At the foot of the mountain,
two bodies were twisted together, the victor was neither, with wounds one in the back of the head, one in the back.
One had a slightly open fist, as if grasping for something before death.
"Gold!"
An attentive worker spotted two scattered golden seeds under a pile of leaves, his eyes lighting up.
The others were envious.
This worker, after fumbling for a while, reluctantly handed them to Dragon Three, "Shopkeeper, for you."
"They are yours to keep."
Dragon Three waved his hand dismissively and continued climbing up the mountain.
"Thank you for the reward, Shopkeeper!"
Excited, the worker bowed deeply and pocketed the golden seeds.
They might have been only two seeds, but they were gold, worth at least twenty taels, enough to last him five or six years, and they were found effortlessly, just picked up from the ground.
The other workers suddenly widened their eyes, not missing any detail on the ground.
