There was once a time when Seon-Hyeok was put in the ridiculous situation of being a dragon rider in a dragon-less world, and he had faced many difficulties on the way, but he was ultimately only able to reach his current status because of his class. Therefore, he made sure to never forget his identity. The only solution, then, was to commission a new spear.

“There aren’t any sufficiently skilled blacksmiths in this area. If you would like, I will look into craftsmen located closer to the capital.”

His new spear would naturally require significant time and money to make. After all, it was not easy to produce a cavalry spear 1.5 meters longer than normal, let alone one worthy of use by a lord.

“Ugh. My precious money.”

Seon-Hyeok was thriftier now than before he became a noble, but he nonetheless handed over the necessary funds with trembling hands.

Frustrated by this unexpected expense, Seon-Hyeok left his residence with the burdensome Goldrake. By now, the residents were no longer terrified at the sight of the drake, but they still kept a healthy distance.

He smacked his lips as he saw the residents retreat while bowing. He recalled the rumors surrounding him and Goldrake.

‘Prisoners and troublemakers are fed to the monster. The monster likes virgins the most.’

These were baseless rumors. However, it was difficult to pinpoint...