I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 93, Second Dragon Scale

It must be said that Wilder was very bold.

Most people would feel restless and uneasy just being alone in such a confined space.

Moreover, there are currently four adventurers' corpses displayed in this room.

Bird and Kant rushed forward one after another, Anna looked bewildered, and Hogg lay face down, his expression unreadable.

Wilder glanced at them quickly, then found a corner and relieved himself thoroughly.

Refreshed.

Just as he was about to leave, a thought suddenly entered his mind, prompting him to stop.

Red scales...

Is it really here?

Speaking of which, yesterday the two teams fought tooth and nail over the ownership of something that might not even exist, the "Red Scale," but in the end they didn't actually search for it in this room.

It must be dragon scales, right?

Since Kant and his group are certain that the thing is in the kobold's lair, then it must be a dragon scale.

It's common knowledge that kids have a crazy worship of dragons.

"Try looking for it?"

Wilder muttered to himself.

"Let's look for it."

Having just woken up and taken a nap, he was full of energy. Since his teammates were still sleeping, he started rummaging through the pile of junk.

The kobolds were not only natural architects, but also impoverished collectors.

Things of value, whether they are worthless or not, are all thrown together, making it dizzying to look at.

Some things look very well-designed at first glance, reminding people of some very expensive products from a past life, but upon closer inspection, they are just an apple that has been gnawed on by a mouse.

"..."

Could it be that Mr. Joe got his inspiration in this way?

In that world, many people were influenced by apples throughout their lives.

And in this world, Wilder will also become one of them.

He threw away the nearly moldy apple in his hand, and when he looked down, a red flash went by.

Beneath that apple was a red scale.

Wilder was taken aback.

It actually exists!

He gently picked up the scale; the texture was very familiar, and the pattern was similar. He then brought it to his nose and smelled it…

It tasted a bit more like rotten apples than last time.

Wilder wiped the scales with his sleeve and then took out the dragon scale he had found earlier from the inside pocket of his jacket.

Compare them side by side.

The same.

Everything about them—feel, weight, color, and details—is exactly the same.

But just as no two leaves in the world are exactly alike, the only slight difference between the two scales is their texture.

Wilder carefully folded the two scales together and put them into the inside pocket of his coat.

I never expected that releasing water would yield such a result.

Before leaving the enclosed space, he suddenly remembered something else.

Yesterday, at the foot of the cliff, they overheard Kant and his teammates talking on the cliff.

He seemed to have mentioned both "kobold lair" and "map" at the same time.

When they came down, they mentioned "red scales" again.

So, is it possible to link these three words together?

"He has a map marking the location of the kobold's lair with red scales."

what?

That's not right.

Wilder immediately rejected the idea.

The influx of kobolds into the border forest has only happened in the last couple of days, so how could there be maps marking the locations of kobold lairs now?

And it even knows which nest has scales?

That's utter nonsense.

But when he stood up, he couldn't help but walk towards Kant's body and squat down beside it.

Yesterday's cleanup was rather rushed, so I only collected coins and ornaments, and didn't pay attention to soft materials like paper.

Sure enough, he soon pulled a piece of parchment from Kant's inner pocket.

Unfold.

It is a map of the border forest.

But not all of them; to be precise, it refers to the area from A·6, B·6 to A·10, B·10.

Several places on the map were circled and labeled with the word "nest".

There really is one?

He carefully compared the map and finally found his current location on a cliff line marked by a dense forest.

The next second, his eyebrows furrowed.

His location was also circled in ink, and inside the circle were two words:

"Nest" & "Dragon Scales".

This map clearly shows where the dragon scales are!

Why?

"...Wild?"

Just then, he could faintly hear his teammates calling to him from outside the tunnel; they had probably all gotten up.

Wilder put the map in his pocket and went back to the hall through the tunnel.

"Where have you been, little one?"

Gru had just woken from his night watch, announcing the good fortune of the night.

"Let's run a bladder."

"Oh?"

Gru stared at his face, which was slightly flushed from the shock of the map's contents, and suddenly seemed to understand:

"Holy crap! You're not going to go after that Anna...?"

"OMG!"

Gru went berserk, slamming his head against the soft hay, muttering, "Why the hell didn't I think of that? Huh?"

Wilder: "..."

"I went to that room to purge the water and found this by accident."

He took the two dragon scales out of his shirt pocket.

"And this too."

He then pulled out the map he had taken from Kant.

"Two dragon scales?" Cyrion was somewhat surprised.

"It's one piece. The other piece is the one I found on the winged kobold last time, but I haven't been able to sell it."

Wilder unfolded the map as he explained, telling them what he had just deduced.

"How could such a thing happen?"

Cyrion flipped through the map, trying to figure it out, but obviously found nothing.

"I've never heard of any magic that can survey the border forest and see through to the lair of dragon scales. This is incredible!"

Lyle chimed in, "Perhaps only nature can do this."

"I can only think of one possibility, little mage."

Joffrey also joined in, offering a rather amusing perspective: "So you drew this map while we were asleep to amuse us."

"I didn't."

Wilder laughed and explained, "This map is beautiful. I'm terrible at drawing. If you don't believe me, I'll draw a picture of Gru for you."

"You're too cunning."

Lyle smirked. "No matter how you draw Gru, he's ugly. Of course you can prove yourself."

"Lyle, you bastard!"

Gru angrily blew on his beard, a sight that was hardly pleasing to the eye.

"Everyone, stop arguing!"

In the end, Cyrion stopped the commotion and then offered a good suggestion.

"Actually, verifying the authenticity of this map is extremely simple."

His finger pointed to the target point near the cliff on the map, which was also circled in ink with the word "Nest" written inside.

"We can try our luck here."

He continued, "If there really is a kobold lair, then this map is most likely correct, which also means—"

"We're going to be rich!"