"Ugh... damn it, this will be deducted from your pay!" The old man yelled at Lucas.
The young man just turned his face away. His father had forced him to work there, but he hadn't taken his fortune away.
He couldn't give a damn about that old man's miserable pay.
Under the old man's angry gaze, he just returned to his dragon, who was watching Qingyi with eyes full of suspicion and contempt.
"Like mount, like rider." Qingyi shook his head, focusing on the old man.
"I am a traveler and wish to purchase a ticket to the capital, DragonPeak," Qingyi said, watching the old man's face change immediately.
His grumpy expression faded, replaced by a big, bright smile.
"Oh... perfect, dear customer! Come with me, come! We have a carriage about to leave! Hehehe."
The old man grabbed Qingyi's arm, leading him into his simple office.
There, Qingyi paid, signed some documents, and then waited.
He could even go alone.
