in2ebook Chapter 249 Tooth Fairy
Chapter 249 Tooth Fairy
"Don't go too far, you dwarf!"
With a loud bang, a hole was smashed into the table top cut out of a whole piece of marble in the middle of the stone house.
The dwarf sitting on the stool twitched his eyelids in pain and made a note of the person opposite him again.
"I have always been fair in doing business, Lord Zephirion. You can ask around in Wildhammer Harbor." The black-bearded dwarf quickly picked up his wine glass from the table and held it in his hand, fearing that the reckless guy would spill the good wine he had worked so hard to get.
"My craftsmanship is also the best, otherwise you wouldn't have come to me, right?" The dwarf said proudly, "What's more, this piece of mithril was passed down from my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather... It's not an ordinary material at all. It's said to be a star that fell from the sky!"
"If it weren't for you, I would definitely pass this material on to my descendants—"
The dwarf touched the big hole on the marble again, his eyes showing heartache - this stupid dragon must be made to know the dangers of the world below.
"I've already gone against my ancestral teachings by giving you a piece of it, but now you want more. It's you who's being excessive, not me."
Zephirion huffed angrily, "Do you think I want to? Who wants to lose an extra tooth!"
It’s all that half-blood’s fault!
He stared at the shrewd dwarf opposite him, cleared his throat, and tried to negotiate - "I can add some more silver coins to your money..."
"No, Lord Zephirion." The dwarf shook his head sadly and refused.
Zephirion immediately smiled, "Ha! You are sensible--"
"I mean, you should find someone else." The dwarf stood up and made a gesture to see him off. "You can go to Blackstone again to see if there is anyone else who has this kind of mithril and whose craftsmanship is decent."
Zephyrion was dumbfounded.
"Or you can go to the Elf Forest to ask? I believe the noble elves may be willing to help you." The dwarf leisurely picked up the wine glass and took a sip. He was so spicy from the high-purity grain wine, but his face looked intoxicated.
"You, what do you mean?" Zephirion said anxiously, "Didn't we agree that adding one more tooth wouldn't cause any more trouble..."
"The more I think about it, the more I feel that the rare materials passed down by our ancestors should not be wasted. Maybe they will be used in a more meaningful way in the future."
"How is it a waste?! How many times can you fill a dragon's teeth in your lifetime? Isn't that meaningful enough?" Zephirion stood up angrily, but the dwarf's low house forced him to speak with his knees bent and his head twisted. This uncomfortable posture made him even more unhappy, and even his voice was accompanied by white smoke.
"Don't waste it." The dwarf on the opposite side was not at all panicked in the face of the angry dragon, and even pulled over the unlit charcoal basin, "Come on, if you are angry, just spit it here."
Zephirion huffed and puffed for a long time, and finally he actually let out a small puff, helping the black-bearded dwarf to light the charcoal brazier.
"You were once a hero, a living history book of this continent. Being able to help you is indeed an honor worth bragging about." The dwarf said slowly.
Zephirion stared at the dwarf fiercely and thought to himself: There is still a but, and he will definitely make a but.
“——But.” The dwarf finally spoke.
"As a versatile craftsman, this is also my honor." The dwarf stood up and lovingly touched the mithril on the shelf that had always attracted Zephirion's attention. In this dim winter room, it still shone brightly.
"It's not like I don't want to pay. Gold, gold is fine, right?" Zephirion gritted his teeth.
"Gold cannot buy glory, my lord." The dwarf took another sip of wine, and the part not covered by the beard almost turned red, and his eyes were surprisingly bright.
"If I lose this important inheritance, I will at least need another precious item to fill this gap, right?"
Zephirion raised an eyebrow in confusion, his entire dragon dizzy from the dwarf's complicated words.
"Look at this marble table, Master Zephyrion." The dwarf stroked it lovingly.
Zephirion looked down and saw the big hole he had made. Feeling somewhat guilty, he sat back on the low stone bench in the dwarf's house, his long legs bent in frustration, his knees poking at his chest.
"This is a whole piece of marble, so beautiful, so perfect, I wanted to pass it on to my son..."
"...You guys want to pass down all the junk, right?" Zephirion couldn't help it again. What kind of habit is this? Even orcs don't do this!
"--But it's broken now." The dwarf continued to speak as if he hadn't heard. "Sir, how can we use something to cover up such a big hole?" He winked at the guest on the stone bench.
Zephirion suddenly felt a chill down his spine and had a bad feeling.
"——I think it would be just right to put a piece of your dragon scale in it."
……
Zephirion was flying in the sky in a trance, his sharp teeth finally visible to the public, poking out of his mouth, glowing coldly in the sun, looking majestic and awe-inspiring.
But as he went further back, the hardest and thickest scales on his back, which he was so proud of, disappeared.
——Damn the Taylor family! And that half-blood who talks so much nonsense!!
Zephirion suddenly stopped in the air, hiding in the clouds, waving his teeth and claws in anger for a long time. If it weren't for them, he would have arrived at the Elf Forest and met Fustwen! Now that he has teeth, he has to wait for the scales to grow out!
"This is not the ancient battlefield of the Holy War. Dragon scales can be picked up everywhere. This thing is very precious. I think it can completely replace mithril and become the new heirloom of my family. This is the best reward, isn't it?" Zephirion remembered the dwarf's shrewd smile.
The black dragon sneered. He was unlucky, and the half-blood from the Taylor family couldn't expect to be safe either. Zephirian changed direction in the air and headed back towards the Gaia Empire.
……
In a dim corner of the tavern, a down-and-out bard was quietly playing a tune, his fingers dancing lightly on the lute. Even though no one in this old tavern appreciated his music, he was still contentedly playing the low and melodious tune.
A pair of long legs came into his sight, and the bard looked up lazily without stopping his hands from plucking the strings.
He was a very tall young man. When he saw the look in his eyes, he smiled at him. Suddenly, a silver light flashed, illuminating the corner.
The poor bard only felt a sudden whiteness in front of his eyes. He blinked a few times due to the stimulation before he could finally see again.
"Well, my friend, you—you have really unusual taste."
The man finally stopped playing the music and looked at the stranger in front of him with overly bright teeth. He seemed to be hesitant to speak. He had traveled all over the empire and met all kinds of people, but this was the first time he had seen someone with such bright teeth. Is this a curse?
"Are you the kind of bard who wanders the streets?" the man asked him, and the silver light flickered with the changes of his mouth shape.
"Yes, I am." The bard quickly raised his hand to block the strange silver light, "Don't dodge me, brother."
The next second, the drunks in the pub heard a loud bang. When they looked up, they found that the roof of the pub was gone, and the homeless man who always played and sang in the corner of the pub also disappeared.
……
"Stop shaking."
Zephirion dropped the man off on a hill outside the city and looked with disgust at the frightened man lying on the ground.
"I don't think I need to introduce myself." Zephirion raised his head proudly.
"You, you are... the Tooth Fairy!" The bard trembled and hugged the lute that he brought with him, and was glad that he didn't say anything mocking. God of Light! He was just wondering how a normal person could have such weird, silver-shining teeth!
"Hmm-hmm?!" Zephirian was about to nod, but suddenly froze, "Fuck you!"
After a roar, a black dragon as big as a hill appeared in front of the bard. "I am a dragon! A dragon!"
The bard was staggered by the roaring air current. He looked at the giant in front of him and didn't even have the courage to run away. "Please don't eat me... I am willing to be your slave and offer my loyalty."
"The loyalty of a bug is worth a few gold coins..." Zephirion said with disgust. After turning into a dragon, his sharp teeth flashed even more.
The poor bard only saw the black dragon suddenly raise its neck. When he thought he was going to become ashes under the dragon flame, he saw the black dragon in front of him stretching and retracting its neck several times as if regurgitating a cud, and suddenly vomited out a pool of gold coins.
"As long as you do me a favor, all of these will be yours." Zephirian said in a proud tone. "Don't worry, it's something you are good at."
Bard: ...So disgusting, but so exciting...but so disgusting.
"What do you want me to do?" The bard's frightened heart was calmed by the gold coins, and his mind finally started to work.
Zephirian raised his head and said, "Spread the news for me. There are descendants of the dragon race in the Gaia Empire."
"…Is it your child?" the bard asked confusedly. Was he asking him to help find someone?
Zephirion got goosebumps when he heard this, but in order to increase the credibility of the news, he gritted his teeth and admitted it -
"Yes, I have a child."