Successful Retirement, Accepted by the Dragon Race
Chapter 588: Successful Retirement, Accepted by the Dragon Race
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"No, no, no. If I do as you say, then I will be rejected by the entire Inn. At that time, the Star Race will also be kicked out of the Inn. I cannot bear such consequences!"
Hans shook his head like a rattle-drum and quickly rejected Vincent’s suggestion.
Vincent said very patiently, "You don’t have to worry too much. The three iron laws do not forbid you from informing family members about the deceased! Moreover, as a businessman, it’s reasonable for you to take the initiative to push the responsibility to unrelated individuals. Moreover, I was the one who told you this idea, so you didn’t betray anyone. The Star Race can still continue to do business in the Inn!"
After listening to Vincent’s detailed analysis, Hans finally fell into silence.
After much consideration, Hans raised his right hand and took out an object carved from a rare ore from his storage ring. It looked like a huge wine vat.
"This is a specialty of the Wargod race, the Wargod wine! Since the Wargod Race has been completely wiped out, and the formula for making the Wargod wine has been completely lost, the function of this bottle of Wargod wine is completely unknown. The only thing that can be confirmed is that the main ingredient of the Wargod wine is the blood of the Thunder Giant. Now it is yours!"
Hans introduced the wine bottle in front of him with a dejected expression. After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked out of the lounge. He did not bother to look at Vincent again.
Vincent did not mind. He put away the Wargod wine happily, got up, and went up the stairs to the third floor.
The guards on the third floor had all disappeared without a trace. Only Kurt was left standing in front of the room door, anxiously looking for Vincent’s whereabouts. He soon saw Vincent walking toward him.
Kurt went forward and asked, "Mr. Vincent, are you okay?"
Vincent shook his head, took out a card from his pocket, and said with a smile, "Don’t worry, I’m fine! Now we should leave this place and go to Randall’s place to meet him!"
Kurt could not help but ask nervously, "According to my observation, Randall has at least the strength of a level 80 creature. If the two of us go there rashly, it will be too dangerous. So, should we make some preparations in advance?"
Vincent smiled and waved the dragon egg in his hand. He replied confidently, "Don’t worry, the two of us are now important guests in Randall’s eyes. He will definitely not hurt us!"
Kurt could only scratch his head in confusion. He followed Vincent out of the auction house, and they headed straight to the address marked on the card.
Vincent and Kurt suddenly felt that the surrounding streets were very familiar as they approach
Kurt sighed somewhat unexpectedly, "I can’t believe that the Subdragon Race who wanted to imitate the Dragon Race actually lived on the same street as a real dragon. The funny thing is that they didn’t know about this at all!"
Vincent thought for a moment, smiled, and said, "Actually, if you think about it carefully, this makes sense! Wilson was able to teleport us here because the Dragon Race must have provided him with the coordinates of the Inn. Now it seems that the dragon is Randall! Plus, given the lazy nature of the Dragon Race, the coordinates that Randall can provide must be right at the door of his own home. It’s just that we didn’t think of this at the beginning!"
Kurt nodded in agreement. He then asked, "Then where exactly is Randall’s residence?"
Vincent read the words on the card carefully. He soon raised his hand to point at the tallest building on the street.
"Randall lives in that building! There was an old saying of the Human Race, the weak would hide in the wild, and the powerful would hide in the city. Randall lived in such a bustling street with a high profile. Although he had an unusual appearance, many creatures still did not notice his identity. He is truly a smart dragon!"
Vincent brought Kurt forward and knocked on the door.
As the door slowly opened, a servant appeared in front of Vincent. He did not say anything. He only faintly bowed to Vincent, turned around, and walked inside.
Vincent followed behind the servant with a curious expression. He entered the castle-like residence.
Randall’s residence was more luxurious compared to Wilson’s. While maintaining luxury, he did not forget to pursue comfort. It made others yearn to live in such a place.
Vincent was led by the servant to the room on the top floor.
At that moment, Randall had changed into a comfortable set of home clothes. He sat upright in the room and looked at Vincent expressionlessly.
"Mr. Randall, we meet again! I wonder if you took the initiative to invite me here to express your gratitude? Or is there something that you want to ask me?" asked Vincent with a smile on his face.
Randall took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Tell me, why should I express my gratitude to you?"
Vincent raised the dragon egg in his hand. He smiled and said, "Because the dragon eggs of the Frost Dragons need enough heat to hatch, but the frost dragons only have extremely low temperatures and cannot provide long-term and efficient heat. If I had not taken over in time, I’m afraid that your children would not have been born, right?"
Kurt, who was standing behind Vincent, could not help but look shocked when he heard that.
Vincent had told Kurt in detail about every transaction between him and Wilson. However, he did not mention any secrets about the Dragon Race’s reproduction methods. Kurt could not understand it at all, how did Vincent find out?
Randall’s curiosity was also aroused at that moment. He bent down slightly and asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, how did you find out?"
Vincent sniffed the dragon egg in his hand and said, "You should know that I’m a Dragon Race material merchant who has a business relationship with Mr. Wilson, so I’m very familiar with the blood of the Fire Dragon! I found out that there was a very strong stench of the Fire Dragon’s blood on this dragon egg so I could briefly guess the real reason why it was in the trading market. I believe that the Dragon Race material merchant was also following your orders and took the initiative to wait for me there, right?"
Randall, who always had a serious expression, suddenly revealed a smile. He nodded and said, "That’s right! Because you and Wilson have a close relationship, I guessed that you must have a large amount of Fire Dragon’s blood on you, so I wanted to test if you were willing to help hatch the dragon egg. In the end, I didn’t expect you to not only see through my intentions but to also possess an extremely strong fire ability. It seems that you are even more outstanding than Wilson had described! If you’re willing to help me incubate the dragon eggs, you can make any request to me. I can do anything for you!"
Vincent was stunned.. He then said, "I have many enemies, so I hope that you can help me once in a time of danger. As long as you can ensure my safe escape, that’s fine! In addition, I also need your Frost Dragon blood!"