Chapter 52 Flag change on the city wall (2/2)

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After settling down in his home again, the first thing that Shaar did was to find a small mountain valley at back of the mountain. He chopped down some big trees and blocked both entrances of the valley turning it into a natural horse field since there were a lot of trees and grass in the valley. After leading those twenty horses inside, he grabbed Oaks and said: “I will leave taking care of the horses to you! If a horse goes missing, I will chop off a hand! If four are missing, I will chop off all your limbs and if five are missing……”

Stopping at mid sentence, Shaar stared at the goblin’s most precious piece with evil intentions and Oaks instantly felt that a chill was sweeping before quickly assured Shaar with his chest sticking out.

The goblin already decided not to escape and run back to the Red Wilderness anymore since he would just end up as a goblin hobo and would be in constant danger of being killed or starvation. While staying here, he could rely on his powerful master and could eat as much as he desired…..As long as he stayed obedient he would not get beaten up.

Leaving the goblin in the back of the mountain, Shaar returned to his old house and spent half a day to taking out all of the old man’s belonging with ease. While turning everything upside down as he strove to find some clues.

He searched very thoroughly, however there were not many things in this deteriorated house to begin with. Even after looking for a whole day, he did not find anything useful.

All those yellow books of the old man were already thoroughly read by him in the past. He knew a lot of the content by heart already, even if there were any valuable clues, he would have already discovered them in the past and did have to wait until now.

As for any monuments which the old man left behind……there were none. When he died, he was only wrapped in a thin quilt that was sewed together out of linen two years ago.

In the past, he thought that the old man was bragging, but after everything he experienced on this adventure, Shaar was now certain that the old man was once an outstanding person who lived in seclusion!

Otherwise, how could he leave behind the pendant hanging on his neck, the fire pitchfork or explained that Thousand Men Army Slaughter in details?

If the old man was really a powerful martial artist, why didn’t teach me properly? I am his only adopted son. Not teaching me any skills, now that he was not on this world anymore, was this not all wasted?

When he said that he was a general in the past……Shaar did not dare to doubt it anymore.

The contents of those books, he had always been suspicious.

The bunch of things in front of him was all rotten. Shaar did not achieve anything and could not help but hold his head and sigh.

The next day, Shaar began to get busy and peeled off all the Dragon scales. After digging a cellar below the house, he threw all Dragon scales inside.

Taking all of the Dragon skin which he peeled off and cut them into large pieces, later he smeared some saltpeter on them before hanging them outside the house to dry. Also the Dragon bones which were extremely good magic materials, were thrown into the cellar by him. As for one of the Dragon fangs, he held it in his hands and played with it for a moment.

This dragon fang was huge and hard, its root was as thick as Shaar’s waist. The fangs’ edges were serrated. Shaar tried its hardness with a sword that he picked up from the Nightfall Guardians only to find out that this Dragon fang was much tougher than the sword. It seemed like it could be polished into a weapon, but Ada said that only dwarves knew the process.

Shaar sighed and threw it into the convenient cellar.

After spending several days, Shaar was finally able to divide his spoils according to classification then discovered that the only useful thing for him currently was the Dragon skin. Furthermore, he had to go to Primal Wildfire Town in order to find a tailor who could make something useful from them.

However, Primal Wildfire Town were full of shady people and Shaar was well aware of this fact. Perhaps the waiter working in the tavern was one of the Empire’s most wanted terrorists! Any tailor inside the town could be a master thief living in seclusion.

He did not feel assured to leave some of the Dragon skin to someone in town to make a robe.

Thinking it over, Shaar could not help but sigh: “It would be good if this home had a woman

When this feeling popped up in his head, Shaar suddenly remembered an important matter.

Speaking about woman ……Shaar suddenly remembered that he could count as a rich man now. Since he has over several hundred gold coins, it would definitely counts as a small fortune.

There were no decent people in Primal Wildfire Town! In Black Alley’s black market inside Primal Wildfire Town, you could buy anything!

Also……In the Primal Wildfire Town there was the Powder Street! I heard that it was a heaven for men. In the past he was too poor, but now……

With just a few thrusts of his hips, a man would gain confidence.

There was also……Aunt Sofia’s niece….

Money corrupted men; these words are so fucking wise!

Shaar was tempted! Suddenly, all the worries about Dragon skin robe and other things instantly disappeared…..Taping on his head, he returned to his room and took a handful of gold coins before putting them in his bosom. He put his fire pitchfork on his waist, shut the door and descended into the mountain while walking towards Primal Wildfire Town.

With money in his pocket, the hillbilly was radiating confidence; his was walking with a flying pace as he felt refreshed.

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Actually Shaar did not change his character. However, as long as you were a man and you suddenly transformed from poor to wealthy also adding that you were a young virgin, then anybody in this case would have the same thoughts as Shaar.

(ED: It isn’t like he will find someone to his tastes in that part of town)

Filled with excitement, Shaar dashed towards Primal Wildfire Town, but from afar he saw that the normally opened city gate was closed. The warrior from the mercenary group who was responsible for guarding the gate disappeared and was replaced with a team of infantry carrying swords and shields. Judging from pattern on their leather armor, it was obvious that they were not some thug mercenaries.

Very soon, he saw a flag that flying on the city wall.

A badge was embroidered on that flag: Two swords crossing each other curled up by iris flowers, forming a diagonal cross and on top of the cross stood a majestic eagle.

Although Shaar did not saw it before, he still recognized it. This was the flag used by the regular army of the Byzantine Empire, the hawk flag!

“I leave for a few days and Primal Wildfire Town already changed its master?” Shaar wondered.