The old Fire Lizard finished cleaning up, finally arranging all the materials. After organizing everything, he picked up a Black Gold Scimitar from the ground and calmly looked at Richard.
"Wizard, I didn't interfere with the research of others, but all the things I've been busy with over the years are here."
Richard placed the materials into the Magic Pocket, silently giving the old Fire Lizard a Wizard's Salute.
The transfer of knowledge is always worthy of respect.
Then Richard, somewhat conflicted, spoke:
"Fire Lizard, don't rush to die. I think you are very valuable. Would you be interested in working for me for a while? We could sign a fair employment contract…"
"Wizard, are you insulting me?" the old Fire Lizard interrupted loudly, "You destroyed my country, enslaved my people. I may be a bastard, but I'm not that much of a bastard."
With that, the old Fire Lizard swung his scimitar, the sharp blade of the Dragon Beast Knight effortlessly severing his neck.
