CHAPTER 49: CHAPTER 47: AIRE CITY

Soon, a rumor started spreading in some small towns on the edge of the Haisen Kingdom.

On the trade route to Laine Kingdom, there resides an Evil Dragon, with black scales on its back and red scales on its belly, strong and fierce, ruthlessly brutal.

It specializes in plundering passing travelers and merchants.

It savagely kills, devours, and robs their treasures!

The Giant Dragon possesses tens of thousands of Gold Talers!

Golden coins glitter, covering the plains!

If someone can kill it, they can become rich overnight and enjoy wealth and glory for a lifetime.

The rumor kept spreading, radiating outward.

But those truly daring enough to challenge the Evil Dragon do not appear in a short time!

The reason is simple!

If it were just a single Giant Dragon, many Adventurers might have the confidence.

But a Giant Dragon Lord with minions is not something ordinary people are willing to mess with!

Don’t think that these Half-Beastmen and Elves are no match for Land.

This is entirely because they are countered by Land.

Giant Dragons are natural war machines.

Their defensive capabilities can withstand most ordinary attacks.

Dragon Breath can cause area damage to large numbers of enemies.

But when Half-Beastmen and Elves face ordinary Humans, they will definitely unleash astonishing power!

Each swing, each strike, and each arrow can kill enemies!

You might send groups of four or five, 12th or 13th-level Adventurer’s Guilds to deal with these Half-Beastmen and Elves and might not even fare well!

But send those groups of four or five, 12th or 13th-level Adventurer’s Guilds to tackle Land, and perhaps they could achieve success!

At least they can repel Land!

This is the issue of restraint.

Giant Dragons never fear a swarm of ants; their enemies are only a few elite ones.

Waiting for one or a group of Adventurers daring to challenge the Evil Dragon is not a simple matter, and the nobles of the edge towns are generally much weaker than those in the kingdom’s center.

But as time continues to pass, the Dwarf Blood Hammer and Casters believe, there will certainly be heroes daring to wield the blade against the Evil Dragon.

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Meanwhile.

Aganfu has long since recovered, accompanied by several Human guards, a group of dozens of Elves, and fifteen Half-Beastmen, entering the Laine Kingdom, Viscount Ireland’s domain, Aire City.

This is a town with a population of tens of thousands, quite prosperous, with rows of European medieval-style mud and stone houses standing tall.

It was nearing nightfall.

On the street at the central position, rows of Magic Lamps had already been lit, emitting a soft white light to illuminate the path for the pedestrians.

A well-dressed blonde man was hurrying.

He quickly arrived in front of a large Opera House, immediately took out ten Silver Rables, and said to the two men selling tickets at the door:

"Give me a front-row seat for [Audition]! Preferably the tenth seat on the left! Only from this position can Miss Susan first notice me!"

"Mr. Har, I apologize, but I’m afraid I can’t fulfill your wish. The front-row seats are already sold out."

The ticket seller showed an apologetic look.

"What? Sold out? Didn’t I tell you before to keep a front-row ticket for me?" Har, the blonde man, was a bit angry.

"There’s nothing I could do about it. Originally, I wanted to reserve one for you, but you know that Lord Aganfu requires that front-row tickets go to the highest bidder," the ticket seller explained.

"Highest bidder... you mean ten Silver Rables is now the lowest price?" Har’s breathing became somewhat heavy, his face sullen.

"I’m very sorry, yes."

"Damn it! Are those guys crazy? Willing to spend so much money for a seat! Was their money blown in by the wind?"

Har couldn’t help but curse.

You must know that one Silver Rable can be exchanged for a hundred copper coins.

And in this world, one copper coin is enough to buy a black bread.

Two black breads are definitely enough for an ordinary man to eat a meal.

Even a sweet white bread costs only five copper coins.

A cup of honeyed milk costs fifteen copper coins.

The annual salary of a bottom-tier worker is only thirty to forty Silver Rables at most.

Ten Silver Rables are enough to cover the salary of a lower-tier worker for three or four months.

Such a price was enough to watch six or seven opera performances before, with front-row seats every time.

"I’m very sorry, Mr. Har," the ticket seller continued to apologize.

"Hahaha~ Har! If you’re out of money, you should cry and go find your father! Then maybe you’ll have money to buy a ticket!"

A teasing voice rang out.

Angry, Har turned his head to look. It was a slightly portly man with a hint of wine-red hair, looking around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, nearly ten years older than Har!

Har knew him, named Dale!

Like himself, a fervent fan of [Audition], but unlike himself, this damn fatso was a disgusting bastard!

Relying on his father being slightly more generous than Har’s, with a bit more pocket money, he constantly antagonized Har!

Every time, positioned in the front seats, he used his disgusting piggy eyes to desecrate the beautiful Elf Dancer, Susan! What a damn prick!

This bastard doesn’t know that Susan would puke if she saw him looking like a pig?

Har’s face was very gloomy, but he didn’t go on to argue with him, only settled for buying a second-row seat. Even so, it cost as much as 8 Silver Rables!

He grabbed the ticket and rushed inside eagerly.

Dale, getting no response, snorted coldly and also entered the Opera House.

Inside the Opera House, which could accommodate two to three hundred people, most of the seats were already filled by then, all without exception were men.

They were dressed in luxurious, tailored clothing.

Age ranged from twelve to sixty or seventy at the least.

Each watched the stage with expectant eyes.

Even though there was still a full quarter of an hour until the [Audition] performance!

Har’s arrival caught the attention of many around, most occupying regular spots.

A young brown-haired man looked at Har, couldn’t help jesting:

"Yo! Har! Why are you in the second row today? Out of money? If so, Miss Susan can’t feel your love!"

"Shut up, Robert! My love for Miss Susan surpasses anyone’s imagination!

Do you have Susan’s photo album? Her doll? Her autograph? I have all the latest editions! You don’t, right? And dare yap in front of me?"

Har blushed, eyes almost spitting fire, shouted angrily.

"Heh heh! Of course, I don’t, I actually prefer Miss Britney! Compared to Susan, I find her prettier and more attractive," the man named Robert chuckled.