This adventurer is overly righteous.

Chapter 88 "What? It's Kroya!"

"Every year, the count would assemble such a hunting team. They are very experienced, and I don't remember any major accidents happening. The casualty rate is very low, so there shouldn't be any problems."

After all, it was a hunting team formed by a count, with many experts among them. How could something like this happen so easily!

"And you'll make a lot of money."

The count was known far and wide for his generosity. It was said that he had once worked as an adventurer incognito for a period of time. Therefore, unlike other nobles, he did not discriminate against adventurers at all. On the contrary, he recruited many adventurers under his command and had an excellent reputation among adventurers.

Therefore, every year many adventurers fight tooth and nail to join the hunting party formed by Count Reginald.

"Sounds pretty good." Kroya stroked the token. According to Logan, the token was indeed extremely valuable, so he carefully put it away in his pocket, but actually stored it in his storage space.

The low mana consumption indicates that no magic is inscribed on it.

"By the way, what should we do with that Steel Swamp Dragon's corpse?"

Logan leaned back on the sofa, somewhat troubled. After all, neither he nor Kroya could go out for safety reasons, so the Steel Swamp Dragon's corpse would have to remain in the wild.

Although they sealed the cave entrance before leaving, theoretically no one would break in, it still made Logan uneasy. After all, the Steel Swamp Dragon was a very valuable monster, and leaving it there was no different from leaving gold coins there, which made Logan very tempted.

Moreover, the corpse would decompose. When Kroya and Logan left, the Steel Swamp Dragon's corpse had already emitted a strange odor. Although the weather was getting colder and the rate of decomposition would slow down, it was still a major problem.

After all, if the Steel Swamp Dragon's corpse isn't disposed of properly and its precious magical materials aren't removed in time, these materials will become increasingly worthless as they decay, meaning he and Kroya are essentially losing money.

"Ask someone for help?" Logan shook his head after saying that, then stuffed a few more pastries into his mouth.

"They'll probably run away with the money."

Logan had no doubt about this, after all, the Steel Swamp Dragon was a powerful monster that required the efforts of several elite adventurers to hunt. A complete Steel Swamp Dragon carcass could sell for a high price of thirty gold coins. Even though its value was now reduced due to the carcass' decay, he estimated that it could still be sold for ten or so gold coins.

This is a huge sum of money for most people. With this money, they can go to live far, far away from White Rock, so that Kroya and Logan will never find each other again.

"And that heart..."

  

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That was also a hot potato. The mages of the Adventurers' Guild had inquired about the whereabouts of the offering, but Logan had fobbed them off. Because there was a mole within the Adventurers' Guild, selling it through the guild's channels was an unreliable option.

Traitor, despicable traitor!

Logan is now filled with resentment towards that guy, and he is also quite afraid that the guy will come after him. The house he is currently in is not his real home. To avoid any trouble, he notified his family to be careful recently and moved here to live.

The money for renting the house was a consolation payment given to him by the Adventurers' Guild.

"Don't worry, I found a reliable person to help me."

"Who is it?"

Logan didn't doubt that Kroya had a good friend he could entrust with his life; he was just curious about who that friend was.

"A dwarf." Kroya thought the snacks Logan had prepared were quite delicious, nodding in approval. Then, in a relaxing tone, she said to Logan, "I'll introduce him to you sometime, and the snacks you prepare then have to be just as good as today..."

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"However, you might know his name; it's Rakin."

As a dwarven craftsman, Lejin rarely leaves Whitestone Town. After all, he can obtain everything he needs through his own craftsmanship. In the past, dwarves would search for mineral veins, mine ores, and build their own mines. Nowadays, dwarves no longer need to rely on this method to obtain the forging materials they want. However, they still maintain the old customs and remain adept at mining and wilderness survival.

Therefore, Leikin was not worried about encountering anything in the wilderness that could threaten him. He set off alone, carrying a backpack and a map, and followed the directions indicated on the map.

"Alright, this should be it." After habitually stroking his beard, Leijin put the map back into his backpack, confirming that he had arrived at the location that Kroya had mentioned where the Steel Swamp Dragon was hidden.

Kroya and Logan had put a lot of effort into concealing the entrance, which almost caused Lejin to miss it. After carefully exploring, Lejin moved a few stones, revealing the hollow cave below. At the same time, a strange odor emanated from it—the smell of flesh gradually rotting.

"The flesh has rotted quite a bit..." Leijin entered the cave and carefully examined the Steel Swamp Dragon's corpse. For him, the stench was still within his tolerance range. "But the quality of the most valuable scales and bones hasn't decreased much, and the teeth are still in good condition."

These items can still fetch a good price.

Then, Leijin took out a magic tool shaped like a stick and lightly touched one end to the Steel Swamp Dragon. Various runes wrapped around the stick began to appear, and a terrifyingly cold aura began to spread from the point where it touched the Steel Swamp Dragon's body. Frost completely enveloped it, turning the Steel Swamp Dragon's corpse almost into a large white rock.

This is also a commonly used magical item by adventurers, often used to help them freeze and preserve the corpses of monsters that are temporarily difficult to transport. Although it is only effective on inanimate objects, it is still quite valuable.

"I'll get rid of this thing for Kroya when I get back."

Leijin muttered to himself. He rarely went out, and it wasn't just to deal with the Steel Swamp Dragon's corpse. He had something more important to do—find someone to purify the artificial dragon heart.

Kroya said he could find a reliable person to help purify the evil power of the artificial dragon heart. After that, he wrote a letter and gave it to Leijin, asking Leijin to take the letter and the dragon heart to that person for help.

Despite the somewhat long journey, because he carried the precious dragon heart, Leijin quickened his pace and, after several days, finally arrived at his destination—a monastery in the wilderness—faster than expected.

The duties of such monasteries are to repair roads and provide food and lodging for travelers. They are kind and polite to strangers. Leijin chatted with the priests there and had a decent lunch. He guessed that Kroya might have grown up in this place and been raised by the priests to be a kind and upright person. As for where he learned his runes, he couldn't guess for the time being.

However, this monastery is just a small place, far smaller than the church in Whitestone Town. Could there really be a high-ranking priest who could completely purify the dragon's heart, as Kroya mentioned?

Then, Leikin found a good opportunity to reveal the full purpose of his trip.

"I've come here on someone's behalf," Leikin cleared his throat and said seriously, "My companion, Kroya, has a request; he needs help..."

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"Kroya!?"

"What? It's Kroa!"

"Kroya..."

When Lejin uttered the name of Kroya, gasps of astonishment spread like wildfire throughout the monastery. They chanted Kroya's name, carrying the exclamation far and wide, where it was heard by others, in an endless cycle.

Clearly, Croa is a big celebrity in this place.