered retarded.... at least you know when it comes to the beastliness that sticks in when you find prey.

"Jin, I'm willing to go over there, but what are you gonna do?

With his magic thoughts, he listens without the way Mr. Bell panicked. Wyburn is feared as a high ranking warcraft in the general society, but both me and Mr. Bell have honestly fought enough to get tired of seeing the Flying Dragon.

"Honestly, you're a pain in the ass.... Hey, Mr. Bell, can I take care of him?

'Fine, it's Wyburn. I can peel off the material. I'm not gonna do it, okay?

"Um, it's also a hassle to dismantle"

Nevertheless, there's only a high ranking Warcraft, and it's going to be gold. If you can hunt, there's nothing wrong with hunting.

'All right. It moves a little flashy, but I'll put him down soon!

With that said, Mr. Bell turned to a sharp rise.

I cling to Mr. Bell's back. Even though I'm flying relatively low, I'm just not sorry if they shake me off. If you get slammed to the ground at high speed, you die instantly.

The Wyburn coming after me, unable to cope with that surge, passed Mr. Bell and me. Draw an arc, and the heavens and the earth flip. Having decided to inmelman-turn, Mr. Bell, as he circles behind Wyburn, falls across its back and eats it all at once.

"There you go. Well, su!

At the next moment, the giant black dragon's head opened wide open, eating and tearing the back off Wyburn's back all at once.

Wyburn, who crashed, had lost half his body and was in despair.

That's Mr. Bell, who was banged by a bulimic king. More than half of them were clean and refreshed by one hand.

Me and Mr. Bell down on the ground. Because it is a flying dragon, it can be dismantled and stripped to recover material. Remove the knife for demolition from the leather bag (storage).

The reddish body is an all-fire attribute material knife with the fangs of the once defeated Fire Dragon on the blade, also with the bones of the Fire Dragon on the base, used to grip the scales of the Fire Dragon, plus an orb of fire attributes for magic supply. It is called "Fire Dragon Fang" as it stands because of its particular name.

If magic is poured through the orb, the blade melts simultaneously with heat to increase the sharpness. I'm sorry about the burn when I touch the detour, but the grip (handle) made by processing the scales of the fire dragon resistant to the fire does not heat through the hand.

Dismantling, dismantling. Wow, even half of this is a hassle to dismantle.

So I recovered teeth and nails like fangs, some Wyburn scales, a little meat, and Mr. Bell ate the rest.... I laugh bitterly at Mr. Bell's bottomlessness in saying what a mess this evening is just after eating a flying dragon that is far bigger than his own body.

There was an unexpected encounter, but me and Mr. Bell returned safely to Wang Capital watching a burning sunset on our left.

Beyond the meadows that stretched everywhere, the sun setting across the horizon and the sky changing from red to purple and into the darkness of night were also mysterious.

The next day, before going to the Adventurer's Guild, we visited a magic tool shop in the King's Capital. To sell the magic stones I got from the big spider in the great cavity to cover my living expenses.

The Magic Tool Store, as its name suggests, deals with magic tools.

Pendants and accessories with demonic stones and orbs, talismans engraved with magic lettering, paper and cloth woven with special magic fibres, decorations mimicking fairy reliefs and obscure monsters, magic metallic daggers and wands, etc….

It deals with demon stones and magic metals individually and naturally buys the demon stones brought in... but anyway, this is my first visit to the magic tool shop here. I don't buy it without some introduction. Sometimes they might say no.... It used to be a magical city only once.

"There you are."

The magic tool shop in Wangdu was a disappointing man with a tight body.

Late thirties or forties. Wearing a bandana, a barren beard on his cornered jaw.... I kind of get the impression that I'm a seaman on a boat. Sleeveless vest, work trousers.

"Oh, you're a wizard? What's up, kid? What do you want is a cane? Or amulet?

He looks crazy, but he calls out casually.

"I brought the demon with me a while ago... hmm"

He stared at me, and the owner knocked his neck off. - A magician's wand on a gray beginner's robe cape. I'm young, but I'm not a magic school student. Apprentice wizard out of the country, or...?

Or something like it's worth it somehow. I'm a sales smile.

"I got some demon stones just to show you the product, so I was wondering if you could buy it away."

"Oh, bringing in demon stones? He's welcome. Can you just show me?

When the owner led me to the counter, he put the tray down. I would say put the demon stone there. By the way, from my position, you can see the back of the store, and that would be the fairy clan. A squeaky grandfather fairy, smaller than a child, was headed to his desk to create tools.

I take a small leather bag out of my leather bag (storage). This is a collection of demonic stones dropped from a large spider. Open your mouth and put out a caracalla and demon stone on the tray.

There are about seven magic stones that shine purple. One is bigger, and the rest is smaller.

"Ho..."

The shopkeeper peered into the light, first with a large demonic stone in his hand.

"Purple is unusual.... Where did you get this?

"It's 'The Great Cavity'. There was a silly big spider's nest, and when I put it together and burned it down, it came out."

"Giant Spider! Oh, I see." The Eye of the Great Spider. "

"Big spider eyes?

I know, but I'll behave like a beginner for once. The shopkeeper spoke up.

"I'm talking about Giant Spider-based demon stones coming out of the same color as their eyes, regardless of their attributes. Magic itself is no big deal, but purple magic stones are rare. Particularly preferred for magic tools that emphasize appearance over effect. … even though it's not much, it's also magical compared to gems."

Hmm, would you like a high purchase amount...?

Of the seventeen I've got, the one with more magic is on hand. In other words, all that I put out here is something that has a particularly scarce amount of magic.

... keep the most powerful materials for making magic tools.

The shopkeeper said he would buy out the Demon Stone at 7500 Gerd. I agreed to that amount and the deal was closed.

"Speaking of which, do you know of any stores that handle magic drugs?

"It was next to us, wasn't it?

The store owner just frowns at what he's saying. The owner pointed to the left, indicating which way I was next.

"Because I came from the right"

"That was bad. The pharmacist next door also deals with magic drugs. But be careful, boy."

The owner said as he took the tray with the demon stone he bought from me to the back.

"The owner next door is a witch."