Chapter 123 - 98: The Ultimate Trump Card_1

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Chapter 123: Chapter 98: The Ultimate Trump Card_1The Young Red Copper Dragon revealed a cunning smile, "It’s not that I knew you were coming, but that you’ve been snooping around for information about me lately." "So, you’ve been waiting here for me?" "The Dance of Seduction performed by harpies is quite rare, a pity there won’t be chances to enjoy it in the future," yawned the Young Red Copper Dragon, stretching languidly. "Seeing as I’ve had such a delightful chat with you, tell me, what exactly brings you here?" S~eaʀᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "A partnership, of course," Gaven got straight to the point, "I help you with your trouble, and you serve me for a hundred years." Gaven fully demonstrated what it meant to take advantage of someone’s dilemma and to make an exorbitant demand. "Serve for a hundred years? What kind of service? Does it include food? Is there a salary? Do I have to be a mount? Do I have to go into battle?" The Young Red Copper Dragon might be young, but it was a cunning little fox, immediately bringing up some core issues. Gaven was also well-prepared and replied promptly, "Room and board included, there’s an annual salary, no need to be a mount, no need to go into battle. Of course, if needed, additional payment will be negotiated separately." Regardless, the first step was to keep the dragon talking; once they’d spent more time together, Gaven had various ways to change the dragon’s mind. It was the same strategy capitalists used to entice workers. "What are the living conditions? Is there any entertainment? How much is the annual salary?" The Young Red Copper Dragon was clearly not so easily swayed. "When the time comes, I’ll make sure to build a dwelling to your specifications, ensuring your satisfaction, an amusing joke or a comedic act provided daily, with an annual salary of a hundred thousand Gold Coins," Gaven assured, thumping his chest. "A hundred thousand Gold Coins?" The Young Red Copper Dragon’s eyes turned into the shape of Gold Coins, and Gaven could hear a distinct swallowing sound. Even to most adult Giant Dragons, not to mention younger ones, a hundred thousand Gold Coins wasn’t a large amount; their treasuries often amounted to several times this figure. But for a young dragon, especially one that had never seen its parents since birth and constantly fled from a Red Dragon, it was no small sum. Or rather, it had never seen so many Gold Coins in its life. "Upfront payment?" Despite being tempted, the Young Red Copper Dragon still had numerous questions. "Upfront payment!" Gaven nodded. In the dealings with Giant Dragons, there was no such thing as payment afterward; at least, none he had encountered before, regardless of whether they were good or evil. Greed was their instinct and their driving force for survival. "Are the jokes or the comedic programs all new? No repeats?" "All new, no repeats." Zhang You’s past life memories were abundant with such material, enough for Gaven to dig through for a while. It would get them through the toughest times; afterwards, professionals could take over. Felen Continent was not short of bards. "How are the wages determined if I serve as a mount or go into battle?" "Negotiated case by case." "What about the loots after the battle?" "Split fifty-fifty." "No good, too little. It should be ninety-ten, ninety for me, ten for you." "Impossible, at most sixty-forty." "Eighty-twenty." "Seventy-thirty, it can only be seventy-thirty. I’m paying you to go into battle." "Fine, seventy-thirty it is." The Giant Dragon would always be the lion, consuming the largest portion. Seventy was for the Dragon, and only thirty for Gaven. The Young Red Copper Dragon was named Aivensa, a solitary dragon that had never laid eyes on its parents since the first moment of its life. This situation was not uncommon. Some Giant Dragons, unprepared for parenthood, abandoned their eggs immediately after laying them. Such irresponsibility was widespread among Colored Dragons and most common among just-matured Metal Dragons. For other dragons, it was safer due to their circumstances to leave their eggs to fend for themselves in the wild, believing that survival chances were higher than if they were kept close. One shouldn’t doubt a dragon’s ability to survive in the wild. Most are larger than wild dogs at birth and could rival a Ferocious Tiger in size; able to run shortly after hatching, fly on the same day, with teeth as sharp as a Tiger’s, and could eat anything, from bushes to rocks if necessary. Some had parents that had suffered misfortune. As to which category Aivensa fell into, it was unclear. She was a typical optimist who believed in living for the moment, appearing carefree and unbothered on the surface. She had been fine before and was confident she would continue to be so. Aivensa’s arch-enemy was a young Red Dragon named Roderick, a whelp who had just left his parent’s nest to fend for himself. He happened to establish his lair near Aivensa’s, sparking a conflict between them which had continued for half a year. "Chief Gaven is back... he... he brought back a Giant Dragon, a real Giant Dragon." "It’s truly a Giant Dragon, a real Giant Dragon." "Saw the Giant Dragon..." When Gaven returned to Eagle Cliff Burrow with Aivensa, it was no exaggeration to say it was like a weasel entering a henhouse. Wherever Aivensa strutted, the Gnolls prostrated themselves, trembling with fear, most unable to utter a complete sentence. Even the Erdes, who faced Harpies with fearless valor, were in a similar state, with only Chester and Bark barely managing to speak, their excitement so palpable they hardly knew what to say. This kind of suppression, rooted in bloodlines, was essentially unsolvable—unless one already had a Giant Dragon as a master. At first, Aivensa enjoyed the obsequious flattery, acting the part of an aloof superior. But she quickly grew impatient with such demeaning adulation and muttered to Gaven, "I told you earlier, no need to come here. Look at them, all acting this way, it’s utterly pointless. It’s far more interesting to continue with our riddles and cross-talk. That was really fun."

Chapter 123 - 98: The Ultimate Trump Card_1

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