82: Chapter 82 Servant 82: Chapter 82 Servant Brass Dragon finished scouring and returned to the castle with the spoils of war.

It heard that the Efreeti, due to a twisted wish from the Praying Skill, was now trapped in an oil lamp and it took several minutes to confirm this was not a joke.

“This Efreeti, I don’t know whether to call him unlucky or stupid…

Calling him stupid, sometimes he seems quite cunning though.”

Brass Dragon had already transformed into human form, preferring the image of a jovial human in his thirties.

He continued, “We weren’t originally targeting him.

We just wanted to sell passes and deliberately let some rumors slip.

He actually believed them and came to us…”

Brass Dragon stared at the oil lamp and complained, “He used the Praying Skill without properly phrasing his wish, and now, it’s been twisted…

Well, it doesn’t seem twisted, but anyway, he’s trapped now.”

“I just want to ask one question,” said Brass Dragon, his eyes lighting up with excitement, “Do you think we could rub the oil lamp, let him out and make a wish to him…

Have you heard of the Efreeti bottle prisoner?

Just pull out the stopper, release the Efreeti, and he can grant you three Praying Skills.”

“As long as we’re clear when we make a wish and aren’t too greedy…

One Praying Skill to create a non-magic item worth tens of thousands of Gold Coins should not be a problem,” Brass Dragon licked his lips greedily, “And since there are three of us, one wish each.”

“Dream on,” Tassera glanced at Brass Dragon disdainfully, thinking whether the Efreeti was stupid was unclear, but you certainly are, “He’s a regular Efreeti, not noble…

Even noble Efreetis can’t cast three Praying Skills at once unless it’s the Efreeti Sultan.”

“As for the Efreeti Sultan…” Tassera laughed, even the most arrogant Blue Dragon, who could not tolerate any implication of weakness, must have at least a minimal sense of reality, “How would we coerce him into using the Praying Skill?

If he wanted to squash us, it would just be a flick of his finger.”

“Even if the Efreeti Sultan could rival gods…” Brass Dragon muttered, “It wouldn’t be that easy to kill us.

As long as we don’t go to the Fire Element Plane, he doesn’t have any good way to deal with us.

The Material Plane isn’t a place anyone can just drop by.”

Brass Dragon picked up the Magic Oil Lamp, looked at it from left to right, tossed it aside disdainfully, and said, “If we can’t do anything, it’s better to have killed the Efreeti from the start.

Fewer problems that way.”

Leon had calmed down from his excitement, looking around and said, “I think Eggon has a point…

So, what do we do now?

Rub the lamp, or open the oil lamp cap, let the Efreeti out and then kill him, or should we put this lamp in the deepest part of the treasury and seal it forever?”

Tassera looked at Leon and said, “You decide, we are here to help you…

according to our previous covenant.”

Leon paced back and forth, arms crossed, unable to make up his mind.

“Maybe we can talk to him,” suggested Tassera, “You’re still a young dragon, without the ability to renovate Steam Lake, but the Lord of Blazing Flames is capable.

Let him serve you by helping you with the Steam Lake, his life in exchange for the service.”

“What if he breaks the contract and runs away?” Leon asked subconsciously.

“Definitely need to make a contract,” Leon wasn’t one to sign a magically binding contract, so he didn’t think in that direction at the moment, but as the Storage Dragon, Tassera had plenty of ways.

Leon in Dragon Form was prone to excitement and rage, his emotions unstable, but Leon in human form had a calm enough temper.

After thinking it through and realizing he and the Efreeti didn’t have a blood feud, if the Efreeti could serve him, sparing the Efreeti’s life wasn’t out of the question.

He nodded, “It’s not out of the question.”

With Leon’s affirmative answer, Tassera decisively cast a spell, trying to communicate with the Efreeti inside the Magic Oil Lamp, but received no response.

The Efreeti did not want to engage with her.

“Let’s wait and talk later,” Leon said nonchalantly, “He needs to suffer a bit first.”

The Efreeti’s matter has come to a temporary close, leaving one issue unresolved: how to distribute the spoils of war?

The Efreeti left behind two weapons of considerable value, and the Contract Mage of the Efreeti deceived many adventurers and mercenaries to come and meet their demise.

The loot from their defeat added up to quite a sum.

Leon’s thinking was straightforward: first of all, the Magic Oil Lamp was his, and naturally, the Efreeti was his to dispose of.

Apart from that, everything else would be divided into three parts based on value.

Normally, a Red Dragon would demand all the spoils for themselves, or at the very least the lion’s share.

Yet Leon was willing to divide it into thirds, so the Brass Dragon certainly wouldn’t refuse.

Tassera hoped she could select her share of the spoils in advance until she reached one-third of the total value.

After distributing the loot, there really was nothing left to do.

Next, it was time to promote the threat of the Red Dragon and Blue Dragon.

Now, they could use the defeated Efreeti as a counter-example, and the sale of passes must continue.

One cannot deny the effectiveness of playing good cop, bad cop; wielding the stick and dangling the carrot.

Indeed, Leon and Tassera actually did accomplish things, not just swindling money.

After their actions, some caravans still purchased passage permits.

With the first caravan safely passing through the territories of the Red Dragon and Blue Dragon with a permit, and hearing that the price for the permits would increase monthly, many other caravans that had been waiting decided to buy them.

As for those who lost their temporary guarding jobs, one could only say that in the vast desert, the territories of the Red Dragon and Blue Dragon were insignificant; they had many other places to go.

About a month later, Leon contacted Tassera again, asking her to communicate with the Efreeti to see if it would consider serving him.

“I can help you transform the Steam Lake into a Molten Lava Lake…” The Efreeti, who had been trapped inside the oil lamp for a month, finally gave in, longing for freedom.

“Then you let me leave, and I promise I won’t seek revenge in any direct or indirect way.”

“I’m not afraid of your revenge.

I can already defeat you now, and I’m still a teenage dragon.

I will only grow stronger, to the point where I can crush you with one fingertip,” Leon knew the art of bargaining inside and out, quoting high and settling low, “in exchange for your service for eighty years until I become an Adult Dragon.”

“That’s too long.” Eighty years was unquestionably a significant period, and the Efreeti naturally would not agree.

“Thirty years,” Leon backed down, “until I become a young dragon.”

“Even shorter,” the Efreeti still refused to yield.

“Thirty years seems long to humans because they live short lives, but for you genies, it’s the blink of an eye,” Leon snapped his fingers.

“Two choices: serve me for thirty years, or become my slave for ten years.

During these ten years, you must work every day, you cannot keep any possessions, and you lose all rights.”

The Efreeti was undoubtedly greedy: “Let’s meet halfway; I can serve you for ten years.”

“Let’s talk again after a month,” Leon said nonchalantly.

In the end, the Efreeti submitted.

It despised the act of being enslaved by force, so it agreed to serve Leon for thirty years—as a foreman or enforcer, whatever was required.

After all, pledging loyalty to a powerful Red Dragon that could defeat him even in its teenage years was nothing shameful.

From then on, Leon had a powerful Efreeti servant at his disposal.