The 5000-year-old Herbivorous Dragon

"It's not for sale, Lord"

"Yes, I am."

That was a long time ago. When I was only about a hundred years old and my figure was small.

Now in the central market of the ancient kingdom, which will only have its name in history, I lay low on the cobblestone and waited for the buyer to come along.

On the wooden plate I lowered from my neck, [Talking dragon. Price should be consulted].

The old merchant, who grew a long white beard, sitting next to me, is the thirty-fifth buyer in history.

I've been in the market for a long time, but I haven't had a buyer here for a while, and I've been kept under this old merchant.

Thanks to this, the tone was somehow influenced.

Even this day, the People's Wave just passed in front of me, and no information weak man appeared to buy me.

I bow my head to the old merchant, who is sober.

"I'm sorry. Even though it always sells out, let me eat yea vegetables every day. Isn't this the one called deficit?

"What, it's a broken end anyway. If the merchandise breaks my stomach, we'll be in business."

"Still, I'm sorry. If I can't sell it anyway, I'll make some money for a show around here."

"I want to stop. Yes. If I bonk like your lord, I might be brought back to the doghouse like every other time."

"Oh, that happened, too"

Shortly before being bought by this old merchant, I was asked by my owner at the time to earn a highly paid spectacle and was sent to a fighting dog cabin.

It should be noted that in the end, the dog ended the game after running out of time without even looking at me, but the booming was awesome in so many wasted games that he was banned from going in and out on the grounds of "extreme sharpening of the dog's struggle".

I think that ban continues even now, but I cannot deny the possibility of being caught by similar dangerous events.

"So if the spectacle doesn't work, I'll try my best to sell it straight. Hey, how cheap can my price be?

"That's right -... I bought it for a kilo of bread, just as much if I could. If you want to buy it, I'll forgive you even half the price."

"I was worth a pound of bread. I'm a little shocked to hear that."

"Well, I don't think your lord can sell it."

"Well. I don't know if I'm useless, but I think I want to look good for a little while."

The old merchant gave me a laugh worthy of liking and told me to do what I wanted.

I deliberately step out into the market alley in an attempt to show the will of a one-shot man here.

"Yes, gentlemen. Attention! Now I can buy one piece of bread!

Total through.

Looking back at the old merchant to his awkwardness, he was just smiling calmly as he drank. There's just no sign of you helping me.

"Wow, I don't pay for food because I'm a herbivore, and I'll do my best with spectacles and stuff for just a little while! Oh, but you can't have a ring of fire or a fighting dog. You can't because you're scared of ball-riding, too. Safe and easy."

Nobody stops footing again.

Why? Sure, I don't have the ability to make money, but I don't have the maintenance money. Wouldn't that give you some money if you just bought it and made change?

"These are only merchants. The merchant is in charge of the test, so it's hard to buy a product with a kerchief once."

And, behind my back, an old merchant told me to make a seed.

"Kechi?"

"If you're grateful, your lord is from a fraudulent product called lizard that fooled the dragon. It's normal to think that if you get your hands on a product like that, the twinkle will drop."

"What about Grandpa? Yes?

"Look, I'm going to be hiding for about half the time. On the other hand, if you're busier leaving someone like your lord behind, yeah."

"Am I a customer?

And I felt a little remorse, and I burned my treacherous heart, that I would sell it at all costs to show it.

The plan that came out after I thought about it,

"Hey, I got a good idea. If a merchant doesn't buy it, why not visit a private house and walk for sale? Maybe you'll buy it for me if you're not a merchant?

"'I was just about to run out of ingredients for dinner pot. This meat would be cheap for the price of a loaf of bread.' Oh, my God..."

"I was just saying. It wouldn't be annoying to visit and be sold like that. I have common sense."

I dig deeper into the idea.

"Admittedly, I'm worthless, what am I supposed to do with it?

The old merchant tilts his neck and asks slowly.

"Omg......? For example, what stuff?

"If you buy me for the price of one loaf of bread, you can follow one loaf of bread without leaking"

"You should simply buy some bread now. Yeah."

I said it myself, but I agreed. It is out of the way for one useless lizard to follow.

"For one thing, maybe we should fool the absurd omelette. If you buy me, you'll become a dragon's family and you'll have great magic."

"You can't lie like that. Lies are true, because if you say the right thing like that, one day you might go around and frame yourself for trouble."

"Maasa. I don't have any magic, and you don't have to worry about that."

Phew, and the old merchant laughed. I think it was a laugh staring somewhere far away.

"As a matter of fact, I only know one thing about those who buy you the Lord. You hear me?"

"Huh? Really? Anyone who thinks I'm worth buying is welcome."

Whereas I shook my tail pretentiously, the old merchant pointed at my pin and index finger.

"... hmm? What's wrong with me?

"So it's your Lord. The Lord Himself can buy himself. The Lord, who has always been bought or sold by humans, may not really feel it, but the freedom to go anywhere without being sold is a good thing. Well, aren't you going to try it?

I laughed after a while.

"It's an interesting joke. 'Cause if you say that, I don't have any money. Mostly, isn't it weird that a sale buys itself?

"The bill... so never mind. Yeah"

"Hmm? What did you say?

When I heard back, the old merchant shook his head deceitfully.

"Never mind. Yeah. Come on, what do we do? Your lord still seems to have a long way to go, and you can look around the world on your own feet?

"Hmmm......, well. I can live anywhere as long as I have grass. I don't care if it sells. Yeah, it might be fascinating."

Unfortunately, I didn't know very well that there was a demonic threat when I left the public.

When I reacted positively, the old merchant nodded, "It's not a decision."

"I'm sure you'll be ready, so I won't be there any time soon. He said he'd leave whenever he liked. Yes."

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There are two things that I learned later when I gained my freedom.

The first is that the old merchant, whom I lost a few years after I left, was also an amazing merchant who was called a "god of sight" to discern the true value of every commodity.

And the second, about 4900 years later, I found out.

That's when the old merchant said, "I don't care... so yeah," I guess...

"Uh-oh!

I thought I'd finally calmed down the rampant raccoon by turning him into a half dragon, and now I've started rampant in a different way.

Breaking through the ceiling of the Virgin's union, looking far down upon the earth into a muddy town, I am forced to fly with the wings of Lecco.

"Dear Evil Dragon. I feel like I can do anything right now. Come on, Chacha, let's defeat the Demon King and come save the world. This is in the dance of its prelude."

At that time, the old merchant said that he was paying interest for 4900 years.

It was unfounded, but somehow I was convinced so.