With the unanimous agreement of his two teammates, Jack wasted no more time and asked Catherine to help wake up the Flame Goblin.
In the hazy glow of the Primary Healing Spell, the Flame Goblin opened its eyes blankly.
The rich and familiar fire elemental scent that permeated the underground palace could not be felt. The Flame Kobold that came to its senses in the unfamiliar environment instantly became vigilant.
But before it could react further, Jack's large hand had pressed against the top of his head.
The threat of death stimulated the Flame Goblin. Its limbs were bound by ropes, and it couldn't struggle, but the fiery red lines branded on its skin began to glow and heat up uncontrollably.
When the fiery red ripples reached their strongest, and the fireball spell's predecessor spell was about to form, Jack staggered his hands and directly twisted the flaming kobold's neck.
Unwilling resentment and pure flame power converged in those lines.
Jack took out his pocket knife and began to completely peel away the skin with its fiery red veins.
Jack's maneuvering stunned Ian, who eyed the legal job girl, Catherine, with inquiring eyes, trying to get an answer from a professional.
Catherine frowned, her delicate eyebrows, ''Maximizing the stripping of the magical beast's supernatural abilities and some of its residual thoughts, are you trying to refine some kind of magical props, Uncle? Or do you want to create skill scrolls? This kind of material won't last long."
"Just preparing formula for the baby."
Jack didn't explain too much, and the way he was concentrating on the material was rather like a father preparing dinner for his children.
Skillfully gathering his materials, Jack left the corpse of the flaming kobold with his two temporary teammates and preceded himself back to the rented hotel room.
The camp's hotel is a combination of several small wooden buildings with only a table and a crib in the house; as for the kitchen and washroom, they can only be found in the common area of each small building.
The humble accommodation also means low accommodation costs.
A night's stay here would only cost Jack seven copper coins.
And in that adventurer-heavy town of Byron, even the worst inns were charging ten copper coins per night for an overnight stay.
Snapping the lock on the door, Jack dropped his traveling bag in the corner and spread the flaming kobold's outer skin on the only wooden table.
In just such a short amount of time, the light and heat emanating from those lines didn't seem to be as bright as it had been earlier.
Jack grabs his armor and removes a snugly stored reticule from around his neck.
Inside the mesh pocket was a small, dark red egg lying quietly.
The egg was about the size of a fist, and the shell was densely covered with dotted bumps. just by looking at the texture, one could tell that the shell was very hard.
The small dark red egg that was originally motionless, after being placed on the table, the tiny egg body shook gently and actually took the initiative to lean towards the Flame Goblin's epidermis.
The lines that condensed the extraordinary power of the Flame Goblin suddenly erupted with a new round of light, then quickly dimmed again, slowly merging into the small dark red egg.
Dark red light emanated from within the eggshell, rhythmically moving like a pulse.
Through this burst of light, the figure of a huddled young dragon was reflected.
This turned out to be a dragon egg!
Jack touched the textured shell of the pocket dragon's egg and encouraged, "Cheer up and dry rice, and hurry up and take me to your mom when you break your shell."
Jack has given a lot to raise this dragon egg.
Jack, who is also a model of the adventurer, retired from his work, sold his family's property, which he had earned through his life and death, and sold the estate with five acres of vineyards.
There is little left of what was once fine equipment to sell.
It cost a lot of money, but Jack never bothered with questions like whether it was worth it.
After all, it was his child that was in the egg.
Until the dragon's egg matures, the food it needs becomes rarer and harder to preserve.
It was only then that Jack had to pick up his pack and shield and get back to his old job.
Earn "milk money" for your child in one adventure after another.
He removed his linen shirt, which had been drenched in sweat, for I don't know how many times Jack's body was as fit as a classical sculpture.
Unlike most senior adventurers, Jack's body didn't have many scars; only two old scars corresponding to each other existed on his left chest and back.
Just by looking at the scar, you can guess it's a penetrating wound.
It was hard to imagine how Jack had survived such a fatal injury in the first place.
Touching the scar over his heart, Jack read softly:
"Onyxia ..."
It was the name of a certain gargoyle.
...
Early the next morning, Jack arrived at the wagon rental office at the appointed time.
Ian was already waiting there early, a small carriage had been rented in advance by the young man of noble birth.
Outside of adventures, Ian's handling is pretty solid and reliable.
"Good morning, Elder O'Shield." Ian greeted warmly, handing the other a brand new shield as Jack approached.
The shield is kite-shaped, with a carefully milled surface that is polished to a high shine.
"It is?" Jack asked.
Ian explained, "Elder, the damage to your shield has something to do with me as well, so this is a bit of compensation from me."
Glancing at the shield, Ian continued, "The weapon stores in the outpost camps are all too simple. This fine quality shield is already the best in the entire camp, and I hope that senior won't mind it."
A good quality main-hand weapon usually costs between four hundred and five hundred silver coins.
The price of a defense like a shield would be a little lower, but it wouldn't be less than three hundred and fifty silver coins.
Compared to Jack's original small wooden round shield, which was ten silver coins a piece, the difference was more than half a star.
Jack snapped his fingers and struck the front of the shield with a dull thud.
As a shield-specialized adventurer, Jack quickly analyzed that this was a shield that was more than thick but less than conductive.
Thickness represents the sturdiness of the shield itself.
The lack of conduction, however, means that in the event of a massive heavy blow or the aftermath of an explosion.
This shield does not cushion the unloading of force for the shield bearer very well.
But that wasn't much of a problem for Jack, whose physique was strong enough to withstand fireball spells the hard way.
Jack nodded, "It's not too bad while it lasts, thanks."
While the two were talking, Catherine came out of the hotel as well.
"Good morning, ah Ian! Yo yo yo, uncle got a new shield. "
Because she had to go to the Adventurer's Union to submit a quest today, Catherine spent more time on her makeup and dress up and also deliberately changed into the mage robes issued by the Magic Academy.
"The little girl's dressed up pretty cute today, with her nose in the air."
Jack said the usual complimentary phrases of the older generation.
Ian was also slightly awed by the mysterious aura displayed by this legal teammate and averted his gaze somewhat unnaturally.
Catherine was pleased with Ian's performance and subconsciously ignored Jack's praise.
When all three had boarded the carriage.
The horses were driven away from the outpost camp with a clatter of wheels by a coachman equipped by the coach rental house.