"Why don't you just ask these half-beastmen? Hey! Half-beastmen! Is your master that evil dragon?"
"Sir caster, you're right, our master is indeed the giant dragon you speak of," the half-beastman shaman replied.
He smiled bitterly in his heart; in fact, at the beginning, he had tried to persuade Land to hide his identity.
But after Land thought it over carefully and discussed it with other casters, he ultimately chose to reveal it openly.
If he didn't make it public, being an outsider with a hidden identity, shrouded in mystery, it might be even harder to find someone willing to accept the employment.
Anyone sensible wouldn't accept such an employer.
Kidnapping and harvesting organs certainly isn't easy.
This time, they were looking for a genius from the academy; such people already have a promising future and are much more vigilant than those down-and-out mages.
So, everyone decided to be straightforward; even if they were recognized, at least it would prove the Gold Taler was genuine!
By then, there'd be a few willing to take the bait, recognizing the value of the Gold Taler.
He wasn't afraid of not finding talent!
For this, he was even willing to bleed money!
And this move would give these caster talents a sense of assurance, making them feel secure after knowing each other's backgrounds.
This way, they would subconsciously believe that after Land's identity was exposed, he would be wary of the few great mages in the city and wouldn't dare to overstep against the city's casters.
"It's actually true?"
The casters were dumbfounded at this.
Afterward, there was an uproar, with a group of people shouting.
"Damn dragon minions! You raid merchants on the trade routes between our two nations and still dare to show up in front of us! Truly courting death!" A caster immediately shouted angrily, with their magic power beginning to fluctuate intensely.
"Stop! This is the Mage Tower! Even if you want to fight, don't do it here! Otherwise, Great Mage Lansen will have your skin!"
"Should we report this to the great mages and have them act for the people's safety?"
"Are you crazy? Don't you know how busy the great mages are? Besides, even if they take action, it's not certain they could take down that evil dragon!
If it escapes, things could get ugly unless all three great mages act together.
But the great mages are always busy researching spells, how could they possibly deal with that evil dragon?"
"Damn! Can we really do nothing about such an evil dragon sending minions to our city?"
"For that evil dragon to boldly send minions like this, its own strength must be extraordinary! Plus, it's a lord giant dragon; who knows how many minions it has under its command…
The consequences of messing around recklessly are unimaginable."
A group of casters discussed, all feeling a headache.
The truth is indeed, as such; a young or adult giant dragon already has formidable strength, astonishing stamina, a massive body, and the natural advantage of flight, making them very difficult to provoke.
Even if you defeat them, killing them is immensely difficult!
It's said that many areas across the entire continent are occupied by several dragons, becoming forbidden zones for humans...
Only those legendary, truly wicked dragons who commit innumerable murders prompt some legendary beings to act, or cause various forces to unite to exterminate them.
Otherwise, few creatures are willing to offend these beings.
"Have you finished discussing? We'll stay in this city for three more days; by then, anyone willing to conduct research for my master will be taken back with us."
The old shaman spoke again at this time.
"What kind of joke is this! Who would research spells for an evil dragon! I think you'd better get out of Green City quickly!" A caster yelled excitedly.
But at that moment, someone shouted:
"I'm willing to go with you to meet your master! I'll accept his employment!"
Hearing this, everyone looked aghast, turning their heads to see.
It was a young man around twenty-three years old, his hair was somewhat messy, wearing the cheapest blue magic robe, and he didn't even have a magic staff in his hand.
The whole person exuded a sense of poverty.
"It's Amos! This guy has a lot of guts! But his skills don't seem enough to accept the employment, do they?"
"Yeah! This guy is just a level 1 caster; what does he want to do?"
"Don't say that, this guy Amos, though he's a level 1 caster, you can't blame him. He's naturally magic-deprived. He's actually a remarkable fellow, having independently improved many level 0 tricks. I've studied his spells, and they are really quite good."
"Level 0 tricks, really, how could you even mention that?"
The group of casters expressed a lot of disagreement regarding this caster.
"Welcome, friend named Amos! Three days from now, at nine in the morning, gather here again. Then we will bring along all the casters willing to accept the employment to meet my master."
The old shaman nodded unexpectedly but still nodded.
"Amos! I advise you not to do this. I don't know if you can develop the spells the other side needs, let alone if you succeed, do you think an evil dragon could be trusted?
Is there really someone who'd believe an evil dragon would greedily give you 200 Gold Talers? This is a joke, right?"
Sax Meit, who previously expressed willingness to accept the employment, reminded.
"Thank you for your kindness; let's give it a try. Otherwise, it's not a solution for me to continue like this, is it?" Amos said with a wry smile.
"Hmph! Then suit yourself! I hope this isn't the last time I see you!" Sax Meit's expression was somewhat cold as he finished speaking and directly left.
The recruitment continued.
The next day.
In a private room of a tavern in Green City.
Five casters sat together.
Each person had over ten magical flowers representing their level embroidered on their magic robes, with one having as many as fourteen!
"North! What is the meaning of you summoning us here?"
One person among the five couldn't help but ask; this was a bald caster with thirteen magic flowers embroidered on his robe.
"Have you heard about the Mage Tower's matters over there?"
A particularly burly figure among them, with as many as fourteen magic flowers on his chest and about forty years old, replied.
"What? Do you want to apply for the job? Are you really in need of those 200 Gold Talers?"
The bald man sneered.
The others also couldn't help but laugh:
"Heh, 200 Gold Talers, I certainly don't need them, but those tens of thousands of Gold Talers! I certainly need those!" The burly mage said meaningfully.
"You… want to rob a lord giant dragon?" A caster exclaimed, appearing somewhat incredulous.
"What? Are you afraid? Don't you want those tens of thousands of Gold Talers?"
"Who wouldn't want tens of thousands of Gold Talers? But that's a lord giant dragon… his minions are of unknown number. Is it suicide you're after?"
"Hmph! You're a bunch of idiots! You only know about the lord giant dragon, but yesterday I went to the tavern to investigate carefully again.
Do you know how big that dragon is currently?
It's only about nine meters long, nothing more than a juvenile, at most an adolescent dragon!
Even if it's a red dragon! Can't we take it down with our combined strength?"
"How do you deal with the minions?" Another caster expressed worry.
"As for the minions, nobody knows the exact number, but thousands? Do you think a juvenile or adolescent dragon could have that many minions? Don't joke! Inside the two nations, any dark races are either directly incorporated or wiped out, leaving nothing for that evil dragon!
I think if he can find a hundred or two hundred minions, that'd be pretty decent!
With the strength of us five, against a juvenile or adolescent dragon, plus one or two hundred minions, do you think we don't stand a chance?"
"But what if?"
"What if? If he really has that many minions, then we'll just obediently study magic for him! Could we suffer any loss? Hmm?"
At this moment, the casters present all showed a knowing smile.
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