Silver Dragon: From Shell to God

"boom"

Bert kept his friendly smile.

The Fortress, carrying more than 200 sailors and dozens of magical beasts, slowly sailed away to the east as they watched.

Until it was a thousand meters away.

After Bert estimated that the creatures or humans on the warship could not see him, he relaxed his expression and looked thoughtful.

Not only him, but other sailors on the Golden also showed relaxed expressions.

Being with creatures that were far superior to their own biological level, even the famously kind dragons still felt nervous.

Now they can relax.

The old captain just relaxed after thinking of this, but suddenly he thought of another thing and his expression suddenly became strange.

Many sailors have not realized this yet, only some smart people have thought of it.

"Master Bert, I'm sorry to be rude to you, but when we were fighting the navy lackeys before, we had to find a way to escape, and what Lord Arden said might be the only effective way."

The old captain came up to Bert, who was standing at the front of the deck.

As the sailors talked, he fell to one knee.

The old captain, who had experienced wind and rain on the sea and whose face had been weathered by the sea wind, took off his captain's hat with his dry hands covered with scars and wounds and handed it to Bert.

"Of course, I was just blinded by fear at that time. Please don't laugh at me as a coward. It was my mistake that I didn't listen to you key figures at the critical moment for the sake of survival. All the wealth that Lord Arden gave me this time will be distributed to you as a reward."

Bert generously put the captain's hat back on the old captain who was kneeling on one knee, and personally helped him up.

He forced a smile between the fat on his face, looking like a benevolent lord.

Hearing his promise, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

But some people's alarm bells rang and they suddenly felt anxious.

They said no, but their heart was thinking another way. For their master, this kind of thing is not uncommon.

How could any Kimpson person voluntarily give away their wealth to others outside their ethnic group?

The more you say you don't care, the more you care in your heart.

The old captain is also a shrewd man. He has been familiar with his master's character over the years.

Among the more than 50 sailors on the Golden Gold, he was the only one who had followed Bert ten years ago.

He immediately understood what Bert was thinking.

He closed his eyes in pain, then stood up again and walked to the stern without saying a word.

It was as if he understood what he was doing.

Some of the old sailors who had followed the captain for several years seemed to have telepathic connection and also followed him to the stern to continue controlling the ship back.

Another group of sailors with strange colors on their faces began to complete their work calmly.

"You, you guys. You are a bunch of low-born bastards, low-blooded thieves! What do you want to do? Let me go."

Soon there came the exclamation of Bert, a warrior who was only level two.

He has always been obsessed with accumulating wealth and can find all the wealth within a thousand miles in the shortest time.

But they forget that the ability to protect wealth is their own strength.

With more than a dozen sailors holding Bert by his limbs, they threw him into the sea.

The cold feeling suddenly covered Bert's limbs. The azure blue sea water turned into a life-threatening devil at this moment. Under the sunshine, he personally felt the sea water pouring into his body, every inch of his skin, and his mouth and nose.

Bert struggled for half an hour and finally lost consciousness in despair.

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the other side.

Steam roared, and the medium-sized warship weighing more than 1000 tons was still moving eastward unswervingly behind the fortress.

An eighteen-meter-long brass dragon landed on the deck with a bloody human head in its mouth.

It was because of the emergence of the floating city that Lulos was completely blinded by greed.

"Little Arden, what are you doing? Interesting."

Facing Baden descending from the sky, Arden was not very moved, but continued to control the wizard's hand and write the book in front of him.

This book made Baden's eyes widen the moment he saw it.

Both the paper and the cover are of ordinary quality, except for the silver dragon carved on the cover of the book.

It's made of mithril!

"You are so extravagant. I have lived for so many years, more than a thousand years, and I have never heard of anyone being so extravagant as to use mithril to make ornaments."

"Dragons really cannot be compared with each other. I'm afraid only the gods have the qualification to do so."

Baden complained madly, not repeating a single word in five minutes.

The expression on Arden's face suddenly turned bad again.

The book in front of him was called the Book of Silver Dragon.

It's Arden's diary.

Because one day, Arden had a sudden idea.

As an ancestral dragon, he will be so powerful one day that Arden can say so to all creatures on the continent.

"Hand over everything of value!"

If so, it will definitely be recorded in history. Whether it is the bards among the elves or the historians among humans, they will record it and it will become an indelible part of the entire empire.

If Arden later founded an empire, he would naturally preserve his own mark.

A diary or book of your own can also become the future ruling ideology of your empire.

Why not? So Arden started writing down the events in his life and the insights he gained.

"Okay, Lord Baden, I admit defeat. If nothing else, I'll give you some mithril."

Arden recorded the previous naval battles in the Silver Dragon Book, which would surely become famous in the future, and then closed it.

He could do nothing about the brass dragon that kept chattering beside him, so he sighed and said.

"it is good."

The expression on Baden's old face changed immediately and he smiled.

The Brass Dragon has a very peculiar habit.

They are famous for being talkative, and any intelligent creature that doesn't want them to talk to them will force them to stay, or even use a spell to freeze them, until they finish talking.

If they are facing the same species or the same brass dragon, the two dragons will talk to each other until one of them is unwilling to speak, and the brass dragon is proud to stay and say the last word in the conversation.

Baden was very happy to see Arden surrender, because this was a future ancestral dragon.

If one day, Arden becomes successful, he will tell his old compatriots about this matter.

It’s so beautiful.

Not to mention, Arden was planning to give him some mithril.

"Dragons exchange with each other on an equal footing. It is my duty to protect you. I will not take your mithril for nothing. I will give this to you."

Baden was suddenly numb after receiving the 50 cubic meters of mithril.

He looked at the dragons around him who were looking at him intentionally or unintentionally with envy in their eyes.

I felt a mixture of excitement and embarrassment rising inside me.

Why do I feel guilty about robbing my own descendants?

Thinking of this, Barton simply shook his head and took out a storage ring from the space crack.

"The great swordsman's storage ring is for you."