White Dragon Lord

nger brother and sisters in his spare time.

  …

Late in the evening. 

The sun set on the horizon, clouds shone brightly in the sky, and in the distance, the tired bird returned to its nest crossing the setting sun.

 A small boat carrying three people, which moved silently but was fast.
The boat rowed in the slight waves, turned left and right, and came to a stop around the bright and dark reefs right above the abandoned dragon’s nest. 

Leaving the boatman to guard the boat, Rockvin and a strong man jumped into the water, accompanied by the Murloc, into the abandoned dragon’s nest.

“Rockvin is so happy to see you, my dear friend!”

Amos laughed and smelled before he arrived, and the shrunken Amos saw Rockvin who opened his arms and walked quickly towards him.

“Welcome, Little Raven.”

(TL: Amos calls him Raven aka Rockvin)

Amos cracked open his mouth, revealing what he thought was a decent smile, but those who didn’t know would think that he was showing his sharp white fangs.

Rockvin laughed.

“What an ugly smile you have! My friend!”

“You look exciting too!” Amos countered: “My little friend!”

Amos put a lot of emphasis on the words “exciting” and “little”.

Rockvin still smiled, “I also often wonder if my father was a caveman.”

Rockvin had no father since he was a child, and with short stature and different facial features, as ugly as a caveman, but he didn’t care about these things and even made jokes about them from time to time.

However, Amos would not underestimate him because of this, Rockvin was a genuine high-ranking Shadow Mage and was only one step away from entering the Master rank.

It was his background that made Amos more afraid than his ability.
He was the head of the Black Raven Chamber of Commerce in the north of the Lowe Kingdom and also an official member of the Raven Council.

“Every time you contact me, something good happens, so what’s your surprise this time?”

Naturally, Amos could hear Rockvin’s hidden meaning – Don’t bother me if there is no profit!

Rockvin did not care about his appearance nor fame, all he cared about was the yellow-gold coins, and the friendship between him and Amos was directly proportional to the benefits Amos brought him.

Amos was more comfortable in dealing with such people because, as long as he brought him enough benefits, he would never have to worry about his betrayal.

Clearly, the benefits of their cooperation far outweighed the benefits of hostilities.

“Rockvin! I need to customize a batch of armour and weapons for large humanoids.”

When Rockvin heard that, he became interested, the arms trade was a profitable industry no matter where it was, let alone custom-made.

Rockvin’s old face bloomed like a daisy, “My friend, you are indeed my lucky star, so how much do you need?”

White Dragon’s tone was flat: “First, two thousand sets.
In addition, I need a batch of alchemical bombs and at least 20 plague bombs.” 

The world’s technology was a bit skewed, the Industrial Revolution was nowhere to be seen, but biotechnology was booming.

A long time ago, a certain technical nerd, Witch Demon Ao Nai Zu, invented the plague bomb and used it in the invasion war.
Several creatures on the material plane became charcoal and fell into a poisonous gas-shrouded land.
The lethal power of the plague bomb shocked the entire multiverse.

The death of a large number of mortals angered the gods of justice, and the gods of justice issued an order to the church under their command to hunt down Ao Nai Zu, and the cunning Ao Nai Zu, who was informed in advance, hid in the realm of the dead and remained at large. 

 Later, somehow, the plague bomb manufacturing process flowed out and gradually developed and expanded.
The scope involved was beyond the capacity of the Gods of Justice.
They had no choice but to put the plague bomb on the list of high-risk contraband and prohibit all individuals or organizations from using the plague bomb.

“You’re crazy! If this is found, you will be hunted by the Church of God!”

Amos raised his brows and said disdainfully, “So?”

Rockvin’s face was uncertain, and a moment later he smiled silently, thwarting his hand, and his eyes narrowed into slits.

“It’ll be expensive!”