The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

【Royal Capital Chapter】Officially opened

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early morning

In an unknown town.

The dilapidated wooden sign of Mag's Tavern is crumbling, as if it will fall if the wind blows.

It can survive to this day only by two rusty iron nails nailed to the top.

Two dusty mercenaries were sitting in the tavern, drinking muddy low-quality ale and exchanging information with each other.

"Hey, have you heard? There seems to be a beast tide in Windmill Town?"

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the short-haired mercenary took the lead in starting the conversation.

"Chelsea, are all the old news you found from Kana's smelly soles?"

The gray-haired mercenary had contemptuous eyes and mocked his companions mercilessly.

Then he held up his old leather boots and held a low-quality cigarette stick (a plant similar to cigarettes, which can be chewed to get a pleasure similar to smoking), and said proudly:

"My third uncle's nephew's son's mother is from Windmill Town. I heard what she said."

He probably stopped mid-sentence.

After looking around, he saw that the eyes of the people around him were focused on him.

Only then did he clear his throat with satisfaction.

"That day, Windmill Town was peaceful and peaceful. There were no clouds in the sky. The lady boss Bai of Kasha Tavern made eye contact with the doorman next door, Uncle Qin."

"Get the fucking point!"

A dark-skinned mercenary punched the table, interrupting his 404 speech, and the low-quality ale in the wine glass spilled out.

"Ahem, she said that a god came to Windmill Town that day when the monsters were attacking the city."

"god!?"

"Which god has arrived?"

Everyone turned their curious eyes to him.

Since the three plane wars in ancient times, Karen has not seen gods come for countless years.

The gray-haired mercenary scratched his greasy hair vigorously:

"It seems to be called "Blue-tailed Flame Dragon God" or "Azure" or something."

"I can't remember the two names clearly, that's what they mean anyway."

The short-haired mercenary's eyes lit up when he heard the word "god". He was not angry even when his teammates ridiculed him and asked hurriedly:

"Then tell me quickly, what did that god do in Windmill Town?"

"Yes, yes, tell me quickly!"

"Stop telling stories about Boss Bai and Uncle Qin, we are tired of hearing them!"

Everyone in the tavern cheered.

The long-haired mercenary straightened his back, pretended to cough twice, and then said slowly:

"I heard that He cured the patients in the entire town as soon as he arrived, and crushed all the monsters that attacked Windmill Town to death with one kick!"

"Everyone! I heard there are hundreds of thousands of monsters!"

Everyone exclaimed.

"Hey, look at how stupid you are, these are nothing!"

The long-haired mercenary once again made a shocking statement.

"This is nothing. Did anything else happen that day?"

The bald mercenary sitting in front drinking couldn't help but ask questions.

"That's for sure!"

“The most important thing is”

The long-haired mercenary deliberately bent down and lowered his voice.

The people around him felt itchy at this half-sentence, and they moved small stools to sit in a circle around him.

"Say it quickly! Don't get excited!"

"Cough cough cough——"

The long-haired mercenary cleared his throat.

"I heard that this god's appearance is unparalleled in the world, with that figure and those legs."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I'm sure she's a hundred times prettier than the little girl from the Carles family in Hippo Town!!"

"I'm telling you."

Under the stimulation of alcohol, the long-haired mercenary talked eloquently, as if he was witnessing it with his own eyes.

"hiss"

The short-haired mercenary who was originally sitting on his stomach was quite shocked after hearing this. He couldn't help but straighten up and take a sip of ale.

The cold wine rushed into the hot throat, and an extremely refreshing sensation suddenly arose.

"Ahem, is that Lord God really that beautiful?"

"Of course!"

The long-haired mercenary raised his eyebrows drunkenly, and suddenly pulled the short-haired mercenary into his arms and whispered:

"By the way, I will tell you this to just one person, but don't tell anyone else!"

"Don't worry, my mouth is tighter than the city gate of the royal capital. It is absolutely impossible for me to tell others!"

The short-haired mercenary's chest slapped loudly, and the people around him also praised him, and told the long-haired mercenary that they didn't hear anything.

"puff--"

"Hahaha!"

I don’t know who started it, but it seemed like a chain reaction started, and everyone burst into laughter.

"Harris, what are you laughing at?"

"Hahaha, my wife is about to be born, why don't you just smile?"

"Huh? Then you really should smile."

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"Jiejiejiejie~~~"

Suddenly laughter filled the tavern.

Although everyone felt that the long-haired mercenary was just bragging,

But as long as the story is interesting enough, who would hate hearing gossip about God?

"Come on, come on, keep drinking. After this cup, there will be three more!"

Then the mercenaries toasted together and changed the next topic.

"I heard about those girls on Sek Street in the capital."

With the cooperation of ale and mercenaries, there are always endless topics to talk about and endless bragging in the tavern.

For example, there is a mining rat plague somewhere, a merchant guild's ship sank, an evil dragon appears somewhere, and the noble master in the capital has bought some maids.

Accompanied by wine and the men's bare arms, these seasoned stories came from the mouths of this group of travelers.

The whole room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Only the hooded figure sitting in the dark corner was out of tune with the atmosphere here.

He looked about eleven or twelve years old and wore a black hood.

The black robe was clean and neat, covering his whole body tightly, without even a trace of skin being exposed.

Compared with the group of greasy and rough mercenaries sitting around him, he was a bit unconventionally clean.

The glass of ale with sawdust floating on the table in front of him remained untouched, just as it was when it was served.

at this moment

Inside the gray robe, his jade-smooth fist tightly grasped two copper coins.

Hard

The fist is hard.

After Ron heard the conversation of this group of mercenaries, he listened with interest at first.

After all, going to the human world to listen to his own legends and hymns was something Bahamut did a lot of in his spare time.

But when he heard the second half of the mercenary's story, he gradually entered a state of rage.

Until the end, when the mercenary said that the [god] was fair-skinned, beautiful, and had long legs

There were sparks in Ron's eyes.

Almost

Just a little bit away, Ron was ready to destroy the windmill town and this town together.

No, Windmill Town should have been renamed Bingyan Town now.

These damn rumor-mongers!

———————

No matter what happens, the sun will always rise the next day.

At this time, Ron and his party had already taken a brand new corner carriage, left the town that was being rebuilt in full swing, and embarked on the road to the royal capital again.

It is worth mentioning that

Their slightly dilapidated carriage was originally badly damaged by the beast tide, but now it is completely new.

These new carriages are said to come from the mayor's personal "selfless sponsorship."

What a rare good person~

This nameless town just happened to be a convoy passing by.

Ron had nothing to do and came to the tavern to hear if there was any information about the system's travel target.

After all, mercenaries are spread across the entire continent and are the most well-informed group in every plane.

Although their intelligence is not accurate, the methods of output are all kinds of strange, and they might be able to find what they need.

The most important thing is that it’s free!

But Ron never thought that there would be unexpected gains when he came out to inquire this time!

[Rumors spread faster than a wyvern traveling at full speed.

——Emperor Victor Bryan]

Ron didn't expect that the name he was still thinking about had spread throughout the Rose Kingdom.

Although this allowed him to gain some additional followers,

But the power of faith provided by these people or beasts cannot add up to one unit!

This shows how big the gap is between shallow believers and fanatic believers.

These people who hear rumors and become casual believers do not have any faith.

They just pray occasionally, hoping that Ron can come to their town and fulfill their private wishes.

"You don't want to work hard, but you wait for God to help you every day?"

"Ah! I haven't enjoyed this treatment myself."

Ron thought angrily after listening to the voices of some shallow believers on the road.

However, shallow believers are also believers, and they are equally important.

Ron's trumpet's reputation has spread, in an unexpected way

This is obviously a good thing, but Ron doesn't know why he just can't be happy.

Not only was the naming right that he had longed for been snatched away, but the key point was that these rumors also took the initiative to add some strange attributes to him.

What white, rich and beautiful, long legs

It would be fine if the name is nice.

Ron can accept a nice title, such as "Lord of Ice Flame".

But why is this "Blue-tailed Flame Dragon" called TM?

Rounding it all off, wouldn’t it be [Appendix Flame Dragon]? !

Is this a nickname that some stupid kobold came up with!

As the saying goes, bear with it for a while and the more you think about it, the more angry you become, and take a step back to urinate frequently and urgently.

Ron gritted his teeth.

If it weren't for the sake of producing divine power.

snort!

"Forget it, reputation makes no difference to a god, as long as the world doesn't forget about them."

Ron comforted himself that he had succeeded in building his reputation.

In his mind, the incarnation of the Lord of Ice Flame was slowly condensing.

Presumably, it will be much more convenient to open a small account in the future to harvest the power of faith in the city.

However, those blasphemers cannot be let off so easily.

God cannot be insulted.

Ron claims to be not a god yet, but that doesn't stop him from taking revenge on some people who slandered him.

[Multicasting·Doom]

This is a high-level curse spell that is very difficult to learn due to the obscure and complex spell model.

"Buzz——"

A mysterious invisible magic wave surrounded these mercenaries who were happily drinking.

Ron said that he didn't know who unleashed this bad luck spell on the crowd. Anyway, this group of mercenaries would be in bad luck in the next few months.

It's best for them to stay at home and never go out.

otherwise.

"Poor humans, I mourn for you and hope that the God of Doom will protect you."

Ron mercifully delivered his prayer, then got up and left the shabby tavern.

"Clang!"

Two rotating copper coins fell onto the wooden table.

If you look closely, you can see that there is a white fold mark in the center.

Although Ron didn't drink the dark glass of bad ale.

But following his own principles, he still paid for the drink.

Whether they are dragons or demons, when their lives are not endangered, they will value their principles more than their lives.

"Everyone, get up and get to work!"

"The target is gone, please be more considerate!"

After Ron got up and left,

A dozen gangsters with sinister looks also quietly followed Ron out of Mag's Tavern.

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In an unknown town

A young man wearing a pure black robe was walking on the deserted street.

As the breeze blows, light golden dust floats in the air.

Not far behind him, there were several wretched figures following.

"Run away gently, don't scare that kid away!"

"Judging from his clothes and skin, he is definitely a big fish, so be careful not to let him get away!"

The gangster leader with two golden front teeth reminded his men in a low voice.

These people are the local gangsters

Although he doesn't know magic, he still has a slight trace of fighting spirit in his body.

Taking advantage of their large numbers, they often committed robberies and abductions.

They had seen many young mage apprentices like this sneaking out from home.

Generally, such people carry a lot of gold coins with them, but their skills are not very good.

When suddenly attacked by robbers, these young children who have left the protection of their families are in panic and can usually easily take them down with only a few knives.

The gangster boss asked people to bring sacks and strong acid water, preparing to play a fun "wet bag" game for Ron.

To deal with young people, they have tried this method time and time again.

Ron strolled around the town leisurely.

The leather boots transformed by magic rustled on the gray fallen leaves.

He seemed to recall something, slapped his head in annoyance, and got into a remote street.

The gangsters followed closely behind, following Ron's back, twisting and turning into a deserted alleyway.

As the distance got closer, the gangsters' bloodthirsty gazes and sharp daggers were almost level with Ron's back.

Suddenly, Ron followed a sharp turn and turned into an alley.

The gangsters hurriedly took two steps, but found that the young man had disappeared.

A leaf slowly floated down from the sky.

"Where are the people?"

Looking at the empty alley in front of them, everyone was stunned.

Damn it, they clearly saw the magic apprentice enter this street with their own eyes, right?

"Why the hell are you following this guy? Did you masturbate too much last night?"

The gangster leader grabbed the little man who was following at the front and roared angrily.

"Brother, I don't know either. In the blink of an eye, the person is gone."

The little man was sprayed with saliva, and he was so scared that he couldn't speak clearly.

This boss has extraordinary hobbies.

If things go wrong, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape tonight.

However, he shouldn't have to worry about getting his butt punished tonight.

A slightly childish voice sounded behind them.

"Are you looking for me?"

The little gangster turned around in a daze, but saw only darkness.

"Not good. Leave quickly"

The gang leader figured it out the moment he heard the voice behind him.

They meet someone they can't mess with!

A feeling of extreme annoyance surged into his heart, and his unwillingness was palpable.

But sometimes, it's too late to regret.

Before they could react, a meteor-like light shot out from behind them.

[Dragon Language Magic·Rainbow Sphere]

Two colorful magic balls shaped like glass beads instantly penetrated the bodies of 15 gangsters.

"Forehead"

The gangsters didn't even have a chance to cry.

Everyone's bodies seemed to have been slapped by the purple sweet potato essence, turning into gray fragments and slowly dissipating.

The gangster boss watched his subordinates disappear.

Before he could say anything, the bucket of strong acid water was carried by the rainbow light ball and poured onto his head.

"ah!!!"

The skin and muscles slowly melted under the corrosion of acid water, and severe pain tortured the gangster boss.

He rolled around on the ground holding his head until his exposed body gradually became limp and finally froze in place.

"Be careful, if I had known, I wouldn't be 'hunting' today."

These were the last words in his mind.

Until his death, he showed no sign of repentance.

——————

"Whoosh!"

Two colorful light orbs returned to Ron's hands, spinning slowly.

Rainbow Light Sphere is the exclusive skill of Rainbow Dragon.

This magic ball can be attached with attacks of different attributes, and up to seven types can be attached at the same time.

[Light, burning, freezing, poison, lightning, petrification, cracking]

What Ron used just now was the disintegration attribute.

"Crack!"

Several spindle-shaped money bags made of linen fell to the ground, and there was a pleasant metal collision sound inside the bags.

This was reserved by Ron on purpose.

"诱辘.guru"

A smooth round gold coin rolled crookedly along the gravel street to Ron's feet, bumped into his boots, and stopped at his feet.

Ron's nine-colored eyes without any emotion were reflected on the polished and shiny rose flowers.

This gold coin is engraved with the human face of Brian the Great on the front and a blooming rose on the back.

This pattern is only used on gold coins of the Rose Kingdom.

If it is a silver coin, the portrait of the current Rose King is engraved on the front.

Therefore, there are seventeen kinds of gold coins in the Kingdom of Rose, but each has a different gold content.

Gold coins engraved with the image of the first-generation Emperor Brian can be sold for more than 200 silver coins on the black market!

The 1:100 gold and silver coin exchange ratio circulating in the market generally refers to the gold coins of contemporary kings.

call--

Magic power surged, and a transparent palm picked up all the scattered coins.

"Wow~~"

Ron weighed the money bag in his hand and nodded with satisfaction.

Today’s harvest was okay.

I made money from the ale, and even had a little bit of surplus~~

If you can only get out but not get in, your little treasury will probably become dry "soon".

He has done a lot of this along the way, such as posing as a mage apprentice to fish for law enforcement.

The human heart cannot withstand temptation, and this trick has proven successful time and time again.

"Well, these can be exchanged for approximately 39,256 cups of low-quality ale."

Playing with the gold coin in his hand with the image of the first-generation Emperor Brian on it, Ron estimated the number of coins in the bag in his mind.

no way.

The real dragon's greedy nature allowed him to calculate the number of coins in an instant just by their weight and shape.

Take a look

This is called professionalism.

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