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Even now, Otto still found it hard to understand Welin.

She was raised by a brass dragon, and her personality seemed just as inscrutable.

At first, Otto thought that she had already mutated into a good dragon, but now it seemed that wasn’t the case.

She didn’t actually care about others; all she cared about was herself.

Or rather, she wanted to leave no regrets in her dragon life.

Indeed, it would be better to have fewer dealings with her.

As a good youngster in the flower-growing family in his previous life, Otto didn’t like to do heartless things.

So, Otto asked indifferently, “Apart from these, is there anything else you were looking for me for?”

His meaning was, if there wasn’t anything important, she might as well leave.

But Welin apparently didn’t get that. Instead, she clapped her hands and said, “Oh, I nearly forgot if you hadn’t mentioned it. That was just a side note.

Konoheim left a communication crystal before he disappeared, clearly not wanting to be disturbed.”

“A communication crystal? Where did you get it?”

“From Black Gold City? ”

Welin’s response made Otto’s mouth twitch violently.

If he remembered correctly, the Soaring Dragon Legion, who had conquered the Dragon Bone Wasteland on his behalf, should be arriving near Black Gold City soon.

Black Gold City was the most prosperous and powerful city-state in the Dragon Bone Wasteland.

Once it was annexed, there wouldn’t be many other problems in half of the Dragon Bone Wasteland.

He vaguely remembered that there seemed to be some agreement between Black Gold City and Konoheim.

So this time, did they contact Konoheim through the communication crystal because they had discovered the movements of Gaz and the Soaring Dragon Legion and wanted to use Konoheim to deal with themselves?

Welin didn’t know what Otto was thinking at this moment, and just casually said, “Since the old man is not here, I answered for him. The other party was seeking his aid.”

Could it really be just like what he thought

Otto cautiously looked at Welin, but she still hadn’t noticed his strange gaze, and continued, “It seems that the person on the other side of the communication crystal is the lord of Black Gold City. They said that a large number of Undead armies had appeared around them.

With their current strength, they simply could not resist, so they hoped that the old man could return to help them as soon as possible.”

Well, it didn’t seem to have anything to do with him.

Wait, Undead army?

Although there were occasionally some Undead creatures in the Dragon Bone Wasteland, he had never heard of an Undead army forming there.

No, it’s not impossible.

Otto thought of what Moray had told him before, that the Death Lord should be coming soon.

At present, this possibility seems very likely.

If Moray were still here, they should be able to confirm it with him. However, it was a pity that he had been taken away by Konoheim for honeymoon.

Thinking of this, Otto asked Welin, “By the way, how did you respond to him?”

“Of course, I refused!”

Welin naturally said, “He was looking for Konoheim, what does it have to do with me, Welin?

You’ve been plotting about the Dragon Bone Wasteland recently, so I thought you might be interested in this. I just came to mention it to you.”

Alright, it seems that his little scheme for the Dragon Bone Wasteland is already widely known.

Apart from this, Welin had nothing more to say.

Once again reiterating her desire to have a batch of dragon eggs with Otto as soon as possible, she left the Council Chamber.

At Otto’s request, the many Lizardmen riding Giant Eagles flew out of the Land of the Soaring Dragon.

Black Gold City.

In terms of appearance alone, there wasn’t much difference between this place and the other city-states in the Dragon Bone Wasteland.

The same city walls made of yellow sand and rubble, as long as one follows the rules, the city does not refuse any race.

It looked like Yellow Sand City, but Black Gold City was much larger.

With more people, it was also more popular with the major commerce guilds.

As it was far from the empire or other human territories, there were no strict laws and regulations, only various unspoken rules that everyone obeyed by default.

In most cases, having money here meant power, and you can buy almost anything you want.

It was also a paradise for merchants, and many wealthy commerce guilds had even moved their headquarters here.

The Bauhinia Chamber of Commerce did the same.

Right now, instead of living their usual luxurious and bustling lives in Black Gold City, the owners of the major commerce guilds were all sitting in the Lord’s meeting room with troubled faces.

Unexpectedly, the lord of Black Gold City was actually a well-dressed goblin.

Only, in front of the major commerce guild owners, he didn’t look very noble.

As a few of the commerce guild owners argued with red necks, he could only stand aside without uttering a sound and try to smile.

Lady Bauhinia was also present, but she seemed to be much calmer than the other commerce guild owners around her.

Suddenly, a fat human with a mouthful of gold teeth pointed at Lady Bauhinia and shouted, “Whore, who was it that assured us that doing business with that damn Silver Dragon was a sure thing?

Look what’s happening now? The city-states near Nolan Forest have been almost completely occupied by those filthy monsters.”

But before he could say anything more, he suddenly covered his fingers and screamed in pain.

A severed finger fell on the table, blood continuously oozing from the broken end.

Black Rose proudly stood beside Lady Bauhinia, drops of blood falling slowly from the blade of her dagger.

The surrounding commerce guild owners stared at this fierce woman in horror, not daring to make a sound, while Black Rose coldly stared at the fat man holding his severed finger and continuing to scream.

“Sir Doron, I advise you to show some respect.

Moreover, the problem Black Gold City faces now is how to deal with the encroaching Undead army, not to bring charges and raise armies over the safety of city-states in remote areas!”

The fat man, called Sir Doron, couldn’t stop her from saying anything more. As he cursed angrily, his servant hurriedly took his severed finger that had fallen on the table and ran out.

If he could find a priest to help him in time, his finger might still be reattached.

As a result of the previous episode, the noisy and chaotic meeting room quieted down instead.

As the nominal lord, the well-dressed goblin carefully observed the changing expressions of these big shots.

If they ended up fighting, he would be the first to hide under the table.

After a while, Lady Bauhinia suddenly slammed the table and stood up. She looked around at everyone and said loudly, “Gentlemen, I have some thoughts on dealing with the approaching Undead army of Black Gold City? “