The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted - Chapter 89

The things on the basement floor are both simple and troublesome. The simplicity is that it is not difficult to slaughter the beasts that have no intelligence in them.

The trouble is that the “Rage Moon” has too much influence on the creatures. In the face of a large number of giant beasts that are not afraid of death, even gold-level warriors will be damaged in it.

Even so, Valk did not decide to delegate the management of the basement floor to other clans.

The tauren basically controls the development of food, and the distribution of meat has always been in the hands of the kobold tribe.

Although the agreement is to divide the population equally among the various races, it is not too much to steal food occasionally.

By the time Valk had arranged things on the first basement level, it was almost midnight.

Bathed in the orange-red moon, Valk is like a normal person. As a demigod, the “Incomplete Moon” has a very weak influence on him.

When Valk passed by Ansel, Ansel was purring like thunder, blowing a large piece of dust on the ground.

Sandro scurried over Ans Eir, constantly measuring every inch of Ans Eir’s scales with a magic ruler with admiration on his face.

Lich doesn’t need to sleep too much, he’s obviously still excited.

Valk straightened his tie and watched Sandro shake his head, without the slightest bit of demi-god demeanor.

However, he just walked past lightly and went straight back to his own cabin, without disturbing this wonderful combination of dragon and lich.

After a hard day outside, he is about to return to his warm, comfortable, book-scented cabin, as well as the newly published manuscript today. He has lived in the underground world for thousands of years, and he has never had such expectations on that day.

The ordinary and boring life is over, and he can see new novels every day. Walker feels that his dog life has never been so full of expectations.

This is probably the fun of chasing more.

If Ans El knew what this guy was thinking, he would definitely shake his head and despise him.

It’s too unpromising. If it was in the previous life, the author would not be able to write tens of thousands of words every day, and not many readers would be satisfied.

As soon as Valk approached the cabin, the head kobold emerged from the shadows, and his respectful hands presented a stack of parchment.

Seeing this, Valk’s eyes lit up and said to him, “Well done.”

The head kobold raised his head and his eyes were full of joy and expectation. Not only did he risk his life to ask for the manuscript from Ans El, but he also waited outside for Valk for so long, and finally got an affirmation from Valk.

Valk took the parchment, which felt much lighter than yesterday, and he couldn’t help frowning.

But when he thought of the new plot in the manuscript, his heart was full of fiery again, and he hurriedly opened the magic circle and entered his book room.

The head kobold looked at Valck with anticipation, but he didn’t expect Valck to take the manuscript and leave immediately. There was only one affirmation, and there was no benefit at all.

Valk left the head kobold alone and a dog shivered in the cold wind in the middle of the night.

When Valk sat at the desk in the log cabin, he made a cup of rare black tea in the underground world. Under the dim magic lamp, the parchment exuded a magic that attracted kobolds, as if the devil whispered softly in Valk, full of lure.

Valk is an old kobold who has countless Vietnamese and is full of experience.

He restrained his thirst for new plots, and revisited the previous plots before picking up new manuscripts to continue reading.

The new manuscript was described in detail, and Walker nodded with satisfaction, and soon became immersed in the wonderful plot of “Breaking the Sky”.

He kept flipping through the parchment in his hand, not noticing that there was not much left of the parchment in his hand.

“Wonderful!”

Valk let out a long breath and sighed.

He has already seen the “anti-inflammatory” in the book, the old grandfather who apprenticed to the master, his former talent has returned, and he has acquired new powerful skills. He is about to reach the peak of his dog-headed life, and the clansmen who despise him in front of him slap the face, making beautiful dogs one after another. Fall for him.

Valk suddenly realized what Anselm called the “sense of anticipation”.

Just as he grinned and looked back, he only saw a quaint desktop.

The wooden table that used to be extremely familiar was like an old friend who had accompanied him for thousands of years, but at this moment it was extremely annoying, because it meant that today’s manuscript had been read.

The smile on Valk’s face froze, the wooden house fell into a strange silence, and the magic lights flickered on and off.

Although the manuscript in hand is obviously much less than yesterday, according to Valck’s long-term reading experience, it is definitely not less than 4,000 words.

This is 4,000 words. In a famous geographical book, it is enough to introduce several small countries, but in Ansair’s novel, there are only one or two short plots.

Valk counted and counted the parchment in his hand in disbelief. There were indeed 4,000 words. How could he read it so quickly?

Valk was awake all night, thinking about the next exciting plot, it was difficult for him to fall asleep for a long time.

He turned on the magic lamp again, and looked at the manuscript that Ansel gave him tonight~www.mtlnovel.com~ and could only see one word horizontally and vertically.

water!

He didn’t think of this word, but he already had such a concept in his mind.

Valk raised his bloodshot eyes and looked at Ansel, who was sleeping in the distance.

Sure enough, a giant dragon is a giant dragon, even a metal dragon is too greedy.

Valk can already foresee that in the near future, his small treasury will definitely be emptied by Ansel.

The novel in his hand is like the devil’s contract. When he first read the novel written by Ansel, he had already signed the contract and could no longer escape.

Valk is not worried about running out of his gold and silver jewelry. These have limited use in the underground world, and they are not very attractive to him.

But without these gold and silver jewels, Ansel would definitely leave the underground world without mercy.

Valk looked at the sun that was about to rise in the sky. The warm first sun shone on his face, but he could not feel the slightest warmth.

Even though Valk, who was holding the parchment tightly in his hand, was already a demigod, he could only feel the slightest chill at the moment.

The appearance of Ansel is undoubtedly the blessing of the goddess of art to him again, bringing him such excellent works.

But if this work can’t see the end…

Valk could not imagine how devastating this was to him. It was definitely comparable to the powerlessness of being forced to lead his tribe to live in the underground world thousands of years ago.

You must think of a way to keep him, at least finish the novel.

It’s definitely not possible to stay strong. Two demigod-level powerhouses, Sandro’s unfathomable strength alone is enough to give Valk a headache.

Valk fell into contemplation, but with his kobold’s cerebellum, I’m afraid it would be difficult to come up with any plan to keep Ansel.