I Am Doing Daily Tasks in the Wizarding World

“Oh right, wait a moment,” Lynn called out, stopping the fly demon who was about to leave.

He selected a heavy hammer from the pile of weapons on the ground and handed it to the four-armed brute force demon. Then, he pointed to the severed head of the bone dragon lying on the ground. “Smash this for me.”

The four-armed brute force demon did not question Lynn’s unusual request. Without hesitation, it raised the hammer high and brought it down with a mighty blow.

Bang! 

The hammer bounced up, but a thin crack appeared on the dragon’s skull.

“You really went ahead and smashed it?” the fly demon asked, surprised.

This was the skull of a bone dragon—rather a pretty good stuff! 

Furthermore, it was a genuine dragon skull. Dragons, upon their death, were cast into Dragon Graveyard, where their corpses gradually transformed into bone dragons over time.

Other people wouldn’t know that this was the head of a bone dragon, so it was pretty good to pretend it to be a red dragon skull or a golden dragon skull to save face.

However, since the fly demon had already given it to Lynn, how Lynn chose to handle it was entirely his prerogative.

The four-armed brute force demon continued to hammer the skull, each blow adding more cracks to the already fractured surface.

The cracks spread rapidly, growing more extensive with each strike. Just as the skull seemed on the verge of shattering, a faint, ghostly blue flame suddenly ignited within the shattered bone.

“Don’t kill me. I surrender,” the disembodied dragon skull spoke, its jaw moving as it emitted the plea.

The fly demon watched in stunned silence. It had assumed the bone dragon was dead, not realizing that the skull was still alive.

Lynn stretched his neck, which had grown stiff from the tension, and remarked leisurely, “And this is why it’s so important to read more.”

“It thought it had concealed itself well, but in reality, the characteristics of your bone dragon clan have been thoroughly dissected by wizards. Even if your head and body are separated, you won’t die as long as the skull isn’t completely shattered. What you call ‘death’ is merely a disguise for the bone dragon.”

The flame in the bone dragon’s eye sockets flickered slightly.

“You were a brass dragon in your previous life, weren’t you?” Lynn inquired, though his tone suggested certainty.

“Yes,” the bone dragon replied after a long silence. “But my memories of my previous life are quite vague.”

Lynn said lightly, “I know. A resurrected bone dragon is akin to new life. It can only gradually recover memories from its previous existence as its power grows stronger. Given how weak you are, it’s clear you won’t remember everything from your previous life.”

Hearing Lynn saying it was weak, the bone dragon choked and felt heartbroken.

Lynn continued, “The most noticeable feature of a brass dragon is the ridged plates that grow backward like plows on either side of its head. I’ve heard it’s to help with burrowing through sand?”

The soul flame within the bone dragon’s eye sockets flickered slightly in response.

Lynn pressed on, his tone unchanged. “Also, brass dragons are known for having a blade-like horn on their chin that grows sharper with age. Yet your horn seems to be missing. What happened to it?” He pointed to the bone dragon’s barren chin, where the remains of a broken horn were evident.

The bone dragon felt that this wizard knew more about brass dragons than it did, even though it had been a brass dragon in its previous life.

Little did it know that standing out often attracts attention. For wizards, legendary creatures like dragons, with their widespread presence, immense power, and long lifespans, were the perfect subjects for study.

Furthermore, the widely popular tales of evil dragons and princesses in the kingdom fueled every wizard’s curiosity about dragons. Nearly every wizard with some knowledge of their craft knew a bit about the characteristics of well-known dragons.

For instance, there were the five chromatic dragons—red, green, blue, black, and white—and the five metallic dragons—gold, silver, copper, brass, and bronze. These ten types were the epitome of the dragon family.

Compared to the rare breeds like abyss dragons, rainbow dragons, chaos dragons, infernal dragons, and world dragons, the chromatic and metallic dragons had long been thoroughly studied by wizards.

This was partly why Lynn had chosen not to kill the bone dragon immediately. “I’ve heard that even bone dragons have a habit of hoarding treasures. Where do you keep yours?” Lynn inquired.

The bone dragon’s eyes hardened. “Even in death, I—”

“Smash it,” Lynn lightly said.

“Wait, I think—” The bone dragon’s voice was abruptly cut off as the four-armed brute force demon swung its massive hammer down with force. The hammer struck the top of the dragon’s skull, creating a large crater, with the weapon fully embedding itself into the bone.

The brute force demon lifted its hammer, preparing to strike again. A faint voice emerged from within the cracked skull. “I think we can negotiate.”

The four-armed brute force demon was about to continue its assault, driven by its excitement at the enemy’s pleas for mercy, though it awaited Lynn’s command.

“Let it finish speaking,” Lynn was calm.

The bone dragon, its voice sounding fainter due to the missing portion of its skull, continued weakly, “I hid my treasures in a spatial artifact. Only I know where it’s buried.”

The absence of a chunk from its skull made its words seem as if they were drifting away, like a gust of wind escaping through a crack.

“By the way, how did you die in your previous life? Did you leave any treasures behind?” Lynn asked.

The bone dragon fell silent, and it suddenly felt that it was better to die than to live.

This person was a devil.

“I’ve forgotten how I died,” the bone dragon replied after a pause, “but considering how much time has passed since then, my treasures might have been discovered by treasure hunters long ago.”

Lynn had only asked out of curiosity. Even if he knew the location of the bone dragon’s treasures, the place would be far off and likely across different planes, making it nearly impossible for him to locate.

The origin of bone dragons was indeed very strange. It was said to be linked to the Dragon Graveyard.

The Dragon Graveyard was a strange place, existing independently from the planes—a peculiar space that had been carved out. Legends spoke of dead dragons whose corpses, if not desecrated, would be drawn into the Dragon Graveyard over the ages. There, they would lie in a state of slumber.

After a sufficiently long time, these dragons might have a chance to revive as undead dragons. Undead dragons came in several forms: bone dragons, ghost dragons, and corpse dragons, each representing a transformation of bones, souls, and flesh respectively.

“Then take me to your treasures,” Lynn said, maintaining a sense of anticipation for the treasure of the bone dragon.

Bone dragons also have the avaricious attribute of the dragons. The innate greed of dragons, deeply etched into their very essence, did not wane even with death.

Thanks to their inherent abilities, dragons possessed a natural talent for discerning the value of objects. This discernment was a form of “intuition” rooted in their souls. If presented with two identical treasures, a dragon could instinctively determine which was more valuable.

Dragons could indeed discern the value of treasures, but understanding how to utilize these treasures and their specific worth depended on each dragon’s knowledge. Most young and adult dragons were functionally illiterate. Although their bloodlines preserved ancient knowledge passed down from earlier dragon clan eras, absorbing this knowledge required diligent study.

However, most dragons were notoriously lazy. They preferred lounging in their caves, sleeping away the hours, rather than expending effort to learn.

This laziness often led to a rather amusing and ironic situation. After a dragon was slain, many people would discover powerful artifacts among the dragon’s hoard. Yet, these valuable items had been carelessly tossed into the treasure pile, gathering dust.

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