The red dragon just wants to do whatever it wants

Chapter 57
The words have come to this point, it is impossible for David to swallow it back, or twist the neck of the other party.

Immediately raised his neck, pretended to be 'you are not daydreaming' and said in a daze:
"Money? No, you still ask me for money?"

"." Lizlit's eyes widened in disbelief.

'What's wrong with me withdrawing money? '

She thought that she could be regarded as a "negotiation" to join the group, and strictly speaking, she was not a slave captured by the other party.

So isn't it normal for dragons to talk about remuneration for work?

If the other party forced her to admit this, she, Lizlit, would rather have a big explosion on the spot, and take the unreasonable dragon in front of her to Bator Hell to find the five-color dragon to judge later.

But before she had time to speak, David said solemnly:

"Come on, let's do the math first. I remember you said that you are 14 years old?"

"Ah..." Once the age was mentioned, the aspects that Lizlitt was once proud of immediately became a point of shame for her, and her voice became a little unconfident.

"So you're still 36 years into your teenage years, aren't you?" David pressed.

"Hmm..." Lizlit felt a little guilty for no reason when she was asked, and at the same time had an extremely bad premonition.

"Look, we calculate that a young dragon needs to eat 5-10% of its own body weight in food every day. When we hugged and chatted about dragon birth that day, I roughly calculated your weight. Well, 758 pounds (343 kilograms)?"

"." Liz Lite's eyes widened, how did you know, she was no different from the perverted eyes of the blue star beauty next door who stares at you and directly reports accurate measurements.

"That doesn't look bad, but considering that you are probably very hungry when you are eating and sleeping outside, I sent someone to prepare it for you at the rate of 80 pounds of dragon rations."

As he said that, David glanced at the Longliangpan whose licked reflections could almost look in a mirror and continued:
"But it seems that I still miscalculated your food intake, so I am going to provide you with 100 pounds of starting dragon food, and increase it by [-]% every month.

“按照我们1磅混合龙粮1枚德文塞尔铜币的成本来算，36年下来就是27795600磅龙粮，也就是277956枚金币。

"As for the expenses related to the dragon's nest where you stayed and the camp guards, guards, and taking care of your daily life, I will wipe it out for you, a total of 5000 pounds of gold.

"Well, you have paid the board and lodging expenses for these 36 years first, and then we'll talk about the remuneration. By the way, I'll figure it out if we haven't talked about the interest yet."

"Stop!!! Let me think, let me think." Lizlit felt like she was going crazy.

She just came here for the first day!

How could he owe such an astronomical debt to the hateful red dragon in front of him in the blink of an eye!
But she used her brain that was about to shut down to do some calculations, as if it really was so much money.

And according to the quality and delicious dragon food, it seems quite conscientious to charge one Devenser copper coin per pound? !

After all, based on what she heard from the elf prisoners of war, a pound of beef from the Old World in Devenser costs close to 1 silver coin a pound.

But here comes the problem!
Could it be that their giant dragons really spend so much money just for food?
Based on her memories when she was a young dragon, the sum of the treasures of her mother who was not crazy back then is estimated to be worth this much.

So. Most of the five-color dragon mothers drive out their children who have reached the young dragon stage. Is it also for this reason?

Purely because you can't afford it?

In such a short moment, the female red dragon who was directly and successfully brought into the ditch by David felt that her old three views had collapsed along with the mainland price system.

Little did they know that David's algorithm with word games and narrative tricks was purely improvised to fool her mindless.

The cost of raising giant dragons is extremely high, but it is definitely not so high, otherwise the elven kingdom in the New World that plays dragon cavalry should have gone bankrupt long ago.

David doesn't know how the elves control the cost.

But on his side, the meat by-products needed by the dragon food can be done by letting the young dragons cooperate with the elf prisoners of war near the camp on weekdays. If there is not enough in the future, the white dragon Murphy can go directly to the sea with a fishing net. All the fish are the freshest and high-quality protein and fat.

As for the staple food, he plans to directly import corn, wheat, barley and soybeans from the New World as vegetable protein supplements.

In the future, if the price of food is skyrocketing, if it doesn’t work, we can make do with whole fish, meat and dragon food, or transfer a group of druids among the elves, and wander around the forest looking for berries to rub some [Shen Mei] Surgery] deal with it inside.

Anyway, dragons are not cats, and plant protein can also be directly absorbed.

It can even absorb iron, zinc, copper, manganese, selenium, iodine and other trace elements directly from the soil ore, and avoid heavy metal poisoning caused by excessive consumption, which is a miracle among carbon-based organisms.

For this point, David didn't add soil to the dragon food like the gang of black-hearted cat food merchants in his previous life, which is already a discovery of his little conscience.

But according to this calculation, the dragon food in the entire camp seems not only to be self-sufficient, but also to be exported to other giant dragons in exchange for wealth in the future.
Then he still made money!

Thinking of this, David was in a good mood, ignoring the mother red dragon who was getting more and more collapsed behind her, and coming over with a pot of fresh dragon food in the distance, preparing to add a meal before going out to work, but unexpectedly heard The white dragon Mo Feile, whose brainstem was directly dry-burned at such a terrible cost of survival, spread his wings and left.

"Hey! No! I'm different from her. I, Mo Feile, are Bai Longbao brought back by the master!"

"Doesn't that mean that I don't need to spend any money on eating dragon food? Or that all I spend is the owner's money, hehe, hehehehe."

As long as the young man is here, in theory, he can earn back the amount of wealth of an adult dragon just from eating.

The clever Murphyle figured out the logic in a blink of an eye.

This is so special!

It's so cool to work for free!

Murphy is making a lot of money!

Mo Feile's nonsense to comfort himself was a word that awakened the dragon in the dream.

"Yeah. Wouldn't it be enough to find a way to get that evil dragon to pay the money?"

Then wouldn't she, Lizlit, also make a lot of money?

For some reason, the most explosive gossip in Scannes that year appeared in Lizlit's mind.

That was the rumor that the legendary red dragon, Pavla, the scarlet calamity, directly handed over a poor silver dragon to the tyrannosaurus dragon.

I don't know if she thought of some unsuitable scenes for young dragons, Lizlit's brain almost burned again, and she quickly shook her head to shake off this shameful thought:
"No, no! How could I compromise with this evil dragon so easily!"

"Cheer up, work hard, and strive to be an independent female red dragon like Lord Pavla, Lizlit!"

Just when the red dragon soared to the cloud to cool down his CPU, which was about to be overloaded.

In the entire camp, only the brass dragon tied up in a cage by Wu Huada was left.

"Whoa! Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

In order to prevent him from disturbing David, the red dragon who is the owner of the camp, according to David's will, except for eating, all the places where he can speak are tightly blocked, and even to prevent him from speaking ventriloquism, and bound him with iron chains the corset of an elven lady.

As a result, he gasped when he tried to speak.

Talk to fart again.

It is true that he is about to die.

But is this little difficulty so rare that he is a brass dragon?

He immediately used his thinking as a touch, and the dragon's inheritance as a diary.

Write down all the outrageous things you saw today, the black heart of the Dragon Food, and the shamelessness of the Red Dragon into a document called "Records of the Red Dragon Camp".

Thinking of the scene full of fame and fortune when I turned around and published this bard book that was destined to shock the entire dragon circle.

He felt that his trip was not in vain.

He is the brass dragon Vlatimir.

It's hard to make money!

(End of this chapter)