Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 164 How to Kidnap a Child in Front of the Parents
It was not surprising for the elves to have heard the rumor that Elsa was kidnapped. Ever since Drogo showed up, various rumors about Drogo's group had been emerging one after another.

A group whose boss is a red dragon and whose employees are mostly species of bad reputation, suddenly appears, expands rapidly, and comes up with all kinds of new things.

It is simply the conspiracy theorists’ favorite “mysterious organization”.

Elsa's origin was guessed correctly by accident.

But it's only half true. It's not like Drogo didn't pay. Can giving money be called robbery?
There were even more wrong guesses, for example, the rumor that Small Drogo was actually the descendant of Scourge Drogo, a hybrid of a red dragon and a succubus, and that his subordinates were bewitched.

And the Drogo Group is part of a hidden family that secretly controls the world's economy and politics, and Drogo is just the tip of the iceberg.

That family is now planning a grand conspiracy to subvert the world...

These are very suitable for chatting after dinner.

The sense of déjà vu is very strong, just like the feeling of a middle-aged man getting drunk and starting to point fingers at others.

The first move is usually, "You are still young and don't understand. The world is not as simple as you think. As someone who has experienced it, I have to give you a few words of advice..."

It feels something like this.

"First, let's confirm one thing." Drogo was surprised that someone would come to his house and ask to be kidnapped. "How old are you?"

“Ah, 82,” Kailan replied timidly.

"Very good, Elsa is not even 28, and you call her sister." What a unique elf's view of time.

"But I'm not an adult yet, and she is." Kailan said uncertainly.

Elves generally begin to look like adults around the age of 60, but do not reach full maturity until the age of 100.

So Kailan is really an underage elf.

Drogo really didn't expect that there was such an idea of ​​comparing ages.

Compare current age to theoretical life expectancy.

It seems to have some practical significance for cross-species communication between long-lived species and short-lived species.

"Since you are a minor, signing a labor contract requires the consent of your guardian." Drogo took out the contract he had prepared long ago.

"They agreed!" Kailan said panicked.

"I see. That means I disagree." Drogo could tell at a glance that Kailan was lying.

If you can convince your parents to do so right from the start, it would be best to do so right away. Otherwise, if they take the child away secretly, it would be even more troublesome when they come to find you later.

It doesn't mean to settle it in the physical sense. He is here to recruit, not to make enemies.

"Don't dragons love to snatch princesses away the most?" Kailan looked like she was about to cry.

"First of all, dragons would essentially snatch princesses for ransom and then send them back. Secondly, you're a man," Drogo replied.

Although Kailan's face is indeed difficult to tell her gender, her Adam's apple is very obvious.

A scheming little boy-girl, huh?

"I'll go talk to your parents." Drogo said, pushing Cailan aside with his claws and walking into the house.

The decoration of the elves' houses emphasizes simplicity, or minimalism.

Don't keep any non-essential furniture.

The whole house is filled with cold and asexual tones. It looks nice at first glance, but it is extremely uncomfortable to live in.

There are several rows of oil paintings hanging on the walls of the room. Judging from the signatures, they should have been painted by one of Kailan's parents.

The drawings are all complex geometric shapes, giving them a hand-crafted CAD feel.

But I can't understand what is being drawn. It seems like it is just stacking complex shapes.

As for art, it’s okay if you don’t understand it. How can you show your uniqueness if you can easily understand it?

It seemed to be the spirit of Kailan's mother walking down from upstairs.

Because of their slow aging process, the mother and son look like elves of the same age.

"Is it the harpsichord teacher?" said Kailan's mother.

The moment he saw Drogo, his expression immediately fell.

"Are you the Drogo who wanted to kidnap my Kailan?" Kailan's mother said in a bad tone.

"To put him to work, to be exact," Drogo replied.

"What future is there in working in such a smoky and chaotic place? It would be a waste of life if you don't improve your skills in the Silver City." Kailan's mother said.

"I'm so young, I should go to the mainland to make a living." Kailan retorted.

Not many elves like to go out on adventures, unless there is a mission assigned by the elders, so it is very rare to see elves in adventure teams, and there are even fewer than half-elves.

"You are young now, but what will you do when you are old? There is no stable job in the city-state. Practicing piano well and becoming a musician in the Silver Orchestra is not as respectable as composing music. Listen to the songs you wrote, they are a mess and not harmonious at all."

Kailan’s mother is still exporting.

As a conservative elf, she obviously doesn't like the jazz style, with its lots of improvisation, fancy rhythms, and prominent timbre.

Very different from the traditional style.

I wonder how furious she would be when she heard the song sung by the Zhuoer Band. "Maybe you just came of age, and the boss of the Zhuoge Group has died of old age."

Drogo was unhappy when he heard this. He originally thought it was just a family soap opera, why did he get involved?

With a longer lifespan, who are the dragons afraid of?

Cailan pulled Drogo's wings unwillingly, indicating that it was his turn to exert his strength. Didn't he want to talk to his parents?

"Are these paintings the madam's work?" Drogo asked without any context.

Zhuogo's rich experience in forum confrontations has made him realize that it is impossible to convince the other party under the premise of a preset position, and it will only develop into a quarrel between the two sides.

So it’s better to treat it as a deal and exchange Kailan for enough benefits.

For elves, spending money is definitely vulgar. The key is to cater to their interests, such as their obsession with art.

"Of course, it's my work." Although she was angry, when asked about her work, Kailan's mother still answered proudly.

"Are these shapes exploring scenes that do not exist in nature?" Drogo asked.

"Hmm?" Kailan's mother felt like she had found a confidant. It turned out that Long could guess her thoughts just by looking at her painting.

“Yes, ever since the advent of the camera, I have been exploring patterns that do not exist in nature to prove that the art of painting is superior to the soulless photography,” she explains.

Of course, Drogo was not a close friend of Cailan's mother, and he had already done a thorough investigation of her background in the sacred tree.

Now Drogo understood her better than she knew herself.

"Then, does this kind of graphic better suit your artistic pursuits?"

Drogo said as he activated the illusion mimicry, revealing a three-dimensional triangle.

Kailan's mother took one look and couldn't look away.

This is such a wonderful triangle, composed of three cubes. The connections between the cuboids look like both included angles and right angles.

This is a shape that would never exist in nature.

Why is this happening?

Is it an illusion? But even if it is an illusion, it is a real picture, right?

Looking at her wide-open eyes, Drogo could basically conclude that she had entered a state of oblivion.

As an artist, it’s normal to be a little crazy.

"This is the Penrose triangle," said Drogo.

"Penrose is?"

"A mathematician."

If Penrose is not enough, there is Escher. Drogo has seen a lot of this.

But he decided to use a real killer weapon.

Drogo launches a game in development.

A graphic with a gray background appears in the illusion mimicry, and the minimalist color scheme makes the elf's favorability max out.

It looked like a cubic box, but when Drogo used his claws to turn the turntable, one corner of the box rotated ninety degrees, forming a broken line plane.

More complex impossible shapes.

Mother Kailan felt that the door to a new world was opening up to her, and behind the door lay her ultimate artistic pursuit.

Just as she reached out to touch the illusion, Drogo suddenly shut it off.

"What is this?" Kailan's mother asked with her voice trembling with excitement.

"Monument Valley, a game."

"game?"

“There’s a lot of art design like this, but it’s still a work in progress,” Drogo said.

"How much does this game cost? Don't dragons like gold coins the most?"

"Vulgar." Drogo shook his paw.

Kailan's mother understood immediately.

"Kelan, take it with you."

"Mom?" Kailan was excited but a little uncomfortable. Why was her status not as good as a few graphics?

However, Drogo still refused to give in, and the offensive and defensive situations became different.

"I hope you can collect statistics on the opinions of the elves in the city on games and social circles. You need to lead some elves to try them out and then give a report on their experience..."

Drogo made a long list of demands.

Since you are here, you might as well do some market research.

(End of this chapter)