After capturing the twin brothers and destroying their base, Aldred dug more tunnels to search for the other bases. He found numerous of them scattered across the county, but they were smaller and weaker in comparison to the twin brothers.
After capturing enough criminals, Aldred and Maverick dug to the surface and went towards Monthiviers.
Maverick looked at Aldred who was currently caressing the long blade in his child form. It was impossible for him to use the blade in child form, but he could put it on his lap and take care of it like it was his companion.
"You like the sword that much?"
Aldred nodded. "I love it. I think there's really a spirit inside this sword. It can talk to me. I know that for sure. The skills that you saw I executed were taught by the spirit of this sword."
Maverick laughed bitterly. "I guess the weapon chose its owner. And it deemed me as unworthy."
"Maybe it has specific taste in people."
Maverick laughed. "Yeah, I think so."
Many minutes later, they saw a formidable bridge that spanned over the Chain River. And beside it was the grand city of Monthiviers.
Merchants flocked the plain, and they were shocked to see such a large creature running in plain sight.
"Mother of milf! What is that?"
"God of Incest! Is that a Xer Xai?"
"Anal canal, are my eyes playing tricks on me?"
Aldred glanced at them and smiled, waving his hand. He told Xer Xai to turn around and run to them.
This made the merchants panicked. What would you do if a a creature with hideous face, claws, and exoskeleton running at you with the size of a mountain?
RUN MOTHERFUCKER! RUN!!!!
The merchants turned their carriages with sweat all over their face.
Aldred scratched his cheek. "I think I scared them a bit."
Maverick smiled awkwardly. 'You didn't scare them a 'little bit'. They're literally running for their life.'
"Hey guys! Wait up!"
Xer Xai leaped over and landed in front of them. The merchants pulled the rein of their horses.
Some of the merchants immediately hopped off their carriages and kowtowed. "Lord, please give mercy!"
"Wait wait! I am not here to kill you. I want to trade."
They looked at him in disbelief.
"You want to trade with us?"
"Yes." Aldred landed on the ground. He then pulled a Bajaragon scale from his inventory. "This is a Bajaragon scale. Taken from Mount Fargon itself."
One of the merchant carefully took the scale and inspect it carefully. "This one is a fine quality. How many of these do you have, my lord?"
Aldred poured the scales out of his hand, making a pile that reached the merchants' waist.
Their eyes widened to see such a large amount of scales.
"So many Bajaragon scales!"
"What would you like to trade, my lord?"
"I want your whole caravan."
"The whole caravan!?" They couldn't believe what they just heard, but all of them thought seriously about it.
"Please wait for a moment, my lord. I will discuss it with the others."
They all gathered for a meeting and discussed it for a while. One of the representative had a scared look as he approached Aldred.
"We apologize, my lord. But we cannot trade the whole caravan for this amount of Bajaragon scales."
"Okay, wait a minute." Aldred summoned a Bajaragon, told it to turn into real form, and then literally skinned its scales off.
After finishing the whole Bajaragon, Aldred summon another one, and then skinned it just like before. Pile after pile of Bajaragon scales fell to the ground.
The merchants could only stare without saying anything.
After he finished both of dragon, he told them to turn into undead form, regenerating its scales, and then transform back into the real form.
'What the hell?'
All the merchants knew what Aldred was doing. He was farming Bajaragon scales! And it seemed he could do it indefinitely.
That was like getting money without doing anything.
After a moment, Aldred was done collecting the scales and he presented 6 pile to the merchants.
"Is this enough?"
"Enough, my lord. Enough."
Although they wanted more, they knew when to hold their greedy desire. Especially in front of a powerful lord. Nobles had put a stereotype on merchants that they were always greedy for profit. This made nobles act harsher on merchants and even punish them sometimes.
This led merchants to control their desire a bit in front of a powerful noble.
"Good. I will be taking your caravan."
"Should we bring it to your mansion, my lord?"
"No need." Aldred waved his hand and all the carriages vanished without a trace. Only the horses were left.
The merchants stared in shock. 'Just who is this young lord? Everything he did shocked them again and again.'
"You guys have storage pouch to store these scales right?"
"We do, my lord. Thank you for your understanding."
"No problem. If I see you with more treasures, I will trade with you again."
Aldred then hopped on top Xer Xai and waved to them as he left them speechless on the grassy land.
"Just who is that?"
"The one beside him is Lord Maverick. The son of Count Aleron Chanterre. But that boy… I think I heard of him. He said Mount Fargon right?"
"Yeah, many tales has spread about the legendary warrior climbing down from Mount Fargon. Many of them are so powerful they outshined every known genius in the continent. I heard they receive powerful blessing on that mountain."
"Yes, but the most talked about was a boy. With millions of undead as his army, he was said to breeze through every challenges on the mountain."
"Millions of undead? Impossible."
"Mouth to mouth tale is always exaggerated. But there is always some truth in them. That must be the boy they talked about. Aldred, the Undead Lord."
"What a domineering title. Undead Lord is a similar name to that story right?"
"What story?"
"A story about a powerful undead that came into power, conquering every continent and turning all the creatures there into his undying subordinates, but he got sick of it and locked himself in a dungeon."
"Such entity exist in this continent?"
"Nobody knows from which continent this story comes from. But we know—he exists."
