# Chapter 561: The Price of the Dragon's Treasure
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 561 of "The Untouchable Ex Wife." Grab a cup of tea, settle in, and let me transport you into the heart of Dragos, where secrets, bargains, and ancient treasures collide in ways no one could have anticipated.
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Silas stood before Xavier and Quinton, the weight of years pressing down on his weathered shoulders. He had spent so long carrying this burden on his own—the safety of his people, the protection of their sacred treasure—and now, face to face with two powerful men who held the key to Dragos's survival, he finally said the words aloud.
Dragos, he explained, lived in a world apart. Beyond society's reach, governed only by its own clan laws, the village had thrived for generations in quiet isolation. They never troubled anyone, never sought conflict. Yet peace was a fragile illusion for those who possessed something the rest of the world craved.
The dragon's saliva. Their most precious treasure. It blessed their land, sustained their people, kept their sacred dragon alive and content. But it also attracted danger—and every year, the attacks grew bolder. Greedy men with scheming hearts crawled out of every shadow, drawn by dreams of wealth and power. Villagers had fought, bled, and died protecting their blessing, and Silas knew in his bones that it would only get worse.
What was treasure if it brought doom upon those who kept it?
Silas's eyes grew distant as he recalled the moment everything changed. When Stefan was caught by the memorial chamber guards, tied up and dragged before the village, a fire of fury swept through the crowd. The villagers wanted blood. They demanded punishment for the intruder who had dared approach their holy dragon. Some had already begun shouting for the fire pit, faces twisted with fury, speaking of cooking the trespasser alive to soothe the dragon's wrath.
But Silas saw something different.
There was a quiet refinement to Stefan, a subtle something in his bearing that spoke of breeding, education, and power held in check. The others who had tried to steal their treasure over the years—they were brutes. Thieves. Opportunists. But Stefan? He was different. So Silas stood against his own people, his voice old and weary but unmovable, urging patience while rage bubbled around him. Finally, he locked Stefan in a dark chamber beside the memorial hall, and waited.
And as Silas had hoped, someone came.
Quinton and Xavier arrived with their men—formidable, commanding, radiating a power that made even the fiercest villagers hesitate. Silas could see their force would have been enough to level Dragos to the ground if they wished. But they didn't. They chose negotiation over destruction. They chose to save their man without shedding innocent blood. And in that moment, Silas understood these were protectors worth trusting.
"My request may seem unreasonable," Silas said, his voice no longer laced with hostility. His face had softened into something desperate yet hopeful, the lines of his age carved by countless sleepless nights worrying over his people. "But it's the price you must pay for taking the dragon's saliva. If you agree, Dragos will not merely survive—it will thrive for a very long time."
Xavier stared at the old village head, his brows knitting in confusion. He had expected demands of gold, silver, or perhaps portions of the dragon's treasure. This... was oddly simple. A wave of sympathy washed over him as he heard the story of these people—an entire village held hostage by their own blessings, living in constant fear. "That's it?"
Silas nodded firmly. "If you agree, we'll need your thumbprints as confirmation. If not..." His voice hardened as the villagers around him bristled, weapons gripping tighter, bodies tensing like coiled springs. "...we'll risk our lives to fight you."
"There's no need for that." Xavier stepped forward, his tone casual but his offer solid. "This guy and I both have men. We can station them at the foot of the mountains or at the head of the village year-round, whatever you need. As long as you let Stefan go, protection is yours. Completely free of charge."
While Xavier brushed it off with ease, Quinton took a more serious and sincere stance. He looked directly at Silas, his voice carrying weight and promise. "I don't object either. I don't have many men, to be honest, but those I command are brave and loyal. When I give them an order, they follow it without question. They'll guard Dragos with their lives so long as I ask it of them."
Relief washed over Silas's ancient face, the tension in his shoulders dissolving. "That's wonderful."
But before the older man could fully savor the moment, Quinton added something else—a request born of family love. "However, my sister's condition requires the dragon's saliva. I hope you'll permit her to use some."
Silas looked at Quinton, reading the concern in his eyes, the genuine care for a beloved family member. The two men before him were willing to offer protection not out of greed but out of necessity. And they had asked rather than demanded. That showed honesty.
"If you truly protect Dragos with sincerity and dedication, you'll earn our eternal gratitude. We might live roughly, without the polish of the outside world, but we honor our debts." Silas spoke plainly, without pretense. "The dragon's saliva is indeed rare—we collect less than fifty milliliters each year. Yet we would never be so heartless as to hoard it while a savior's life hangs in the balance."
So the deal was struck—protectors for a village, treasure for a loved one. An ancient bargain weaving two very different worlds together.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
What a beautifully layered chapter! I loved watching Silas evolve from hostile village leader to vulnerable negotiator—his desperation felt real, and his backstory about the constant dangers facing Dragos added such poignant depth. The contrast between Xavier's laid-back acceptance and Quinton's sincere, brotherly concern was wonderful character work. Silas's honesty about the rarity of the dragon's saliva while still agreeing to share it with Quinton's sister showed exceptional moral fiber from these "rough but honest" villagers. I also appreciated how this chapter reframed everything—what seemed at first like mystical nonsense in earlier scenes has become a genuine cultural treasure with real consequences. Quinton's devotion to his sister continues to warm my heart, and Xavier's willingness to help with minimal fuss shows hidden depths beneath his casual exterior.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.7 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
Now that the bargain is sealed, I suspect the story will shift to the actual logistics—getting Quinton's sister access to the dragon's saliva while Xavier and Quinton organize their men for guard duty. But knowing this story, nothing ever goes smoothly. That greedy congregation from earlier chapters won't stay quiet for long, and I bet their next attack on Dragos will happen sooner than anyone expects—putting Xavier's protection promises to the test and forcing Quinton to balance his sister's urgent medical needs against his new oath to shield these villagers.
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