Nearly a month of time slipped by like a silent, busy fish, until today, a day of particularly bright sunshine and a clear sky like a wash.
Burning Steel Castle, fourth floor.
After finishing the daily exercise, the Red Iron Dragon was lying on a dazzling 'treasure bed' made of countless gold coins, gemstones, and magic items. His dragon tail swept back and forth in the pile of treasures, making a jangling sound of metal and jade colliding.
Finally, the tip of the tail barely scooped up a scant twenty or so magic gemstones.
The quantity was particularly sparse and pitiful, in stark contrast with his massive body.
There are no gemstone mines in the Border Area.
Merely relying on the gemstones previously plundered from various tribes and those obtained through trade couldn't satisfy Galos's consumption, the supply wasn't enough, and now only a few were left.
He wanted to eat a few, but the remaining gemstones were so few that he couldn't bring himself to open his mouth.
