Under the dark blue night sky, dim stars hiding in the gray clouds, as if shrouded in a layer of gauze.

Only the incarnation of the goddess Su Lun, a silver moon embedded in the gray and white clouds, staring at the Ao Continent forever.

Of course, the dim starlight will be paid special attention to those temple priests or astrologers.

Most civilians, nobles, and adventurers are still sinking into the warmth of family, banquets, stoves and taverns, and are clamoring for the most ordinary emotions.

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The capital of freedom, Carando, this coastal city on the east coast of the Western Continent, is also brightly lit at this time.

Especially the crowds in the trade zone and the aristocratic zone were crowded with people.

Countless carriages on King's Avenue galloped past the road, and their hooves were flying, as if they were rushing to catch a dinner held by the nobles.

Business travelers from all over the mainland brought countless gold coins to this city blessed by the Goddess of Wealth Church, as well as prosperity and vitality.

The dock area is also crowded with dock workers who carry goods overnight, sweating profusely and looking very enthusiastic.

All causes, the priest of the God of Storm Taros came here to warn him a few days ago.

A storm will arise on the sea, which may sweep across this harbor, so they will prepare early.

Faced with the warning of the priest of the God of Storm Taros, these maritime merchants dared not believe it, and they all spent several times the price.

Come and hire these terminal coolies to work overtime, carry goods overnight, and then dock your ships in a place that is less affected by the storm to avoid property damage.

But there is light, and there is naturally darkness.

If you talk about the cemetery in a civilian area, you may also meet the thief who steals the body and the corpse stole the corpse at night.

And the noble area and cemetery with strict patrols and guards can be said that there is no barking of dogs nearby.

It was terrifyingly quiet, with the only source of light only an inconspicuous hut with lights on.

However, the dim candlelight shone out from the hut, illuminating less than three feet of soft mud and the pale and gorgeous tombstone near the edge of the hut.

If you get closer, you will vaguely see two faint and distorted figures in the glass window.

The conversation inside can also be fully earned.

"Where is the goods this time? Take it out and take a look!"

An old and hoarse voice came from the hut, if there were any nobles who often went to the cemetery to worship the dead.

It is certainly possible to hear that this voice was George Norton, the administrator who came to the cemetery in the first half of the year.

An old man with a completely white hair, half of his body was about to fall into the soil, and he coughed constantly, had obvious Targan characteristics and blue eyes, and looked sick.

The next day, there was news of his death. I am afraid that no one in the entire noble area would be as unexpected as that.

However, it was normal for George Norton to be in the cemetery, after all, he was the administrator here.

Another figure was after hearing George Norton's words.

I was a little hesitant, but I still moved a closed barrel from below.

George Norton suddenly had a bad guess in his heart, and his already sick expression was a little scared at this moment.

After seeing the barrel being opened by the person in front of me, a wisp of white air emerged from the mouth of the barrel.

His face suddenly became even more angry and looked at the man in black robe in front of him with a stern voice.

"White Dragon Egg! Three times! Why is this damn White Dragon Egg still?"

The bucket contained a white dragon egg with ice blue patterns and one foot high, and the body of the egg was filled with cold air.

There is no doubt that it is the white dragon's dragon egg.

"They are simply the worst quality materials, none of them can survive a round, and you have wasted my months and precious materials!"

His turbid blue eyes looked at the mysterious man in a black robe in front of him, who was covering his face, and asked loudly, as if he wanted an explanation.

"George~, you know, I almost exposed how much risk I brought last time. I really can't have the risk of exposure recently. The only thing I can steal is this kind of egg."

"And, the White Dragon Egg is also a real dragon, right? I did not violate the agreement between you and me~."

The mysterious man spread his hands and signaled that he was helpless.

He understood that the old man in front of him had already paid a lot for the taboo technique.

However, he was very rational and knew clearly that he had paid no less than him.

It's just that he's not as miserable as him.

Since that lava dragon attacked Carando, he was almost divined by the bishop of the temple living in Carando and the great wizards above the White Tower.

If he hadn't prayed for help from the gods he worshiped, the god of deception and fantasy, he might have been sent to the stolen rack to calm the anger of the masses.

But he also paid enough price~. His profession level has reached the seventh level [Extraordinary], his soul after death will always belong to Laila and serve her.

"But! After I developed the drug and injected it into it, the possibility of hatching is 50% lower than that of other real dragon species, not to mention the following two steps."

"The probability of success is extremely low, less than two percent."

This probability is almost zero, but it attracts him like a deadly poison.

It's like drawing a card. I know I can't draw it, but I still have to draw it.

"Edward, you know, I don't have much time left. If I don't succeed in the last few years, we might have met again in the Styx."

The old man George's voice said behind him, which had become a plea. He looked at his old friend who had been working with for many years, Edward Henry.

I imagined that he could show a miracle and replace the white dragon egg in front of him with other dragon species. Anything is fine, as long as it is not a white dragon~.

"Isn't that one percent more~, maybe it will succeed!"

"George, Ms. Lucky is smiling, isn't it?"

Edward Henry smiled and made a joke, but he sighed after seeing George Norton, who was still frowning.

"Next time, I heard that the blue dragons in the Surel Desert are getting restless. The merchants have hired a group of professionals to deal with them, which is also a good opportunity to take advantage of the situation."

"Maybe I can bring you the Blue Dragon egg~, and you will use it until you die at one time."

"I hope so!"

The old man sighed, put on his gloves, took out the dragon egg in the zero-degree environment from the barrel, and then said to the old friend in front of him.

"Let's go! I hope I'll hear you a few days in advance next month."

"Now, I'm going to face my despair."

"I wish you good luck. Tonight, the goddess of the moon will protect you~."

Edward Henry looked at the old man who left his seat with the dragon egg in his arms and recited the blessings commonly used by humans in the continent of Io.

Then he also walked out of the dimly lit hut, tidied up his clothes, took a deep breath, and then walked towards the darkness.

After a few hours, the lights in the distance dimmed a little.

The old man walked out of the basement of the cottage with a black bag of broken dragon egg shells in his hands, walked out of the cemetery with a expressionless face and walked to the nearest sewer entrance.

There is no doubt that it failed again.

The Goddess of Lucky did not roll twenty points.

Even the egg couldn't be kept~ and it exploded.

However, he was mentally prepared and threw the dragon shell into the sewer opening and washed down along the water flow. Naturally, there were creatures that would help him solve these wreckage.

Transplantation of basal blood vessels, human dragonization.

It was only one piece of paper away from him, but this piece of paper was a barrier he could never break.

Hopefully, the goddess of the moon will really protect herself~, after all, he has always adhered to the rules in his heart, only using five-colored dragons and other evil alien dragon dragon eggs.

I have never used a metal dragon egg~.

The hunched figure slowly returned to the hut like a ghost. Tonight, he was still with the undead under the tombstone.

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sewer.

Broken Toe Kaz is known for its unique four toes with the Kaz clan.

Today it is its turn to lead ten goblin guards under its command to patrol the clan’s surroundings to prevent those despicable and ugly kobolds from sneak attacks or robbing between the same clans.

But the main thing is the former. Recently, those kobold men seem to be crazy. The lonely goblins are easily surrounded by them and then taken back to the tribe to enjoy.

You know, they used to kill goblins but did not take them back. They were obviously a little hungry.

Perhaps their tribe has added a lot of population. In this case, it will have to work hard for the prosperity of the clan when it goes back.

This will not work.

Broken Toe Kaz thought absent-mindedly, until the corner, wherever he saw, a light appeared and caught his attention.

Look! What is this, the yellow copper coin.

Broken Toe Kaz was a little overjoyed and walked towards the corner with the goblin. Although he deviated from the patrol route, it felt worth it for a copper coin.

After all, this thing has sufficient purchasing power underground. Many intelligent races are willing to trade with them with food, not for use, but for paying tribute to the black dragons in their territory.
To be continued...