Lorien's breath hitched at the sight pf Gold. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Your Majesty, this must be the Goblin treasury!"
In the past, Lorien hadn't cared much for gold. But things were different now.
Thanks to Renjiro, the elves had a way to bring their lost kin back from the divine realm—but the price was steep. Gold was necessary to summon them back, and so, to her, wealth had become invaluable.
Before anyone could move, the Subterranean Drake let out another low, menacing growl. It knew. It was guarding the treasure.
"ROAR!!" The Subterranean Drake let out a low, guttural growl.
As a ninth-circle magical beast with dragon blood running through its veins, it was an exceptionally powerful creature among its rank. The only reason it had agreed to serve as Rukk's mount was simple—it could eat as much as it wanted in this kingdom.
Renjiro casually lifted his golden dagger—Mischief's Reaper—and gave it a light flick.
Poof!
