Chapter 3600: Grumpy Bakar

After the strange power contained in the body was cleared, we left the National Forces Organization Building and walked on the street. Seren asked me: "Do you really plan to give the black nightmare to your majesty?"
I nodded and said, "Yeah, I have already promised. It just happens that there is a good rough stone around, so it doesn't matter if you give it to him directly?"
"How can it be okay!" Sairen suddenly became very excited, and said loudly: "If your Majesty can't bear the power of the black nightmare, and becomes crazy and bloodthirsty, the dragons who have finally recovered their vitality will be hit hard again. !"
"No," I laughed and teased: "Isn't your majesty strong and invincible? A mere black nightmare, why is it true?"
Seren's double-dragon eyes were wide and round, wishing to bite me to death in one bite, I smiled and parted ways with him at the fork in the road.
Entered the palace, came to the secret room, ordered someone to open the door, and found the fist-sized black stone among the many ores.
Find someone to bring the wooden box, put the black stone in it, close the lid, put it under the armpit, and stroll out of the secret room.
On the way out of the palace, I ran into Master Dewey and the two majesty.
"Where are you going?" The Dwarf King greeted him first.
Pointing to the wooden box under my arm, I said to the three big bosses: "Didn’t you promise to give Tyrannosaurus King Bakar an ore that can extract a black nightmare? It just so happened that the seniors of national power told me that the Treasury’s There is one in the secret room, so I brought it."
"Black nightmare?" Master Dewey glanced at the wooden box and said, "Are you tempted by that thing too?"
"How is it possible?" I hurriedly approached Master Dewey and said with a grin: "Foster father, you are too worried, I really don't appreciate that power. I'm a descendant of ancient fairies."
After this reminder, Master Dewey also remembered that his son was actually the descendant of two ancient races.
So he heaved a sigh of relief, waved his hand, and said, "Be careful, don't hurt yourself."
"Okay" I said: "Then foster father, uncle, father-in-law, I'll go first."
Come on, walk slowly towards the gate of the palace.
Behind him, the Dwarf King and the Goblin King quarreled because I greeted the Goblin King first and then the Dwarf King.
When I got out of the palace, I found that Salon was waiting outside. I wanted to laugh when I saw him carrying his wings and looking like an old leader.
"Something?" I asked knowingly.
"What's in the box is a rough stone that can extract a black nightmare?" Seren stared at me and asked.
"Yes" I said: "What? Are you tempted too?"
"No" Salen said, "I'm here to stop you."
"Stop me?" I asked with a smile, "Why?"
"I can't let the black nightmare blind your majesty's reason!"
"You think too much" I said: "Although your majesty is extremely domineering, he still knows it."
"You don't understand Your Majesty" Sairen solemnly said: "In order to gain more powerful power, Your Majesty will even start the Dragon War. It is only the price of depriving part of your sanity. Your Majesty will not even hesitate!"
"I said, you're embarrassed by what your majesty said?" I felt the cold sweat hanging from my forehead and said helplessly.
"I hope, I have exaggerated, but the truth is exactly that" Sairen said: "If you don't want the Dragon Race to hate you for this, it is better not to let your Majesty come into contact with black nightmares."
"What you said is really sensational, and even I have some lingering fears, but I have already promised, I have to honor it, right?"
"Maybe your Majesty has forgotten it or maybe" Sairen said uncertainly.
"Your Majesty, I won't say forget and forget," I said: "He has a good memory, so I'll give him this rough stone."
"No!" Sairen stopped: "I can't let you do this!"
"Even if you say that, I have already taken out the rough stone."
"Send it back again!" Sairen suggested: "Send the rough stone back, otherwise, did you absorb the rough stone?"
I stared at him with a faint smile: "You care about your majesty's safety, but you choose to sacrifice me!"
"It's not like that." Seren was weak, but he was strong and confident and said: "I just think that, as a descendant of the ancient goblins, you must be able to withstand the baptism of a black nightmare."
"Perhaps" I said: "But I still have to hand over the rough stone to your majesty, so please let it go."
"No!" Sairen insisted: "Unless you give up, I will never let you leave here!"
"Hey" I sighed deeply, and I helplessly rubbed my temples, and said: "Well then, I will chisel off a part and give it to your majesty. Isn't it always okay?"
Seren thought for a while, and said: "If it's just a small piece."
"A piece of rough stone that is too small cannot extract many black nightmares. If you fail to reach the research goal, your majesty will not give up."
"What should I do?" Seren asked distressedly.
"Then be a bit bigger," Seren said: "It's not impossible to have a slightly larger rough stone."
"That's all for sure," I said, bypassing Salen and walking towards the ground exit of Fort Witch.
"Hey! Wait!" Sairen grabbed my clothes.
Stopping, turning around, I asked in confusion: "What's the matter?"
"Can't you just chisel it here before sending it to the dragon territory?"
"No," I said: "And you think, if I really cut it here and send it over, if Bakar is not satisfied, don't I have to trouble me to run again?"
Seren was speechless.
Out of the underground world, to the earth world, I opened the portal, stepped in, and came to the territory of the dragon race.
The location happens to be in the Dragon Palace.
After looking around, I didn't find Bakar, so I wandered around the palace.
Soon, I ran into a dragon warrior patrolling the palace.
At first, the dragon warrior held a gun to block my way, but after confirming my identity, the dragon warrior who led the team immediately became respectful, and took the initiative to lead the way, leading me to a wine cellar door.
Pushing the door open, he saw Bakar lying on a pile of wine barrels, pouring wine into his mouth drunkly.
Seeing the door opened, he was taken aback for a moment, and then shouted: "Didn't you tell me, don't disturb me drinking!"
After roaring, a large wine barrel whizzed and smashed.
"Hey, I said, Bakar, can you not be so aggressive?" While speaking, I aimed at the corner of the barrel with a scabbard and picked it hard, instantly transforming the force of the collision from horizontal to vertical, and it would fall. The barrel that came down steadily caught.
Sniffing the scent of wine from the mouth of the barrel, I couldn't help licking my lips: "Mellow and strong, good wine, really good wine!"
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