The Mechanical Flying Dragon is so powerful, yet it's still just a flying dragon, not a pure-blooded giant dragon. This dragon egg, however, was genuinely laid by a Black Dragon.
Its combat strength is absolutely not weak.
Gazing at the market that had been mostly explored, Lear, holding the dragon egg, was no longer very interested and signaled the Cave Dweller to lead the way and leave directly.
At this moment, the Cave Dweller's eyes were bright, having often heard companions boast about how extravagantly some people spent their money. Now, he finally witnessed such a big figure carelessly throwing money around.
Just a small bit of what slipped through Lear's fingers would be enough to feed him for half a lifetime.
His expression grew increasingly respectful, his posture so low he almost wanted to lick Lear's shoe soles.
After exiting the trading market, they called for a carriage, and at Lear's indication, they began to meander around the main streets of Molten Iron City.
