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“Ms. Katlana, you’ve misunderstood,” he explained urgently, his voice filled with deep fear. “I had no intention of seeing him at all… I’m only packing up now to escape!”
“Really? I don’t believe it.” Onyxia shook her head in disbelief.
Her gaze was like a sharp blade, as if it wanted to pierce Karkarov's heart.
“I’m telling the truth!” Karkaroff’s face was full of pleading, his voice trembling. “I’m really not going to see him. I betrayed so many Death Eaters, how could I possibly have the courage to face him? He’ll kill me!”
“Kill you? Then you can escape to the Ministry of Magic in the Underworld, that should be the safest place for you!” Onyxia pointed out sharply.
Her words struck Karkarov like a hammer, silencing his attempts to find excuses.
Indeed, if you don't want to cooperate with Voldemort, you can go to the Ministry of Magic.
Before the appeasement policy took hold and Fudge went too far, the Ministry of Magic in the United States still had a certain degree of credibility.
Karkaroff fell silent.
He knew he had been driven to the brink of despair, and his heart was filled with struggle.
If he really goes to the Ministry of Magic, his embezzlement and absconding with the money will be exposed, and at the very least, he will have to return the money.
He wouldn't do that.
The thought of those golden Galonnaises being ruined by the students made Karkaroff exclaim, "What a tragedy!"
Of course, Karkaroff had also considered killing Katlana Price 4.9 right in front of him—after all, she was all alone, and killing her would leave no evidence against her.
As a former Death Eater, Karkaroff is also a skilled user of dark magic.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be qualified to be the principal of Durmstrang.
But he abandoned the idea as soon as it came to him.
He still vividly remembered the scene at the end of the first match of the Triwizard Tournament, where his opponent tamed three raging fire dragons simply by relying on his aura.
Compared to such a powerful being who can summon fire dragons, a mere former Death Eater is nothing.
They dared not fight, and they could not talk, so the situation suddenly froze.
Karkaroff racked his brains, trying to figure out how to get the humanoid monster in front of him to move aside.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him.
He raised his head and said to Onyxia in as obsequious a tone as possible, "Ms. Prestor, I really have urgent business to attend to. If you could spare my life, I would be eternally grateful."
"I will be very grateful." Onyxia nodded upon hearing this.
Just when Karkaroff thought she was going to refuse, she suddenly asked, "How heavy is it?"
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The image shows Onyxia.
Chapter 439 Sharing Half Upon Meeting
The fact that the other party had actually inquired about the price relieved Karkarov.
At the same time, he also felt a sense of contempt.
Look at how simplistic and blunt that is!
How can you openly discuss bribe prices like that? It's not respectable at all.
No wonder he's a country bumpkin from South America.
Despite his thoughts, Karkaroff cautiously replied, "One thousand gallons, how about that?"
“Too few.” Onyxia rolled her eyes.
As the president of one of the three largest universities in Europe, embezzling tens of thousands of gallons is not out of the question.
You think you can just leave after giving away this little bit of money? You look down on dragons!
"Too little...too little!" Karkarov was alarmed by her greed.
He gritted his teeth and tentatively raised the price: "Then... two thousand? Three thousand? Five thousand Galleons?"
As the numbers continued to climb, Karkarov felt waves of pain.
This amount of money was not a small sum for him, but Ms. Presto remained expressionless, as if the money was nothing to her.
Karkaroff cursed inwardly at the insatiable greed of the man before her. She knew that, given her position in the Ministry of Magic, this sum of money was equivalent to two or three years' salary.
He couldn't help but wonder just how big the appetites of the Yin Kingdom's civil servants really were.
In a different setting, he would never have been willing to spend so much money.
However, at this critical juncture where life and death were at stake, Karkarov knew he had no way out.
He steeled himself and finally gritted his teeth, saying, "Ten thousand Galleons, that's the most I can offer! I need to live too. If you're not satisfied with that, then let's just fight to the death!"
“Ten thousand Galleons, that’s quite a sum. It’s tempting.” Onyxia said quietly, “But I refuse.”
"What?" Karkaroff exclaimed in disbelief. "You're refusing this too?"
“My favorite thing to do, Katlana Presto, is to say no to those who are self-righteous.” Onyxia recalled Levin’s expression when he said this during their previous conversation, and struck a pose with an eerie beauty.
"You...you've been playing me from the very beginning!" Karkarov finally realized that the woman in front of him had never intended to agree to pay for the passage. Her previous inquiries about prices were purely to make fun of him.
“You can’t say that,” Onyxia shook her head. “I still want the money, but Levin requires me to be a good dragon…man. No matter how much I like money, I can’t do it through crooked means. Money must be earned honestly and through my own labor.”
"Are all civil servants in your Yin Kingdom so honest and upright?" Karkarov's tone revealed a hint of disbelief.
The people he had met were not like that.
No, you may have misunderstood me.
Onyxia's lips curled into a meaningful smile.
"What I'm trying to say is, if I defeat you fair and square, all your Galon will be mine. That's reasonable, isn't it? After all, fighting is a form of work."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Karkaroff saw Onyxia throw a punch at his head.
His vision blurred for a moment, a buzzing sound rang in his ears, and his body seemed to be pulled backward by a tremendous force.
Karkaroff fell, collapsing beneath Onyxia's soft, white fist.
As his consciousness began to fade, he still couldn't understand why this seemingly weak fist could shatter his [Armor Spell] and knock him to his knees with a single punch.
He didn't know that the reason the woman in front of him was able to suppress the three fire dragons with her aura was because she herself was a true dragon that surpassed the fire dragons—a real giant dragon.
Moreover, she is not an ordinary dragon, but the princess of the black dragon among dragons.
In her original form, her power reached an astonishing 41 points.
To put it simply, even the legendary Titans only had a strength attribute of around 40 points.
In dragon form, he has 41 points of strength. Even when restricted to human form, his strength is reduced to 30 points.
what is this concept?
The average value of the six human attributes is 10 points, and the average value of the physiological attributes is 18 points.
For example, a world weightlifting champion corresponds to 18 points of strength, meaning he can lift an object weighing approximately 240 kilograms.
The average weight for an average person is around 60 kilograms.
In other words, for every 4 points of Strength attribute added, the actual Strength will double.
30 points of strength corresponds to 8 times that of a weightlifting champion.
This punch easily pierced through his hastily used [Iron Armor Spell].
Seeing Karkaroff collapse to the ground, Onyxia confiscated his wand and immediately began rummaging through his bag.
Her movements were incredibly practiced, as if she had repeated them countless times. Before long, a glittering little mountain had appeared before her eyes.
It was a full fifty thousand Galleons, along with all sorts of other valuables, gleaming in the dimly lit room.
"This guy is really rich!" Looking at the mountain of gold in front of her, the mother black dragon's true nature was revealed at this moment.
Her eyes gleamed with gold, and her voice was filled with barely concealed excitement, "I'm rich! I'm rich!"
However, just as she was basking in joy, Gwen's voice poured cold water on her like a bucket of water:
"Miss Onyxia, you can't take all this money!"
"why?"
Like a mother hen protecting her chicks, the mother black dragon tightly guarded the small Garon mountain behind her. "This money is my spoils of war, of course it all belongs to me!"
Gwen shook her head and patiently explained, “Miss Onyxia, the master said that at least half of this money must be left to Durmstrang as funding. His goal is to replace Karkaroff and control Durmstrang, not to destroy him.”
"……I see."
After a struggle with her inner conflict, Onyxia gave in.
She understood that Gwen was right. The plan to replace Karkaroff in controlling Durmstrang had been in place for a long time. According to their plan, they would also promote the education of the Erudite Society in Durmstrang, making Durmstrang another source of talent for them.
Therefore, they need to leave money for Durmstrang to operate; they can't just run away with the money like Karkaroff did.
So, with reluctance, she divided the small hill of Garon in half.
Looking at the mountain of gold that was now half gone, she felt an intense pang of heartache, as if a piece of her own heart had been torn away.
However, Gwen hadn't finished speaking: "Miss Onyxia, according to the master's rules, as his servant, you are entitled to half of any spoils of war you acquire."
"That's outrageous! You stinky master, you do nothing but talk and demand half of it!"
Onyxia couldn't help but complain loudly.
Levin did this once before, and now it's being brought up again.
However, Levin's authority and power forced her to submit. After a fierce internal struggle, she could only give up half of the gold coins.
The gold mine in front of us is now only a quarter of its original size.
“Ms. Onyxia…” Gwen’s voice rang out again, but this time it was rudely interrupted by Onyxia.
"Enough!" she shouted angrily. "You doll, shut up! Don't even think about finding another reason to take my money! 740"
She now gets chills whenever she hears that title, as if it represents endless exploitation and oppression.
“No, Ms. Onyxia, I just wanted to remind you—” Gwen reached out, her slender index finger pointing to the slumped Karkarov on the ground, “My recent test results show that the target, Igor Karkarov, is slowly declining in vital signs. Your punch earlier was probably too forceful.”
She reminded him gently:
"Don't forget, Karkaroff is the most important person in this operation. Ensuring his safety is the top priority before these Gallon. If he dies or becomes an idiot, the master's grand plan will be ruined. Given the master's temper, if he gets angry, you won't be able to keep the rest of your money either."