chsdbacks Chapter 34 The Blue Dragon's Legacy
Chapter 34 The Blue Dragon's Legacy
"The legacy of the dragon race, and a nearly pure-blooded blue dragon at that?"
Ronan was deeply moved upon hearing this.
As is well known, dragons love to collect precious items and shiny things.
Therefore, dragons' lairs are usually filled with treasures.
This is why so many adventurers risk their lives to explore the dragon's lair.
He was recently worried about money, and suddenly he received a windfall, just like someone handing him a pillow when he was sleepy.
After explaining everything, White Dragon Ilmaro, intending to leave, said, "Ronan, let's end our meeting here. I have something to do, and it's actually related to you as well."
"I'm going to see my other son, your brother."
"My brother?"
Upon hearing this, Ronan was suddenly struck by a thought: did his mother have other sons?
But then it occurred to me that dragons are inherently promiscuous, and perhaps the "brother" the white dragon spoke of was the offspring of this white dragon and other women.
Sure enough, the next moment, Ilmaro, the white dragon, said, "He is your half-brother, born to me and a sorceress. The power of Baal within him is more concentrated than yours, even surpassing that of Apodel Adrian, the strongest son of Baal. Therefore, Baal spared no expense in using his own flesh and blood to nurture him into the 'Son of Baal'."
"He is now the leader of the Baal Order."
"Evil thoughts?" Ronan asked.
"You know him too?" said the white dragon Ilmaro. "Yes, it's him. In order to prevent you brothers from killing each other and to prevent Baal from succeeding, I have to find him and persuade him to believe in Tyr and become a priest or paladin of the God of Justice, just like me, and ask the God of Justice to suppress the Baal power within him."
"Good luck, Father," Ronan said.
White Dragon Ilmaro nodded: "I will come to see you again."
Having said that, he used the [Transformation Technique] to transform back into a human, put on his hood, opened the door, and went out.
Ronan was left alone in the house again.
Although his meeting with Bai Long lasted less than an hour, the information he received still left his head buzzing.
"However, aside from the fact that my great-great-grandfather in this life is the evil god Baal, everything else is good news."
Thinking of this, Ronan glanced at the note Bai Long had given him, then took a blank sheet of paper, took out ink and a quill pen, and wrote down the account number and password of the accounting firm in Chinese characters on the blank paper. Then he used [Flame Breath] to spit out a small ball of flame, destroying Bai Long's note.
Then he unfurled the parchment scroll containing the training methods for the Sword Saint.
At a glance, it is clear that the Sword Saint is a sub-class of the Warrior, but the training method is somewhat similar to that of the Monk.
It involves training oneself to be more agile through methods similar to those of martial monks, so that one can master the art of fighting without armor and gain exceptional flexibility and mobility.
At the same time, through training, one can specialize in a single weapon, achieving astonishing levels of attack skills and speed.
To be honest, compared to the many sword techniques recorded in the "Heavenly Book," the Sword Saint's training method is really nothing special.
Furthermore, he possesses expertise in swordsmanship. As long as he has a sword in his hand, he can wield it with dazzling skill. The dexterity of his swordsmanship is no less than that of the Dugu Nine Swords described in the novels of his previous life.
If given a sufficiently sharp weapon with special effects, he might be able to hold his own against high-level warriors using only his swordsmanship and agility.
Although the Sword Saint's training methods are no longer of much use to him, they are extremely valuable in this world, and are also a legacy of a blue dragon, making them worthy of being treasured.
He immediately rewrapped the parchment and put it into his dimensional bag.
Then, he planned to go to the accounting office to see how much money was in that account and then carefully plan how to use the money.
He put on a cloak and a hood, and went out.
With his current charm, he would become the center of attention if he walked down the street.
He didn't want to be too high-profile, so he had to cover his face.
Using the [Jump Rock] technique, he instantly became as light as a swallow and moved like the wind, arriving at the front of the Qingzhang House in less than ten minutes.
Two burly men, dressed in cotton-padded clothes like two bears, strode forward and blocked Ronan's path.
"Sir, what brings you here? Could you please take off your hat so we can see it?" the guard asked.
The head of the accounting office would force the guards to memorize images of wanted criminals from Waterdeep, Baldur's Gate, and the Amn Empire.
As soon as a person takes off their hood, the guards at the clearing house can tell whether the person is a wanted criminal at a glance.
Immediately, Ronan grabbed the brim of his hat with both hands and flipped it back.
The two guards' eyes lit up immediately. They were stunned for a moment because they had never seen such a charming person before.
Then they remembered their duties and recalled the images of the wanted criminals they had seen.
After confirming that Ronan was not there, one of the guards gestured for him to enter: "Excuse me, sir, please come in."
Ronan then strode into the grandly decorated hall of the accounting office.
Rows of counters were arranged in a very regular pattern along the side of the hall. Accountants wearing monocleans and with serious expressions sat behind the counters, talking quietly to customers.
Just as Ronan was looking for an empty counter, he heard the sound of high heels on the floor.
Turning his head, he saw that the woman who had guided him and the merchant Rhys last time was coming over again.
Just like last time, the woman was still wearing a Greek-style robe, with slits that occasionally revealed her long, white legs as she walked.
"Sir, it's been a long time," the woman said to Ronan.
"You remember me?" Ronan asked. It had been several months since he last visited this place.
With people coming and going at the clearing shop, this woman must have served many customers a day. It's not easy for her to remember people she's seen after so long.
"Of course," the woman smiled. "With your charm, it's hard to forget someone you've only met once."
"May I ask what brings you here, sir?"
Ronan said, "Check the balance of an account."
The woman immediately led Ronan to a counter.
Ronan gave the account and password, and the thin-faced bookkeeper wearing a monocle wrote a note and handed it to the narrow window behind the counter.
Ronan guessed that behind the window was a group of accountants doing the tedious work of clearing accounts.
A short while later, someone knocked on the window, and the bookkeeper immediately turned around to get the slip of paper.
Upon reading it, his pupils dilated slightly, and then he handed the note to Ronan.
Ronan looked at the note and saw that the account balance was 20000 gold coins.
It seems that his white dragon father sold the blue dragon grandfather's treasure, exchanged it for gold coins, and deposited them into this account.
According to normal prices in Forgotten Realms, a skilled worker can earn 1 gold coin for a day's work.
So these 20000 gold coins are equivalent to the money a skilled worker can earn in about 60 years, or even a lifetime.