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The Princess locked up in the Evil Dragon's home is just like a yacht owned by a tycoon – it's not so much about whether it's used, but that you can't be without one. Ideally, it comes with a few bounty quests; the higher the level, the better. If there's a dragon-slaying quest, even better – that's the kind of prestige we're talking about. If you don't have a Princess in your lair cursing you to hell every day, you'd be too embarrassed to even say hello to other Evil Dragons. What, the King sent Adventurers to gang up on me? Hahaha, I, the grand Level 80 Black Dragon Lord, a world-class BOSS, how could I possibly care about a bunch of Adventurers. What! The Adventurers have already reached outside the dungeon? All of them are maxed-out big shots, and there are two heroes leading the charge! And the leader is a Dragon Slaying Swordsman! I'm done for, now what to do… Heroes and villains, black dragons and mortals, the formidable BOSS of the game world and the insignificant streamer of reality. This is a story about a Black Dragon BOSS player.

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Chapter 82: The End of Brother Feng

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The layout of the Altland City tavern was different from others: a large counter facing the street, with big oak barrels full of liquor on top. Adventurers coming back to the city after a day of battling monsters would often spend fifty copper coins for a bottle of Dwarf spirits.

—This was the situation three months ago. Ever since the price of Yeti fur skyrocketed, the number of adventurers in the city had increased, and the price of Dwarf spirits also increased to one silver coin.

Most adventurers stood at the doorway, hurriedly drinking before logging off. If they were willing to spend an extra twenty copper coins, they could buy a bowl of stewed meat medley or roasted wild boar ribs and have a feast.

But these were adventurers who enjoyed Dwarf spirits and they were mostly low-level alts or those grinding for materials as part of the "Rib Party," hardly affluent enough for such indulgences.