Chen Zhao chuckled.
Ignoring the fact that Dahlia wouldn't spend all her money on a dragon horn.
Even if she really bought it, 100 million dollars wouldn't be enough.
If Chen Zhao multiplied it by ten, he would consider it.
"Delymore, let me explain it to you. The last time a dragon appeared was in 1914, and the last time a pure-blooded dragon was hunted was in 1798. According to the ancient records, in that battle to slay the dragon, more than 300 Spiritualists participated in the battle, and most of them were witches. In the end, only 18 of them survived. In the end, the dragon only went through a simple collection of materials and took away some of the main magical raw materials. Do you think a hundred million USD is enough to buy a dragon horn?"
Indeed, to Chen Zhao and the Supernatural Organization, dragons weren't rare anymore.
But if Chen Zhao sold it cheaply, he'd be letting down the dragon race.
Plus, who knew how many pure-blood dragons existed in the world? Perhaps they were hiding in the crowd.
Once they found out that one of their kind had been killed and the corpse sold cheaply, they might come looking for Chen Zhao.
This wasn't just the price of raw materials. It was also the price Chen Zhao had to bear.
Chen Zhao believed that there were definitely pure-blood dragons in the world.
Gaia was the best proof, because she was a mixed blood.
During the most active era of dragons in the Middle Ages, there were too many dragons with traces and histories.
But compared to the records of humans killing dragons and the natural death rate of dragons, there should be more active dragons in the Middle Ages that survived to the modern era.
Moreover, the Dragon Race could transform into human form.
So, Chen Zhao suspected that there were far more pure-blood dragons in the world than he'd imagined.
In fact, some ancient dragons might even be more powerful than Chen Zhao after years of baptism and accumulation of power.
So, Chen Zhao never dared to say that he was invincible.
He didn't want a pure-blood dragon to appear and slap him in the face.
Of course, there were risks, but they weren't big.
Since the dragons hid themselves, they definitely knew that the current era wasn't one they could do as they pleased.
Any government had the ability to kill dragons. Even without spiritualists, they could still kill dragons with modern weapons.
If Chen Zhao fought with a dragon, as long as Chen Zhao wasn't killed instantly, there was a high chance that the dragon would die.
No matter how strong Chen Zhao was, he was still a human. But dragons were different. Their huge bodies could cause panic in society.
He wasn't afraid at all if the dragons fought him in their human forms.
Unless it was a dragon at the level of Obitos' mother, Chen Zhao would definitely admit defeat.
Meanwhile, did Great Lords of the Dragon race exist in this world? Chen Zhao was doubtful.
Of course, no matter what, it was impossible to sell it cheaply.
Not in this lifetime.
He had risked his life for it.
A Dragon Horn in the hands of a reliable Alchemist might represent the birth of a Divine Tool.
Even if they didn't want to sell it for the price of a Divine Artifact, they could at least not embarrass the Dragon Clan.
Daly More was speechless. According to Chen Zhao, a dragon horn was obviously worth an astronomical amount of wealth.
Her wealth was indeed not enough, unless she shamelessly begged Chen Zhao.
However, Dahlia was still a little proud.
She didn't think that it was because of her friendship with Chen Zhao or that favor.
Chen Zhao would give her the dragon horn.
It was like a tycoon owing a commoner a favor.
Could the tycoon give the commoner his entire fortune because of this favor?
That was clearly impossible.
"Looks like I don't understand the market," Dahlia said helplessly.
"Then after the Magic Dragon Scale Armor is made, I'll send it to you along with the dragon blood. Prepare the recipe for me too."
For most people, bathing in dragon blood wasn't just something they could only dream of. They didn't even have the fortune to enjoy it.
Before this, Chen Zhao had also bathed in dragon blood.
The burning sensation wasn't pleasant.
Apart from Gaia, no one else could bear it.
…
"President, the silver dragon head is done. Do you need me to send it over?" West called Chen Zhao.
"Do you have any dye? It won't fade in the wind and the sun. Of course, it's harmless. I'll put it in the yard."
The dye was so that people wouldn't find out that it was a real skeleton.
After all, Chen Zhao's house would occasionally have regular guests.
"That's not hard. I'll send it over in the afternoon."
"Okay."
In the afternoon, West and Erdos arrived in their car.
West had been to Chen Zhao's new house before. Ados was here for the first time. He mainly came to see the world.
Chen Zhao carried the skull to the yard.
"Chen, are these your spoils of war from slaying the dragon last time? It's so big. "Fali saw Chen Zhao carry the huge skull in.
"Yes, Fali. Do you think the head is facing inside or outside?"
"Facing inside," Fali said. "Don't put it so straight. Slanted it a bit. More outwards. Yes, that's perfect." Fali nodded in satisfaction. "Mr. West, Mr. Ados, you're here. Take a seat. I'll have the underlings prepare."
As the hostess, Fali was very hospitable.
Moreover, West and Ados were old friends. They knew many of the family's secrets.
"Ya ya ya ya …" Little Gerlyn saw the dragon skull that was set up and ran out excitedly.
"Dad, is this my birthday present?"
"Your birthday isn't here yet."
Gerlyn ran to the skull and carefully stuck her head into the open mouth.
"So big!" Gerlyn exclaimed. "The teeth are as big as Gerlyn's."
The silver dragon's teeth were very large. The two exposed main teeth were 150 centimeters long. The other teeth on the sides were 50 or 60 centimeters long.
The dragon's head was about 15 meters long and took up a quarter of the yard.
Fali had a hobby of collecting otherworldlings.
Chen Zhao developed this hobby mainly because he often hunted mutants.
When he was at Mirror Lake Villa, there was one in the basement.
But because it was used as a surgery room, Chen Zhao had already put away the demon's skeleton.
Compared to the silver dragon's skull, the demon's skeleton was really nothing.
Fali also admired the silver dragon's skull. Because it had a layer of artificial gel dye, it looked a bit fake. Fali didn't care though. She knew that it was real.
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