"Don't you want to be proactive? Do you know how much money I spent on these things? I basically emptied out all the tavern stock in Cardo City. Many paying customers couldn't even buy food."
Seeing Stark still motionless, like a dead dog, Li Xi simply forced his mouth open and threw a roast chicken directly into his stomach.
Stark's thick throat was a bit exaggerated for a horse to run through, but a donkey could definitely pass. So Li Xi transformed into a diligent transporter, throwing the pre-prepared food into Stark's stomach in a continuous stream.
"It's a shame you're swallowing it without chewing. This food is from a top chef. Although it doesn't taste as good as the bento boxes I gave you before, it's still a rare delicacy." Su Dan Novel Network.
Fearing that Stark would choke, Li Xi thoughtfully opened several barrels of wheat wine and poured them down.
Just as Li Xi was still stuffing him like a turkey, two drops of tears, filled with complex emotions, slowly dripped from Stark's tightly closed eyes.
"Wow, it's dragon tears! I heard they are magical materials even more precious than gold. Cry slowly, I'll find a better container."
While Li Xi was frantically searching his ring for bottles, Stark's tears flowed silently like a helpless maiden.
Li Xi found a large bottle to catch them, but quite a few tears still fell on the ground.
Seeing this, Li Xi felt incredibly heartbroken and couldn't help but complain to Stark, "Next time you cry, you must tell me in advance. Wait until I'm ready, then you cry. It's such a waste like this."
Li Xi's words were worse than silence. After he spoke, Stark forcibly held back his tears, choosing to swallow them rather than give Li Xi a single drop.
Having collected at least ten pounds of tears, Li Xi was somewhat still unsatisfied. He didn't know when he would get such a good opportunity again. Perhaps he would never encounter dragon tears again in his lifetime.
Li Xi once again transformed into a diligent transporter. Not only was he afraid Stark wouldn't eat enough, but he also moved Stark's tail aside, found the right spot, and placed the pre-prepared oak barrel underneath.
The remaining time was spent waiting for Stark to defecate smoothly.
It wasn't until the sky brightened the next day that Stark still showed no intention of defecating. Li Xi became impatient. Caliphy had already come twice, and Li Xi had brushed them off.
It wasn't that Li Xi feared these kobolds, but waiting for a dragon to poop was somehow not quite right.
Fearing that the drug's effect would wear off, Li Xi had even fed him a drop of Abyssal Spider venom at midnight yesterday, ensuring that Stark couldn't move anything but his eyelids.
"I think you have a problem with intestinal motility. Fortunately, I'm an expert in this area. Let me help you."
Li Xi's words made Stark's scales stand on end. Stark knew that Li Xi's "help" was never simple.
As expected, before a breath passed, Li Xi punched Stark heavily in the stomach. The powerful force caused waves to ripple across the soft abdomen.
If Stark hadn't been pinned to the ground by ten javelins, this punch would have sent him flying several meters. But the already scabbed wound tore open again, dripping fresh blood.
After punching, Li Xi glanced at the base of Stark's tail. Indeed, a large pile of fresh, steaming dung was expelled.
"That's right. Don't hold it in. Poop quickly, pee quickly. Let's finish this soon, for both our happiness."
Stark seemed resigned to his fate. Even his eyelids, the only part that could move, remained still. No matter how Li Xi persuaded him, he would hold it in rather than expel anything, determined not to give Li Xi what he wanted.
Li Xi clenched his fist and looked at the stubborn Stark, "Why must you do this."
"Bang."
Another punch. To control the force so as not to force the contents of his stomach out of his mouth, Li Xi deliberately lightened his blow.
Stark's whole body trembled. His dragon scales had the urge to turn into sharp words and curse Li Xi to death, not knowing if it was from Li Xi's punch or from anger.
After punching for a long time, Stark finally urinated. Several oak barrels, the kind that held wheat wine, were filled. Stark's eyes became moist again, but he still forced himself not to let tears flow, preferring death to aiding the enemy. Such immense humiliation.
Li Xi walked around Stark for a long time, searching for a suitable spot to attack. He still remembered that before he came, Aise had said she wanted to eat dragon meat. This was a mythical creature from his past life. Now that he had such a good opportunity, he naturally wanted to select the best cut. Not only was Aise curious, but he himself was also quite curious about its taste.
He touched and looked around, finally choosing the muscle group on his thigh.
He directly pulled off scales the size of his palm, cleanly cut about ten pounds of dragon meat. Seeing the flowing blood, Li Xi dared not waste it and collected it all. Then he took out a bottle of intermediate holy water and poured it onto the wound. The profusely bleeding wound immediately stopped, and fresh muscle grew at a visible speed, soon leaving no trace.
Because the paralyzing venom of the abyssal spider was still effective, Stark didn't feel Li Xi's movements or pain. He had no idea what Li Xi had done to him during this time, nor that he had lost ten pounds of dragon meat and was no longer a whole dragon.
"That's enough. Torturing him any longer wouldn't look good for Master Demanga."
But upon seeing the tough dragon wings, Li Xi couldn't help but cut off a large piece. He was familiar with this part; it was all cartilage and no meat. If he grilled it, it would be dripping with oil, the most delicious thing imaginable.
Of course, he used holy water afterwards to heal the wound, making Stark an unwitting wholesale supplier of ingredients.
Walking back to the front of Stark, Li Xi looked at his mouth full of sharp teeth and thought this was also a high-level material. So, he decided to take one.
Without any weapons, a whip kick capable of sending giants flying easily knocked Stark's head, sending three blood-covered teeth flying out as if kicking a ball.
This damage was truly happening under Stark's very eyelids. His dragon eyes, about to explode, stared intently at Li Xi, wanting to engrave Li Xi's image into his soul. Even if he was reborn and forgot everything, he would never forget Li Xi's appearance.
Li Xi looked at Stark apologetically, "Don't be like that. Anyway, this thing will grow back quickly for you. Consider it making a friend. I treat you to a meal, and you give me some good stuff. It's normal to reciprocate. Don't be so stingy."
Stark couldn't speak, but his eyes, lost in hatred, said it all. In this life, it was either him or Li Xi. If the abyss now told Stark that helping him kill Li Xi would cost him his soul and condemn him to the abyss, Stark would not hesitate.
"What are you looking at? Eat your fill. Don't worry, I'll let you go in another day."
Hundreds of barrels of wheat wine were poured in like water, and a whole roasted bull was kicked in with one foot.
Actually, if Stark were willing, he could have digested the food in his stomach quickly. But he didn't want to fulfill Li Xi's wishes. Even if he had to suffer, he wouldn't cooperate.
He persisted for another day. Caliphy was sent back by Li Xi each time, with excuses of discussing secrets with Stark.
Finally, the food was all gone, and the wheat wine was drunk. Li Xi had obtained what he wanted. Stark didn't have much left in his stomach.
He took out the crystal ball given to him by Demanga from his spatial ring and infused it with energy. The crystal ball began to emit a faint glow.
Stark was now completely ignoring Li Xi's actions, deafening himself to everything, solely seeking death, so he didn't care what Li Xi was doing.
Li Xi looked at the crystal ball. Within a few breaths, a 'crackling' sound of glass shattering echoed in the space above the crystal ball.
As the sound occurred, a piece of space shattered, revealing a dilapidated wooden door within.
Such a large commotion naturally awakened Stark. Looking at the shattered space, he was truly terrified. A powerful being capable of shattering space would not consider his dragon identity. Instead, a dragon's body would be even more attractive to these powerful individuals. Adorning their achievements with dragons was a universally recognized method among the strong. He now felt like he was about to be sold.
The dilapidated wooden door opened, and a disheveled old mage walked out, it was Archmage Demanga.
Demanga nodded in satisfaction, looking at the motionless, almost perfectly intact Stark. He hadn't seen such well-preserved, living experimental material in a long time.
"Little friend, well done. Your methods are excellent. We will cooperate again if we have the chance."
With that, under Stark's trembling, pleading gaze, Demanga extended his hand and grasped. A giant transparent palm materialized in the cave, complete with clear palm lines and veins.
Under Demanga's movement, the giant palm lifted Stark from the ground like grabbing a small lizard.
If Stark hadn't been certain of the mage's identity before, he was now undoubtedly sure.
He was the greatest enemy of dragons, an evil mage who had spent his life hunting them and experimenting on them on his dissection table. If Stark had been defiant facing Li Xi because he was drugged, facing this evil mage, Stark was afraid from the depths of his soul.
He remembered that one of the most important teachings from his parents when he left home was never to initiate an attack on Demanga. If Stark attacked first, he would surely die, no matter who came to help. Therefore, upon seeing Demanga, the fastest course of action was to flee. As long as he didn't attack, this evil mage, bound by a contract, could not do anything to them.
But now, he was completely immobilized, unable to move, let alone run. Stark's face showed a look of despair and heart-wrenching death. Tears, which he could no longer hold back, flowed from his eyes, like a helpless beauty encountering a villain, evoking a sense of sympathy.
"Little one, what are you afraid of? You will gain immense benefits from me. You will thank me in the future."
Li Xi looked at Demanga with a sinister smile. If his actions these past two days could be described as wicked, then Demanga's actions now were those of an unforgivable devil.
Didn't he see Stark so scared that he was about to wet himself?
Like catching a small insect, Stark was grabbed into the demiplane.
Demanga looked at Li Xi again, "Little friend, will you return from my demiplane, or will you walk back yourself?"
"I dare not trouble you, Master. I still have some matters to attend to in the Forest of Forgetfulness. I wish your experiment success."
Demanga nodded, took out a piece of paper from his embrace, and threw it to Li Xi. "This is a certificate of mission completion. I also mentioned before that if you completed it well, there would be a reward. I am very satisfied now. Do you have any requests for this reward?"
So generous, there was even a reward. Great figures were truly lavish.
Li Xi thought for a moment and said, "Master, you have already given me many things. It would be impolite of me to ask for more rewards. Therefore, I do not want the reward. I would like to ask you a question."
"Speak," Demanga was very pleased with Li Xi's lack of greed. Few people in this era truly considered money as dirt.