Chapter 1316: Chapter 705: Showing Off is Better with Acquaintances_2
If the other party knew the price of my Dragon Breath, I wonder if they’d be so envious and jealous that they’d cough up blood?
Anything fears comparison. After this incident, Aivensa subconsciously leaned toward accepting the Dragon Breath transaction price proposed by Gaven earlier.
Gaven’s ntal image from before wasn’t wrong.
The process of creating the Dragon Breath Tremor Bombs is essentially a variation of a kobold dragon-seeking prayer ritual. That little Wilderness Kobold is the host of the ceremony, and during this process, the energy infused into the Tremor Bombs no longer cos from the natural environnt’s magic elents but from the Dragon Breath elents ford through extensive chemical reactions inside a Giant Dragon’s body.
Soon, a fiery red Tremor Bomb was completed.
Red Dragon Breath Tremor Bomb.
Producer: Roderick
Age group: Juvenile
Upon triggering the explosion, the blast diater covers ten ters. Creatures within the explosion radius will suffer 14D6 fire impact damage, and those directly struck by the fla impact will have a certain chance of igniting.
When it is used by kobolds and deeply buried as a tremor bomb, it causes an additional 4D6 impact damage.
This is one of the aspects that distinguishes the Dragon Breath Tremor Bomb from regular Tremor Bombs—its attribute classification depends on the attribute of the Dragon providing the Dragon Breath.
This further highlights Aivensa’s current strength. Her Dragon Breath’s destructive power not only surpasses the juvenile Red Dragon but can morph into a second form.
Even if Roderick grows into adolescence, she can still take him on head-on.
Moreover, whether it’s the juvenile Red Dragon Roderick or the adolescent Red Copper Dragon Aivensa, both clearly understand that this is rely the beginning—the gap between the two dragons will only widen because of the uneven distribution of resources provided by Gaven.
This fully demonstrates that while innate talent is important, acquired cultivation is equally indispensable. Even Humans, who are fundantally weak, can rival Giant Dragons with the investnt of vast resources, let alone Giant Dragons who already possess innate advantages.
“Starting now, your biggest task is stockpiling Red Dragon Breath Tremor Bombs. Here’s a basic monthly target for you: three hundred bombs. Complete the target and earn an extra reward of one thousand Gold Coins as full attendance bonus. Fail to complete it, and I’ll deduct paynt at a rate of ten Gold Coins per bomb. If you produce fewer than half, I’ll penalize you by one thousand Gold Coins.”
This was Gaven’s way to prevent the juvenile Red Dragon from slacking off.
“Rest assured, master, as long as there’s no fighting, I guarantee all my Dragon Breath will be converted into stored Tremor Bombs.” The juvenile Red Dragon patted his chest with a flattering grin as he made his promise.
He felt an urgent need to adjust his attitude—to grovel so more in front of this devil, no, this master. If he could prove himself to be more obedient and useful than that overly talkative Red Copper Dragon, perhaps Gaven might tilt resources in his favor, helping him grow stronger. After all, the stronger he beca, it would be beneficial for Gaven as well.
“Alright, you two wait here for a mont. I’m going to fetch a few experts to see if this automated silver-refining production line is salvageable. No fighting, understood.” Since he was personally on-site, Gaven might as well take care of all matters here at once.
As soon as Gaven left, the two dragons instantly started glaring at each other. Their relationship had never been friendly; they couldn’t wait to tear each other apart. The juvenile Red Dragon especially harbored such murderous thoughts.
Even without the fear of Gaven, Aivensa’s current strength ant he wouldn’t dare to challenge her easily. Doing so would only result in brutal tornt—and he only enjoyed tornting others.
“After I entered Dragon Sleep, how much do you know about Gaven’s affairs?” Aivensa, ever talkative, broke the tension first.
Even during their more hostile interactions in the past, she could force a conversation or even sing at him. So now, with at least so shared topics, striking up a discussion felt even more natural.
“I wasn’t directly involved much, but I’ve heard plenty of stories.” The juvenile Red Dragon’s eyes flicked mischievously, aware that Aivensa, having just awoken from her prolonged Dragon Sleep, needed to catch up on the events she missed. “If you’re interested, I can share what I know with you.”
Better to speak himself than endure the endless chatter of this talkative Red Copper Dragon.
“Good! Good! Good!” Aivensa nodded excitedly.
The snippets she glimpsed in the Dragon Oak Dream Realm had left her wanting more, sparking even greater curiosity.
“Since you entered your growth-stage Dragon Sleep, Lord Gaven left the Rocklands and ventured to the Valley. From then on, the entire history of Felen has entered a new chapter…” The juvenile Red Dragon launched into storytelling mode.
He was only responsible for narrating and wouldn’t vouch for the authenticity of what he said. For Aivensa, who clearly stood on Gaven’s side, excessively hyping up his achievents was undoubtedly the right move.
Gaven’s experiences were inherently legendary, and once embellished by the juvenile Red Dragon, they left Aivensa—who had just entered adolescence—absolutely thunderstruck.
Half a year ago, that Half-Elf who relied on her to posture and strut, had managed to slay dragons and gods within just six months?
No wonder he was decked out in such extravagant equipnt—one of his first gifts to her was a Magic Necklace worth an impressive thirty thousand.
When Gaven returned with the Iron Clan’s Dwarf Blacksmiths and saw the two dragons interacting—one passionately storytelling, the other intently listening—he chose not to disturb them.
“Those kobolds dare to attempt sothing like this? Aren’t they afraid of ssing up one step and blasting themselves straight into the skies?” Giharin was stunned by the state of the automated silver-refining production line in Nanklept.
The Dwarves’ automated production lines either harnessed volcanoes or bound the powerful Fire Elents from the Fire Elental Plane as energy sources. This indicated that imnse energy was contained within.
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