The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon.

Chapter 65 Rainbow Orb and Explosive Gold Coin 【Revision】

[Royal Capital Chapter] officially opened

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early morning
In an unnamed small town.

The dilapidated wooden signboard of Mag's Tavern was crumbling, as if it was about to fall when the wind blew.

It can survive until now, thanks to the 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 greeting each other for a while, the short-haired mercenary was the first to initiate the topic.

"Chelsea, are you getting old news from the soles of Karna's stinky shoes!"

The mercenary with long gray hair looked contemptuously and mercilessly laughed at his companion.

Then he lifted his old leather boots, held a low-quality tobacco stick (a plant similar to cigarettes, chewing can obtain the pleasure similar to smoking), and said triumphantly:
"My third uncle's nephew's son's wife is from Windmill Town, I heard from her."

He estimated that he stopped halfway.

Looking around, seeing the eyes of the people around him all focus on him.

Only then did he clear his throat in satisfaction.

"Let's talk about that day, the town of Windmill was peaceful and peaceful, and there was no cloud in the sky. The proprietress Bai of Kai'sa Tavern saw the right eye with the gatekeeper next door, Mr. Qin."

"You fucking point to the point!"

A dark-skinned mercenary punched the table, interrupting his 404 speech, spilling all the low-quality ale in the glass.

"Ahem, cough, she said that in Windmill Town that day, when monsters attacked the city, a god descended."

"god!?"

"Which Lord God has descended?"

Everyone cast their curious eyes on him.

Since the three great plane wars in ancient times, Karen has not had a god come for an unknown number of years.

The gray long-haired mercenary scratched his greasy hair vigorously:

"It seems to be called "Blue Tail Flame Dragon God" or "Blue" or something."

"I can't remember the two names, anyway, that's what it means."

The short-haired mercenary's eyes lit up when he heard the word "God", and he was not angry when faced with the ridicule of his teammates, and hurriedly asked:
"Then tell me quickly, what did that god do in Windmill Town?"

"Yes, yes, say it!"

"Stop telling the story of Boss Bai and Uncle Qin, we are all tired of hearing it!"

Everyone in the tavern booed.

The long-haired mercenary straightened his back, pretended to cough twice, and then said slowly:
"I heard that when He came, he cured the patients in the whole town, and trampled to death all the monsters that attacked Windmill Town!"

"All! I heard that there are hundreds of thousands of monsters!"

Everyone exclaimed.

"Hey, look at your foolishness, it's nothing!"

The long-haired mercenary spoke out again.

"It's nothing. Could it be that something else happened that day?"

The bald mercenary sitting in front drinking could not help asking.

"That's for sure!"

"The most important thing"

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

The people around were itchy by these half-sentences, and they all moved small benches and sat in a circle around him.

"Speak quickly! Don't tantalize yourself!"

"Cough cough cough-"

The long-haired mercenary cleared his throat.

"I heard that the appearance of this god is unparalleled in the world, with that figure and legs"

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

"I'll tell you."

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

"hiss"

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

The cold wine rushes into the fiery throat, and the extremely refreshing stimulation suddenly arises.

"Ahem, cough, is that lord god really that beautiful?"

"Of course it is!"

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

"By the way, I'll tell you about this alone, don't tell anyone else!"

"Don't worry, my mouth is tighter than the gate of the capital, and it is absolutely impossible to tell others!"

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

"puff--"

"Hahaha!"

I don't know who started it, as if there was a chain reaction, everyone laughed.

"Harris, what are you laughing at?"

"Hahaha, I, my wife is about to be born, why not just laugh?"

"Huh? Then you really should smile."

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"Jie Jie Jie Jie~~~"

For a moment laughter filled the tavern.

Although everyone felt that the long-haired mercenary was just bragging,
But who hates hearing gossip about God, as long as the storytelling is interesting enough?

"Come, come, keep drinking, there are three more after drinking this cup!"

Then the mercenaries toasted together and changed to the next topic.

"I heard, those girls on Sek Street in the capital"

With the cooperation of ale and mercenaries, there will always be endless topics and bragging in the tavern.

For example, where is there a plague of mine rats, where the ship of the chamber of commerce sank, where the evil dragon appeared, and the noble master in the capital bought a few more maids.
Accompanied by wine and men's bare arms, these seasoned stories are told from the mouths of this group of travelers.

The whole room is full of 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, with a black hood.

The black robe was clean and tidy, covering his whole body tightly without revealing even a trace of skin.

Compared with the group of greasy and rough mercenaries sitting around, his cleanliness was a bit inconsistent.

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

Right now
Inside the gray robe, two copper coins were tightly held in fists as smooth as jade.

hard
Fist hardened.

After hearing the conversation of the group of mercenaries, Ron listened with interest at first.

After all, going to the human world to listen to his own legends and hymns, this kind of boring thing Bahamut did not do less.

But when he heard the second half of the story told by the mercenary, he had gradually entered a state of rage.

Until the end, when the mercenary said that [God] was fair-skinned, beautiful and long-legged
Sparks had already appeared in Ron's eyes.

Almost

Just a little bit, Ron was going to destroy the Windmill Town and this town together.

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

This group of damn rumor spreaders!
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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 wildebeest carriage, left the town that was in full swing and was being rebuilt, and embarked on the journey to the royal capital again.

It is worth mentioning that

Originally, their slightly dilapidated carriages were battered by the beast tide, but now they are all completely new.

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

What a rare kind man~
The unnamed town just now just happened to pass by the convoy.

Ron was free, so he came to the tavern to find out if there was any information about the system's travel destination.

After all, mercenaries are spread all over the continent, and they are the most well-informed group in all planes.

Although their information is inaccurate, the way they produce it is in a variety of ways, and maybe they can meet what they need.

Best of all, it's free!
It's just that Ron didn't think about it, but this time he went out to inquire and found unexpected gains!
[Rumors spread faster than a wyvern running 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 shallow followers,

But the power of faith provided by these people or beasts can't make up a single unit!
From this we can see how big the gap is between shallow believers and fanatics.

These people who have heard rumors and become shallow believers do not have much faith.

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

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

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

After listening to the voices of some shallow believers on the road, Ron thought indignantly.

But shallow believers are also believers, which is equally important.

The reputation of Ron's trumpet was spread, in an unexpected way
This was obviously a good thing, but Ron couldn't be happy for some reason.

Not to mention that the right to name his heart was robbed, the key point is that these rumors also took the initiative to add some strange attributes to him.

What Bai Fumei, long legs
If the name sounds nice, that's all.

Ron can accept nice titles, such as the "Lord of Ice Flame" is not bad.

But what is the name of this "blue-tailed flame dragon" TM?

Isn't it [Appendix Flame Dragon] rounded up? !
Is this the nickname that some stupid kobold came up with!
As the saying goes, endure for a while, the more you think about it, the more angry you get, 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, good or bad reputation makes no difference to a god, as long as the world doesn't forget them."

Ron comforted himself, at least he had succeeded in earning his own reputation.

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

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

However, those blasphemers couldn't just let them go so easily.

God cannot be insulted.

Ron claimed that he was not a god yet, but that did not prevent him from taking revenge on some people who discredited him.

【Multiple Casting · Doom】

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

"Om-"

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

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

They'd better stay at home honestly and never go out.

otherwise.
"Poor humans, I mourn in silence for you, and hope that the god of doom will protect you."

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

"Dang!"

Two continuously spinning copper coins fell onto the wooden table.

If you look carefully, you can see that there is a white half-fold mark in the center of it.

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

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

Whether it is a dragon or a demon, when their lives are not in danger, they will regard their principles as more important than their lives.

"Get up, get to work!"

"The target is gone, give me a little quickness!"

After Ron got up to leave,
A dozen gangsters with grim expressions also quietly followed Ron and left the McGonagall Tavern.

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in the nameless town

A young man in a pure black robe strolls through the desolate streets.

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

Not far behind him, followed a few wretched figures.

"Let me run lightly, don't scare that kid away!"

"Judging from his clothes and skin, he is definitely a big fish, so we must all be alert and not let him go!"

The gang leader with two golden front teeth reminded his subordinates in a low voice.

This group of people are local snakes
Although he doesn't know magic, there is still such a slight grudge in his body.

Relying on their large numbers, they often do robbery and abduction.

They have seen a lot of young mage apprentices who sneaked out of their homes like this.

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

Suddenly attacked by robbers, these young children who left the shelter of the family panicked, and usually only took a few small knives to take them down easily.

The bully boss asked someone to bring sacks and strong acid water, and was going to give Ron a fun "wet bag" game.

Dealing with young people, they have tried this routine time and again.

Ron strolled leisurely in this small town.

The leather boots turned into magic rustle on the gray and yellow fallen leaves
He seemed to recall something, slapped his head in frustration, and got into a remote street.

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

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

Suddenly, Ron turned into an alley following a sharp turn.

The gangsters quickly trotted for two steps, only to find that the boy had disappeared.

A leaf slowly floated down from the air.

"What about people?"

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

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

"Why the hell are you following someone? Did you masturbate too much last night!"

The leader of the gangster grabbed the little man who was following in front, and roared angrily.

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

The little man was sprayed with saliva, and was so frightened that he couldn't understand what he said.

This boss has extraordinary hobbies.

If things get messed up, I'm afraid I'll have a hard time getting away tonight.
Still, he shouldn't have to worry about getting his ass punished tonight.

A slightly immature child's voice sounded behind them.

"You guys, are you looking for me?"

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

"Not good. Leave now"

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

They meet someone they can't afford to mess with!
A feeling of extreme annoyance welled up in his heart, and his unwillingness was beyond words.

It's just that sometimes it's too late to regret.

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

[Dragon Language Magic Rainbow Light Orb]

Two colorful magic balls in the shape of 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 snapped by the purple sweet potato essence, turning into gray fragments and slowly dissipating.

The gangster boss watched helplessly as his subordinates disappeared.

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

"what!!!"

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

He hugged his head and rolled all over the floor until his naked body gradually became limp and finally froze in place.

"Fuck it, if I knew I wouldn't be 'hunting' today."

These were the last words in his mind.

He didn't show any repentance until the moment of his death.

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"Whoosh!"

The two colorful light magic balls returned to Ron's hands, spinning slowly.

Rainbow Orb is the exclusive skill of Rainbow Dragon.

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

【Ray, burning, freezing, poison, lightning, petrification, cracking】

What Ron used just now was the cracking attribute.

"Clap!"

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

This was reserved by Ron on purpose.

"Gulu Gulu"

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 roses.

The front of this gold coin is engraved with the head of Brian the Great, and the back is a blooming rose flower.

This design is only used on gold coins from the Rose Kingdom.

If it is a silver coin, it is engraved with the head of the current Rose King as the obverse.

Therefore, there are seventeen types of gold coins in the Rose Kingdom, but the gold content of each is different.

Gold coins engraved with the head of the first Brian the Great can be sold for more than 200 silver coins in the black market!

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

call--

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

"Crash~"

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

Today's harvest is okay.

The ale money is earned, and there is even a little surplus~~
If you can only get out but not in, I am afraid that your small coffers will dry up "soon".

He has done a lot along the way, such as posing as a mage apprentice to fish and enforce the law.

People's hearts cannot withstand temptation, and this trick is really tried and tested.

"Well, these can be exchanged for about 39256 cups of low-quality ale."

Playing with the gold coin with the head of the first Brian the Great in his hand, Ron estimated the number of coins in this bag in his mind.

no way.

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

Look at
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(End of this chapter)