Chapter： 172 Brian couldn't match the red dragon.
In the harsh and barren conditions of the far northern Ice Field, acquiring treasure was a difficult task.
Brian's first pot of gold was snatched from the mouth of the White Dragon Mother. At that time, the White Dragon Mother's savings seemed quite substantial to Brian, but now it seemed rather meager. It was only after battling human armies and destroying the Frost Giant tribe that his treasury began to fill up.
However, it still wasn't as much as the red dragon's hoard.
In terms of the quantity and quality of magical gems, the red dragon couldn't compare to Brian, because Brian had a small gem mine vein.
But in other aspects, Brian couldn't match the red dragon.
The red dragon had been focused on making money, profiting from wars for almost a year.
It moved between multiple principalities, using various means, including but not limited to employment, intimidation, robbery, and opportunism, to accumulate considerable wealth.
The Mocha Principality was just one of its victims.
If not for this, it would have taken at least until its prime to amass a similar amount of wealth.
In peaceful times, a red dragon causing such trouble would definitely attract the crusade of human strong ones.
But now, human nations were too preoccupied with their own issues. Since the red dragon was somewhat measured in its actions, most countries chose to pay off the trouble. Some tried to expel or kill the red dragon, but they ended up being turned to ashes.
Noticing Brian's gaze, Roger's heart tightened, and it moved to block Brian, speaking righteously, "Although I pledge allegiance to you, according to the rules of allegiance between true dragons, a loyal follower can keep their own wealth."
"If you intend to target my hoard, I can break the oath!"
The red dragon rationally stated its case.
Brian withdrew his gaze, the platinum dragon eyes reflecting Roger's nervous expression. He chuckled lightly, "Relax, not only will I not take your things, but I will also give you an opportunity to become one of the wealthiest red dragons."
Roger was slightly stunned, doubting what it had heard.
"Make me richer?"
"You're not lying to me, are you?"
Roger's face showed suspicion.
Brian smiled faintly and said, "I have control of a demi-plane portal, a realm of flame and magma, a quasi-elemental plane with endless wealth buried beneath its scorched earth."
"Red dragons are the most suited true dragons to live there."
"As long as you follow my orders well, you can gain unimaginable benefits from the demi-plane."
Brian could see that although this guy was forced to pledge allegiance due to the bet, its attitude wasn't sincere. It wouldn't disobey Brian's orders, but if it was internally resistant, it might just go through the motions and be a lazy dragon.
Therefore, Brian painted a big picture for Roger to motivate it.
This common capitalist control tactic was something the red dragon couldn't resist.
Its pupils lit up, and it breathed heavily, "Really? You really have a quasi-elemental demi-plane portal? And it's one of fire and earth?"
It knew all too well what such a demi-plane represented.
Brian calmly nodded, "Of course, when the time is right, you will follow me into it."
"Then, we will turn it into a paradise for true dragons."
Roger's eyes brightened, and it couldn't help but imagine the wonderful scene of fire attribute gems filling the Dragon's Lair.
A few seconds later, it came back to its senses. Under the lure of enticing benefits, it looked at Brian with even more respect.
"As expected of the true dragon I pledge allegiance to, Roger salutes you."
The red dragon bowed its head again, its tone filled with excitement and anticipation.
Though it was unclear who exactly it was praising.
