Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 104: Drogo's Arrival (55)

The light of the teleportation array dispersed.

In the center of the castle hall, a red dragon only half the height of a human appeared.

Although the enemy was completely different from what he had imagined, the gunman did not slack off at all.

Vision can be deceiving, and what is inconsistent with the appearance that is close to that of a sub-dragon or a young dragon is the pressure that is almost condensed into a solid entity.

I just don’t know what the so-called network cable is. Is it some kind of tracking weapon?

The two bone demons next to them were so panicked that they were unable to move.

The perception of these bone demons is too low, and they are completely unable to resist the terrifying majesty.

Even the gunman himself felt his heart rate soar, his breathing quickened, and he was shaking uncontrollably.

Therefore, the red dragon was at least an adult, and most likely taller.

Can't beat it.

The gunman made a quick judgment.

But since he underwent transformation, had a brand on his chest and became a death soldier, he had no room for failure in his mission.

Either succeed or die, or succeed and die, there is no other choice.

If you die in a successful mission, at least your family will receive compensation.

The only feasible solution at the moment seems to be to snipe Figosin before this strange dragon kills him.

With a clear goal in mind, he immediately came up with a plan.

The whole body transformation enables him to control his limbs and continue to perform actions within a short period of time after being beheaded.

So all we have to do is make the dragon mistakenly think that it has killed itself, and then fire the final shot.

Only one shot.

The gunman fired at Drogo without hesitation, then quickly turned the gun and aimed at Figosin.

As expected, the bullets fired at the red dragon only created a few sparks on the dragon's scales.

He was unable to fire the second shot either, as the dragon appeared before him as if teleporting, severing the gun and the head.

Figosin tried his best to cut off the neck but couldn't, and couldn't even get his swinging dragon claws blocked in the slightest.

The gunman looked in Figosin's direction, pulled out his spare pistol with his still intact hand, and fired the only bullet.

Drogo suddenly blocked the bullet's path.

He stretched out his claws and grabbed the bullet.

There were several looks of disbelief from all around. It felt so good. So this is what it felt like to pretend to be the Fire Cloud Evil God.

The gunman's head hit the ground hard.

everything is over.

Drogo yawned. The strength was a bit low. He should have known not to do it himself. The strongest drow under his command could handle this matter.

But there are still some gains from coming here, such as on-site inspection of suitable places for building factories.

Design a tourism promotion plan and try to get some money from the princess. The courses in the achievement system cannot be taken in vain, and tuition fees are required.

Moreover, I have to ask her to reimburse the magic stones consumed in opening the teleportation array.

In order to make the price he made up sound more credible, Drogo symbolically took out a pen and paper.

"Come on, the man on the ground, let's calculate the cost of this rescue."

There is no Red Dragon that provides free rescue in the world. The Bald Eagle's ambulance costs thousands of dollars for one trip.

"Pfft-"

Figgin couldn't help laughing.

Zhuo Ge was confused. Is this kid crazy? Is there anyone who can laugh when hearing about bills?
How come she can find someone to reimburse her?

Figesin didn't really feel like laughing.

But she recognized Drogo. As soon as she saw him, the image of him wearing a fancy red construct, standing on the desk, and shouting "Seal the Demons" became lingering in her mind.

Especially since you can also see the "Construct Warrior" comic in the North, it's even harder to hold back after knowing what Drogo was wearing at the time.

Perhaps because she had survived a catastrophe, after laughing, she felt extremely exhausted, and Figgin could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep. She had a strange dream.

In the dream, the North was no longer the famous barren land, but instead became a region known for peace, stability and prosperity.

As a key figure in bringing about earth-shaking changes in the North.

She, Queen Figesin, was invited to give a speech at the most important festival of the year.

When she walked onto the podium, tens of thousands of people cheered her name.

This time there were no sudden bullets to throw the joyous celebration into chaos.

She walked to the loudspeaker, cleared her throat, and spoke in a dignified yet friendly voice.

"Fire Dragon Armor, combined!"

"I don't want to merge!" Figxin woke up suddenly and jumped up from the bed.

It was horrible. If she really shouted that at a large celebration, she would be better off being shot to death.

"You're awake. Are you feeling okay?" Gerda was watching over her.

"I feel okay, okay."

"What kind of nightmare did you have? I heard you yelling about armor fusion or something."

"No armor! No fusion!" Now Figxin was stressed when he heard these two words.

"If you feel alright, Drogo said to come to him anytime for something important."

"Okay, I'll go see him later."

After Figesin regained some consciousness, he went to the reception room.

There were two large blackboards inside, each of which contained information about the installment repayment plan for the North's debts.

and the Northern Tourism and Culture Joint Development Plan.

Drogo was waiting for her.

Before Figosin had time to pay attention to the tourism and culture, his attention was completely shocked by the frightening number behind the debt.

One, two, three... six digits, a full six digits, and the unit is gold coins. When did I owe Drogo Group so much money?

"Excuse me, are you sure about this number?"

"That's very reasonable," Drogo replied decisively, "First, the magic stones we consume through the teleportation array, calculated at the market price, cost at least 20,000 gold coins each time.

"Secondly, according to a senior drow killer, the price for killing a low-level high-level professional starts at 10,000. Three were killed this time, so the Bone Demons are counted as one person."

"But that's not as much as six digits, right?" Figesin was quite skilled in simple calculations.

"The most important part is that for your personal safety, we will send Doudou's clone to ensure your safety. The contract has been signed. It's for a period of one year. The salary for this part is six figures in gold coins."

Of course, this is only for external use. Internally, Doudou's clone is free, and the original character is paid a monthly salary of one fan comic.

"Ah? When was it signed?" Figesin knew nothing about it.

"Signed when you completed the Platinum Trophy."

"Ah?" Figxin had no recollection of this incident. Was he strangled and lost his memory?
"Please refer to the Achievement System User Agreement, page 146, line 22. Completing all achievements will be deemed as signing the contract. Trusting Long's memory, we guarantee that although Doudou's clone cannot fight, it can definitely take you away."

"What about this part of the debt?"

"Don't worry, we have also prepared an acceptable repayment plan for you."

Drogo unfolds a map of the outskirts of Winterfell.

"The land ownership of these locations can offset 60% of the outstanding debt."

That is the planned location for the factory.

Figosin had no objection. What a thoughtful dragon! He could have just snatched it away, but he still went to so much trouble to make up an excuse.

“As for the remaining 40%, it will come from a cultural and tourism development plan tailored for the North that makes money first and pays it back later.”

Drogo pointed to a promotional picture on another blackboard. It was a city made entirely of ice and snow, amazing and dreamy.

"As well as the promotional magic that goes with this ice and snow theme park, Ms. Gerda's participation is required."

"Me?" Gerda blinked in confusion when she was suddenly mentioned.

(End of this chapter)