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Chapter 331
chapter 280 part 1
Chapter 279: Transaction, Greed, and Arrival at the Holy Kingdom
"Starting today, come here every three days to drink one of the red potions."
"Also, raise your arm," Tang Zheng said, his expression turning serious.
Lizardman Kuru Xue hurriedly raised her arm.
*Shing!*
A dagger appeared in Tang Zheng's hand. With a flick of his wrist, a cold glint flashed through the air, and a cut immediately appeared on the arm of Lizardman Kuru Xue.
Blood flowed from the wound.
Tang Zheng picked up a nearby empty potion bottle and collected the blood. He didn't stop until all the bottles that had previously contained the dragon blood she drank were completely full.
"You've worked hard. Go and rest now," Tang Zheng said, his voice becoming much gentler.
Due to the significant blood loss, the body of Lizardman Kuru Xue felt limp, and a look of weakness filled her eyes. Yet, her mind, on the contrary, grew clearer and more invigorated.
"Lord, if you need it, I can provide you with blood at any time." Lizardman Kuru Xue wasn't afraid; instead, she let out a sigh of relief.
She was still useful!
As long as she was alive, she could ensure the safety of the Lizardman Race.
Watching Lizardman Kuru Xue depart, Tang Zheng's gaze fell upon the potion bottles filled with blood. "Whether it's because of her class or her bloodline, the effect of the 'Dragon Blood' is clearly much better on Kuru Xue."
"I've always used a single type of blood for my research. I'd never really considered using a mixture of different blood types."
The first day of the second month.
A medium-sized sea vessel was anchored in the sea southeast of the Holy Kingdom. The sky was overcast and gray, with a light rain falling.
The sea breeze was not strong.
After all, it was a sea region close to the mainland, but the ocean surface still rolled with waves, causing the entire vessel to rock and sway.
A middle-aged man with ordinary clothes, wrinkles spreading from the corners of his eyes, and golden hair stood on the deck. His hands gripped the ship's railing tightly as he gazed toward the blurry shoreline.
Even though his clothes were soaked through by the rain, the golden-haired man showed no intention of returning to the cabin to take shelter, his face instead filled with worry and nervousness.
The Holy Kingdom is a peninsular country surrounded by the sea on three sides.
A body of water, approximately forty kilometers wide and two hundred kilometers long, runs through its center. The entire country can be understood as having a concave shape, and it is precisely the existence of this sea that divides the nation into the Southern and Northern Holy Kingdom.
The Fortress Wall was built on the right side of this concave shape, completely separating the Holy Kingdom from the Abelion Hills.
To enter the hills from within the Holy Kingdom, there was only one official route: through the Fortress Wall. The only other path was to travel by sea along the border.
Entering the second month, most of the country would experience frequent rain. Being a peninsular nation surrounded by the sea on three sides, its rainfall was relatively abundant.
This was not a suitable time to set sail.
"I hope nothing goes wrong."
The golden-haired middle-aged man's palms, gripping the ship's railing, tightened once more. "Lord Baron... *Sigh*, I hope this wasn't the wrong decision."
About half a month ago, news emerged that ogres from the hills had gone to the fortress to trade with humans.
This was as unbelievable as the detestable demi-humans from the hills suddenly surrendering to them.
The higher-ups at the Fortress Wall had suppressed the matter, but it still leaked out. The Lord Baron had heard this rumor at a banquet, which was what gave him the idea.
"May the Four Great Gods protect us. I hope everything goes smoothly."
"This matter absolutely must not be known by the other high-ranking nobles, or even Her Highness the Holy Princess," the golden-haired man prayed inwardly, his face twisted in a grimace.
If word of this got out, their Lord Baron would surely be sent to the gallows.
At this moment, on the distant shore, several humans dressed as commoners were staring in terror, trembling, at the twenty massive, powerful ogres that had appeared before them.
"Demi-humans! They're demi-human ogres!" one of the commoners stammered, his legs shaking. A stench of urine wafted from his lower body as he spoke.
"Shut up!" The man who looked to be the leader, relatively strong, shot him a fierce glare, terrified of accidentally provoking the group of ogres. His sudden outburst had made the other commoners flinch.
Against these ogres, let alone escape, there were so few of them they probably wouldn't even be enough to get stuck in their teeth.
"Food. The food we want," an ogre growled impatiently, glaring with crimson eyes at the empty-handed humans before it.
The other ogres turned to look, one by one. Some licked their lips, while others even started to drool.
Faced with all these cannibalistic gazes, the human commoners' legs had gone soft. Some wanted to run but found their bodies were too paralyzed by fear to take a single step.
"Weak humans."
"So hungry. I want to eat meat."
"…"
Seeing this group of pale-faced humans, several ogres burst into taunting, mocking laughter.
"The goods are on the boat!"
Hearing the mockery, the leading commoner suddenly felt a surge of courage. His voice trembled involuntarily, but he still shouted loudly, "We need to deliver our items to the ship first before we can give you the food."
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
The ogres, their scalps covered in fleshy warts, turned their heads to look at each other, unable to decide for a moment.
"Give them the stuff." The lead ogre waved a thick arm that nearly touched the ground.
Large chunks of gold ore were carried over by ogres from the back and thrown down in front of the humans.
*Thud! Thud! Thud!*
Each piece of gold ore made a huge sound as it hit the ground, shaking not only the earth but also the hearts of all the commoners.
"Gold?"
"Is this gold?"
The group, who had just been terrified, now found their breathing growing ragged as they stared at the gold ore before them, which still reflected a golden glint even in the gloomy weather.
These humans obviously didn't know what was being traded.
Soon, having calmed down, the group painstakingly carried the gold ore to the boats on the shore. Piloting the small boats, they quickly left the coast and disappeared into the rainy mist.
Chapter 279: Transaction, Greed, and Arrival at the Holy Kingdom
"Starting today, come here every three days to drink one of the red potions."
"Also, raise your arm," Tang Zheng said, his expression turning serious.
Lizardman Kuru Xue hurriedly raised her arm.
*Shing!*
A dagger appeared in Tang Zheng's hand. With a flick of his wrist, a cold glint flashed through the air, and a cut immediately appeared on the arm of Lizardman Kuru Xue.
Blood flowed from the wound.
Tang Zheng picked up a nearby empty potion bottle and collected the blood. He didn't stop until all the bottles that had previously contained the dragon blood she drank were completely full.
"You've worked hard. Go and rest now," Tang Zheng said, his voice becoming much gentler.
Due to the significant blood loss, the body of Lizardman Kuru Xue felt limp, and a look of weakness filled her eyes. Yet, her mind, on the contrary, grew clearer and more invigorated.
"Lord, if you need it, I can provide you with blood at any time." Lizardman Kuru Xue wasn't afraid; instead, she let out a sigh of relief.
She was still useful!
As long as she was alive, she could ensure the safety of the Lizardman Race.
Watching Lizardman Kuru Xue depart, Tang Zheng's gaze fell upon the potion bottles filled with blood. "Whether it's because of her class or her bloodline, the effect of the 'Dragon Blood' is clearly much better on Kuru Xue."
"I've always used a single type of blood for my research. I'd never really considered using a mixture of different blood types."
The first day of the second month.
A medium-sized sea vessel was anchored in the sea southeast of the Holy Kingdom. The sky was overcast and gray, with a light rain falling.
The sea breeze was not strong.
After all, it was a sea region close to the mainland, but the ocean surface still rolled with waves, causing the entire vessel to rock and sway.
A middle-aged man with ordinary clothes, wrinkles spreading from the corners of his eyes, and golden hair stood on the deck. His hands gripped the ship's railing tightly as he gazed toward the blurry shoreline.
Even though his clothes were soaked through by the rain, the golden-haired man showed no intention of returning to the cabin to take shelter, his face instead filled with worry and nervousness.
The Holy Kingdom is a peninsular country surrounded by the sea on three sides.
A body of water, approximately forty kilometers wide and two hundred kilometers long, runs through its center. The entire country can be understood as having a concave shape, and it is precisely the existence of this sea that divides the nation into the Southern and Northern Holy Kingdom.
The Fortress Wall was built on the right side of this concave shape, completely separating the Holy Kingdom from the Abelion Hills.
To enter the hills from within the Holy Kingdom, there was only one official route: through the Fortress Wall. The only other path was to travel by sea along the border.
Entering the second month, most of the country would experience frequent rain. Being a peninsular nation surrounded by the sea on three sides, its rainfall was relatively abundant.
This was not a suitable time to set sail.
"I hope nothing goes wrong."
The golden-haired middle-aged man's palms, gripping the ship's railing, tightened once more. "Lord Baron... *Sigh*, I hope this wasn't the wrong decision."
About half a month ago, news emerged that ogres from the hills had gone to the fortress to trade with humans.
This was as unbelievable as the detestable demi-humans from the hills suddenly surrendering to them.
The higher-ups at the Fortress Wall had suppressed the matter, but it still leaked out. The Lord Baron had heard this rumor at a banquet, which was what gave him the idea.
"May the Four Great Gods protect us. I hope everything goes smoothly."
"This matter absolutely must not be known by the other high-ranking nobles, or even Her Highness the Holy Princess," the golden-haired man prayed inwardly, his face twisted in a grimace.
If word of this got out, their Lord Baron would surely be sent to the gallows.
At this moment, on the distant shore, several humans dressed as commoners were staring in terror, trembling, at the twenty massive, powerful ogres that had appeared before them.
"Demi-humans! They're demi-human ogres!" one of the commoners stammered, his legs shaking. A stench of urine wafted from his lower body as he spoke.
"Shut up!" The man who looked to be the leader, relatively strong, shot him a fierce glare, terrified of accidentally provoking the group of ogres. His sudden outburst had made the other commoners flinch.
Against these ogres, let alone escape, there were so few of them they probably wouldn't even be enough to get stuck in their teeth.
"Food. The food we want," an ogre growled impatiently, glaring with crimson eyes at the empty-handed humans before it.
The other ogres turned to look, one by one. Some licked their lips, while others even started to drool.
Faced with all these cannibalistic gazes, the human commoners' legs had gone soft. Some wanted to run but found their bodies were too paralyzed by fear to take a single step.
"Weak humans."
"So hungry. I want to eat meat."
"…"
Seeing this group of pale-faced humans, several ogres burst into taunting, mocking laughter.
"The goods are on the boat!"
Hearing the mockery, the leading commoner suddenly felt a surge of courage. His voice trembled involuntarily, but he still shouted loudly, "We need to deliver our items to the ship first before we can give you the food."
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
The ogres, their scalps covered in fleshy warts, turned their heads to look at each other, unable to decide for a moment.
"Give them the stuff." The lead ogre waved a thick arm that nearly touched the ground.
Large chunks of gold ore were carried over by ogres from the back and thrown down in front of the humans.
*Thud! Thud! Thud!*
Each piece of gold ore made a huge sound as it hit the ground, shaking not only the earth but also the hearts of all the commoners.
"Gold?"
"Is this gold?"
The group, who had just been terrified, now found their breathing growing ragged as they stared at the gold ore before them, which still reflected a golden glint even in the gloomy weather.
These humans obviously didn't know what was being traded.
Soon, having calmed down, the group painstakingly carried the gold ore to the boats on the shore. Piloting the small boats, they quickly left the coast and disappeared into the rainy mist.
