Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 151 Didi hits someone (4k)

"What can he, a child, understand about design?" Hakan said without thinking.

"But you haven't seen it yet," Karaman replied. "You never gave Ben a chance, did you? I think he might be a good toy maker. Let's see how he designs the game."

"Material for making toys. I've been making toys all my life, and in the end, it's still like this." Hakan shook his head.

"You haven't forgotten your dream of becoming an aristocrat." Karaman certainly knew what his brother had been thinking about all along.

"without……"

"Have you not understood after all these years? Having money or a so-called respectable job is no different from making toys in the eyes of the nobles. Whoever has the bigger fist is right. This has always been the rule. The game is simpler."

Karaman walked into the cabin and took out a stack of drafts, which contained a series of sketches with many settings next to them.

"The Legend of Feilin".

There was a grand-sounding name written on the draft.

The pictures all depict legendary figures in Felin's history. Due to the poor painting skills, if it weren't for the names of each person, it would be impossible to recognize who they are.

Looking at these graffiti-like images, Hakan suddenly laughed out loud.

He remembered that when he was a child, he would also draw a few characters and make up stories to tell other children.

Settings include character health and skills.

Obviously, a lot has been borrowed from Auto Chess and Yu-Gi-Oh, for example, there is also Satyr Crucible, the 4-cost dwarf hero in Auto Chess.

In the Legend of Felin, he can activate an effect every two rounds, giving up drawing cards in this round and equipping a designated equipment card.

Cards are also divided into different types, including action cards for basic offense and defense, skill cards for achieving special effects, and equipment cards, of which each character can usually equip three.

Types can also be used to determine skill effects.

It's a very interesting idea, just like moving those fighting games in the game console to the desktop.

Arkwright's Toy Store has previously introduced chess games with special rules, but none of them were as thorough as "The Legend of Flynn".

Basically, it is just a few minor changes to the traditional chess and card games, which did not produce any big response.

He shouldn't have kept forcing Ben to study for the graduate school goal. Since Ben wasn't destined to become a noble, it would be better to let him do what he liked.

He is not a good father.

Hakan began to work on a draft rulebook for the Fähring Wars.

It seems that the specific gameplay of this game has not yet been finalized.

There are two kinds of rules in the draft, each of which has been revised repeatedly.

The first is to select a player as the "Big Devil", who has more health, draws extra cards each round, and an additional skill.

The second type is a one-camp gameplay, but there is no final decision on how to divide the camps, and balance cannot be maintained when the number of players is odd.

Hakan stared at the rule book in a daze, his brain thinking rapidly. He wanted to perfect Ben's design as the first step to ease the relationship between father and son.

Faction, identity...

Why not hide your identity?

Assume that there is only one person whose identity is public, and whether this person survives or not determines the victory or defeat of this camp.

The identities of other people are hidden, so the public person needs to judge the identities of others, and other players have to find ways to prove or hide themselves...

works.

Hakan wrote quickly on the draft, wrote down the general idea, and asked Karaman.

"When does Ben usually come back?" He asked and then shook his head and said, "Where does Ben usually go in the North? I'll go find him."

"Now, I may go to the group's submission window. Drogo accepts any creative submissions on gameplay, and as long as they are approved, they will receive investment."

Karaman thought about it and answered.

"What do you want to do with him? Are you going to persuade him to continue working towards the research institute?"

"No," Hakan no longer had the aura of a patriarch who had the final say, "I want to help him make this card game."

Karaman nodded and said, "I know where the window is. Come with me."

"But why didn't Ben ask you to hand in the design directly? Wouldn't you be able to meet the big boss of the Drogo Group?"

Hakan asked casually on the way.

"I wanted to prove that I was a good player, not because of my uncle's help."

Karaman replied, "I think that's right, perks don't make the gameplay more popular, do they?"

At this moment, Ben was filling out a long form at the submission window.

"So when can I expect to get the results?" Ben asked, leaning against the window.

The height of the window and the stool were a little too high for him. He was at an age where he had not yet developed and was a head shorter than the girls in the class.

He also refused to process from the dwarf window.

"First of all, the review team to which you submitted your article will give you a reply within 5 working days," said the staff.

"Don't be discouraged if your submission is not approved by the review group. The failed works will be made public to all reviewers and may be selected by other groups within 5 working days."

"Is there a faster way?" Ben asked again.

"If you have the reviewer's contact information, you can submit your work directly to the reviewer. This is called internal submission. The contact information can be found on the official forum of Drogo Toys."

"Okay." Ben didn't dare to contact the reviewer directly, so he filled out the form honestly.

Then he recorded a gameplay demonstration in front of the camera.

When he left the place where he submitted his work, it was already late. Ben scratched his head, wondering if he could be selected, and if he could earn back the money his father had spent on him.

It was indeed he who lied first about sneaking to the North.

"Hey, that guy over there!" A call came from the corner.

Ben looked around and saw that there was no one else on the street. This was not a tourist attraction and no one would come unless he submitted a post.

"Are you calling me?" Ben pointed at himself.

"Who else could it be?" Two men, one thin and one strong, walked out from the shadows.

"Did you submit your article?" asked the thin man.

"What's wrong."

"Let me tell you this, there's no way your submission will be accepted. The reviewers are reserving spots for their own people, so how could they possibly look at just anyone's submission?"

The thin man said seriously.

"That's impossible." Ben was a little skeptical.

"Why not? Go ask around and see if anyone has made money from this. I'm helping you. I know a lot of reviewers. Give me your design and I'll submit it for you. It'll only cost you 1 silver coin."

"But the staff inside said that the reviewers' contact information is all in the forum." Ben's intuition told him that there was something wrong with the two people in front of him.

"Why don't you listen?" The thin man stretched out his hand to grab the small bag in Ben's arms, which contained the only sample of Feilin's War Chronicles.

Ben spent several days drawing it himself on cardboard.

Ben naturally tried to resist, but the boy was too weak.

The package was about to be snatched away.

"This friend." A hand suddenly came over.

"Who are you friends with?" the thin man said impatiently, "Why don't you ask who I am?"

"Father!" Ben cried out in surprise.

It was Hakan who came.

"It's too much to steal a child's things. How about this, 3 silver coins and make a friend?" Hakan said.

He was used to seeing people who were after money, so he gave them money to avoid trouble and tried his best to avoid conflict.

"Oh my, 3 silver coins, who are you looking down on?"

"5 silver coins."

"I like what this kid made. I took it from him because I respect him. How could a kid like him make this? Money should be earned by those who can earn it."

The thin man looked very arrogant. "Do you know who my master is? He is the legitimate Viscount of the North. Do you want to cause trouble for the Viscount?"

Hakan looked back at his nervous son, and then at the two arrogant bandits.

He actually always hated the nobility, but for many years he had been longing for a title.

They even impose this false dream on their offspring.

What a failed life.

“Run,” Hakan mouthed to Ben.

Then he approached the thin man with a smile on his face.

"Look at what you said. How dare I delay the Viscount's business?"

"You know what's going on..."

Before the thin man could finish his words, he felt an impact on his chin, followed by a dizziness, and lost control of his limbs and fell heavily to the ground.

After several seconds of hesitation, he raised his upper body from the ground.

Seeing that the little brat had already run away, the man who suddenly intervened assumed a boxing stance.

"You dare to hit me? Why are you standing there? Hit him." The thin man said to the strong man next to him.

Hakan flexed his wrists. He had learned boxing for more than a year when he was young, but he was not very skilled and was not sure he could defeat an opponent with such a big weight difference.

He wanted to buy Ben some time.

But what he didn't expect was that the burly man in front of him moved his wrists and punched twice, and the speed of his movements was inconsistent with his body size.

Tidal wave of action?

Is this a professional warrior?
Hakan was disappointed. He originally thought that he was just an ordinary street thug who was bluffing people by holding the banner of Viscount. He didn't expect that he was not an ordinary person.

In a day with the temperature exceeding twenty degrees below zero, several drops of cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

What should we do now?
Ask Karaman to find the security team. Did they find them? Can they arrive in time?

Although he didn't have a good impression of the security team, after all, the Twin Towers City Guard was the private army of the City-State Parliament.

In front of the nobles, they are a group of good subordinates, and in front of the common people, they are almost legal bandits.

But this group of legal bandits at least follow the rules when making money than the street thugs in front of us.

I'm afraid this group of people won't give people a good ending even if they get the money.

"Security team!" Hakan shouted, pointing behind the burly man.

The sturdy man turned around suddenly. He really couldn't afford to offend the security team of Winter City.

"You are stupid!" cursed the thin man who finally stood up.

Hakan seized the opportunity and repeated his old trick, delivering a powerful punch to the sturdy man's chin.

However, the sturdy man just shook, grabbed Hakan's neck with his backhand and lifted him up.

"It's really the security team." Hakan used the old tactics again.

"I didn't find the security team!" Karaman said breathlessly as he ran over from a distance.

This immediately brought Hakan's hopes to the bottom.

"Haha, you're so old, and you're still playing this game." The thin man sneered.

“But I called Didi to beat him up.”

"Ah?" The two robbers didn't quite understand what this Didi was.

"He's just bluffing." The thin man encouraged the strong man to take action quickly.

The sturdy man raised his fist, which was bigger than Hakan's head, behind his head, gathering enough strength and ready to smash it down.

But he was stopped by a huge force.

The powerful force caused his body to tilt, and his other hand loosened. Hakan fell to the ground, coughing continuously.

"Who told Didi to beat someone up?" A muffled voice came from behind the burly man, "Professional thug Orc Battle Axe is at your service."

Hakan looked at the orc, whose tall figure almost blocked out the sunlight. The strong man looked like a stunted child compared to the orc.

"I, I! It was me who asked Didi to beat someone up." Karaman ran over waving his hands.

"Oh, it's Mr. Karaman. I really like the gyroscope you made. I just want to ask, when can you design real blades for the gyroscope accessories? The current gyroscope combat is not exciting enough." Tomahawk said.

Karaman turned a blind eye. What kind of gyroscope battle was this group of orcs fighting? Wasn’t it enough to put blades in the yo-yo?
"Why don't we deal with the matter at hand first."

"These two are easy to deal with. Watch me stuff his head into that guy's ass!" Tomahawk said in a relaxed tone, not taking these two guys seriously at all.

When they are bored, they wrestle with bulls, of course, several bulls at a time.

"You can't mess around!" The thin man realized something was wrong and immediately said, "We are the Viscount's men!"

Hearing what he said, Tomahawk was stunned for a moment and took out a small notebook from the animal skin bag he carried with him.

"Are you scared? You should have been scared a long time ago." The thin man said proudly.

Tomahawk slowly flipped through the book, read a page several times, scratched his head, and then handed the book to Hakan, "What is this word?"

Hakan glanced at the word Tomahawk was pointing at, "Craig."

"Craig, what do you mean?"

“It’s a surname.”

"Oh, I see," Tomahawk read aloud, "Does your Viscount belong to the Craig family?"

"Ah? It doesn't belong. What does it matter?" The thin man didn't understand.

"Give Master Craig some face, their family members are embarrassed to hit too hard." Tomahawk replied.

“Are you from the church?”

"The Viscount loves the Goddess of Magic."

"That is to say, no." Hakan explained aside, fearing that the orc might not understand.

"That's good. The church's backers are stronger than mine, so it's not easy to take action." Battle Axe put away the notebook.

He slapped the burly man in the face with his backhand.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound.

The strong man was so happy to have learned ballet quickly that he did several turns on the ground and then fell to the ground.

Battle Axe then walked towards the thin man with trembling legs and said that the orcs were a race of trustworthiness and would deal with people as they were told.

He lifted the thin man's head with one hand and the strong man with the other.

He took aim seriously.

It happened so quickly that the battle axe was thrust out with the left hand and then with the right hand.

Mortise and tenon!

Hakan looked at this shocking scene with a complicated expression.

I have lived for almost fifty years before I discovered that the human body has such potential.

The dust has settled.

"Why did you get involved with these two guys?" Tomahawk asked casually.

"They're trying to steal the card game I designed," Ben replied.

"What card game? Is it fun?"

“Uh…” Ben didn’t know how to answer this question, as few people have played it so far.

"It's a very interesting way to play," Hakan said at this time.

Karaman also nodded.

"Why don't you come with me to see the boss?" Tomahawk said, "I want to recommend your game. If you are selected, there will be a bonus."

(End of this chapter)