Chi Explosion

"Hey, what are your friends trying to hide there?" Ryan asked.

 Nelron couldn't help but sweat cold when he heard that question. Although he was supposed to be three hundred years old, he was naïve, just like a teenager. Maybe dragons went through puberty around that age.

"Well… some relics and our mithril," Nelron replied.

"Is that so… do you think I am going to steal it?" Ryan asked. "Come to think of it, why do you guys need mithril? I didn't see either of you using any weapon or piece of gear made with it."

"We use it in the place of food," Nelron replied. "There aren't many creatures big enough that can feed even our small tribe around, so we make do by draining the mana from the mithril. When we are bored of it, we eat small pieces."