Ride and Cut

Hutt added a haunting look to the Lord Lord: "We brought back enough coins and silverware to fill a semi-loaded carriage. It is conservatively estimated that the value is more than 200,000 gold coins."

"How many?"

At this moment Buckland strongly suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, so he reached in with his tail finger and took two vigorously.

"We don't have the ability to count more than 200,000 gold coins. It is best to hire a professional accountant." In contrast, the expression on Hutt's face can only be described as calm. After all, even if it's a car of gold and silver, after watching it for half a month, it's hard to get back the original excitement.

Annie didn't react until then, and the tea cup in her hand fell on the table with a clank, and white milk was flowing everywhere.

"Getting... getting rich?" the half-elf girl kowtowed.

"It's okay." The lord waved his hand very low-key. "The residents of Winter City have become walking corpses, and the property of the entire city has become unowned. The big head is turned over to the treasury, and the rest of the crowd have a share. , I also got fifty thousand gold coins."

"Richard is the first skill in slaying the dragon anyway. Fifty thousand gold coins are too few." Buckland said with a blank face. "That is the property of the entire Winter City. The total is definitely an astronomical figure."

"The commander-in-chief Pinto wanted my Dragon Crystal, and he deliberately embarrassed Lao Tzu before it arrived, and used three indiscriminate things." Richard sneered, as cold as the ice that never melted on the northern ice sheet.

Hutt sat in a chair and saw this scene, honestly watching his nose and mouth. Generally speaking, when your lord laughs like this, it means that someone is out of luck.

"Isn't it at least 200,000? Where did the remaining 150,000 come from?" Annie couldn't wait to continue asking.

For a half-elf businessman who is greedy for money, this kind of rich story really suits his appetite.

"That was the collection in my lair during my lifetime, all of it, not even a single gold coin left." Thutmose said quietly, the whole dragon lying weakly at the bottom of the crystal.

Buckland and Annie showed clear expressions at the same time.

As we all know, the dragon has a kind of love from the depths of the soul for gold coins.

Like is a very unreasonable emotion. It is clear that the shiny yellow metal pieces are of no use to them. But almost every dragon has worked hard to collect gold coins throughout its entire life. Because of their powerful strength and outstanding wisdom, they are generally well-collected.

Thutmose can only be considered half of the level in the dragon. It is said that some particularly powerful old dragons can even reach millions of families. They sleep on piles of gold coins all day long. They are truly rich and enemies.

Therefore, digging a dragon's hole is recognized as the most effective means of getting rich. As for whether or not you can spend your life after getting the money, it is not considered.

"Yeah." Richard drank some tea to moisturize his throat, and described to them vividly-due to traffic inconvenience, he left the brigade and climbed the mountain alone. After overcoming all obstacles and finding the Dragon's Den, he packed the belongings and carried it down the mountain alone.

To tell the truth, that weight is ridiculously heavy even for Lord Alpine Fortress. If it’s something else, it’s really possible that you won’t be able to persist, but as long as you think that the heavier the weight, the more gold and silver you will have, strength will continue to gush out from all over your body. It’s effortless to walk down the mountain in one breath, and you can’t even improve with the Holy Word Prayer. few.

The half-elf girl blushed at hearing, and was so excited that she was almost fainted on the spot. Although the money has nothing to do with her directly, just thinking about it, Annie feels that happiness is born spontaneously.

"Master Baron." A small goatman sentry ran in empty-handed, and the spear that was issued to the sentry was thrown out of nowhere. "There are many elves approaching!"

"Finally here!" Richard slapped his chin, "Go, let's go and see."

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"This is my grandmother and the mistress of the steppe elves, Ms. Melissa." Annie introduced a pure blood elf by the arm and introduced to the owner of the alpine castle.

The elves still generally maintain the matriarchal society of the ancient elven empire era. The so-called mistress is roughly equivalent to the patriarch. Apart from the sharper ears, this elven mistress was almost carved out of the same mold with Annie, and she knew that she was related by blood at first glance.

Although the hair was completely silvery white, and the face was covered with wrinkles, I still could see that he must have been a great beauty when he was young.

"Good day, Lord Richard, I heard Annie talk about you many times."

"Really, what Annie said." Lord Lord asked happily

"Arrogant, gluttony, lustful...what else is there?" Melissa stretched out her long index finger to her chin, her face showing a look of serious thinking about memories.

"Grandma~What are you talking nonsense again." Annie shook Melissa's arm and acted like a baby.

It was the first time that Richard heard the half-elf chick speaking in this tone, and tried hard to resist the urge to roll his eyes, and there was a rash on both arms.

"Grandma always likes to joke, I hope you don't mind." Annie said.

"...It's nothing." The lord waved his hand and made a generous look. To be honest, he had no confidence to mind. Just the few things Melissa said casually, it was hard to tell whether it was slander or not.

The group of the elven tribe is rushing to the alpine fort, probably because the wheels were entangled by the withered grass, the elves who had been riding in the car jumped off and tried to push the heavy carriage.

Elves are the most beautiful and elegant race. Even if their elven empire has long ceased to exist~www.readwn.com~ even if humans are the mainstream of the world today, there is really no way to deny this. After all, the current top nobles are proud to follow the elves aesthetic of the year.

They seem to be a collection of all the graceful spirits between heaven and earth, and every action is intercepted, as if they are enough to be on the canvas for a lifetime. For example, their carriage panels are painted with curving green vines, which are very delicate and beautiful, much stronger than ordinary human painters.

Another example is clearly pushing the carriage, the elves are like the nobles who visit privately, and the vassals who help are seen as serfs.

Richard winked, and then reluctantly walked over to the centaur and barbarian who were holding his arms to watch the excitement.

The elves are thin, the vassals are small, and their strength is very average, and the weight of the carriage is difficult for them to shake. But for the samurai of Takayama Castle, this weight is almost impossible to cause trouble, and the wheel re-turns with a little effort.

The elves applauded upon seeing this scene, and then began to sing in unison. The voice was ethereal and pure, like a gust of wind passing over the vast wilderness in winter, and even the knowledgeable Richard was shocked. It was embarrassing for the soldiers who had been watching the excitement earlier.