Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 214 Monster Girls Are the Most Popular
Rowling looked at the strange man in tights in front of her with some confusion. She could sense that the other party was a legendary wizard.

This made her even more confused.

Why would a legendary wizard look like this?

Ugly leather clothes, ugly hoods, like the clothes that the devils in hell would wear on their "pets", but without the chains and the stuff in their mouths...

Could it be that humans have developed some new custom?
Rowling hasn't been to the human world for hundreds of years. After all, with her identity, if she rashly appeared in any place outside the Underdark, it would cause a major conflict.

Based on her understanding of the human race, they would develop a new custom every few dozen or hundreds of years.

Many human traditions are actually not older than her.

While she was confused, she also realized that there might be something wrong with the location she chose for teleportation.

I vaguely remember Drogo saying he wanted to teleport to somewhere in the Twin Towers.

But because she was immersed in the fantasy of teaching the elves at the time, she didn't hear clearly where it was.

However, she didn't think it was a big problem. Since Drogo invited her to the Twin Towers, it meant that Drogo had already taken control of the Twin Towers.

It makes sense for an ancient dragon to take over a city.

So she just needed to teleport to some random place in the city, and Drogo's subordinates would naturally inform Drogo when they found her.

So according to the map, I chose the riverside as the teleportation point.

She liked rivers, or more precisely, rivers on the surface, which seemed much more beautiful than the turbulent undercurrents beneath the surface, and there wouldn't be ugly creatures like the bottom devil suddenly jumping out.

After arriving at the Twin Towers City, the first person to spot her was a strange man with flames on his head and wearing a fancy cloak. He just glanced at her and ran away screaming.

Rowling naturally assumed that the man had gone to inform Drogo.

However, the one who came was not Drogo, but a legendary wizard known as the Man in the High Tower.

And he was posing in weird postures.

Nor spoke.

What does this mean?

Oh, she understands!
After a brief thought, the "smart" spider elf came up with his own answer.

This is the welcoming ceremony!

One of the drawbacks of the Feilin Continent is that because of the existence of supernatural powers, those who can become leaders are usually not the ones with the best brains, but the ones who are the best fighters.

It is difficult for both to exist in the same individual at the same time.

In Rowling's understanding, since it was a welcoming ceremony, she should also be polite.

She then imitated Tower Man's "salute".

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Soran never expected that this spider elf would actually imitate his posture.

Provocation, absolutely provocation.

He is a legendary figure in Twin Towers City, how could he tolerate this?

He immediately deployed a protective formation to frame him and the spider elf together.

As the guardian of the Twin Towers City, although he is a little bit dizzy now, he still remains quite rational.

Avoid the aftermath of the battle from affecting other people in the city.

Moreover, this protective formation was composed of several opaque elemental walls that blocked the live broadcast camera.

This way, even if my performance is a little embarrassing, it will not be seen by the audience in front of the magic camera.

The image of an idol is still very important.

Soran’s plan now is to delay the situation until other high-level fighters in the city notice this and come to help.

According to his judgment, the damage he could do in a one-on-one fight against the spider elf was indeed insufficient, but the opponent should not be able to break through his protective spell.

A sure win.

By then, other people will come to help voluntarily, and it won't be like him, the Tower Man, who can't beat them and has to ask for help, so he can save face.

Sauron thought his tactical arrangement was perfect. Humans are creatures that should cooperate. Who would challenge you in a one-on-one fight?

However, what was beyond his expectations was that the reinforcements arrived so quickly.

As soon as the protective formation was set up, a red figure broke through the elemental wall and rushed in.

It was obvious that Drogo had arrived, judging from the fact that he treated his protective spell as nothing.

The red dragon landed.

Because it came too fast and did not slow down, it hit the ground with force, creating a deep hole and splashing up bricks and dust.

The reporter outside the protective array hurriedly reported: "Did you hear it? Just now, there was a loud noise from the protective array. There must be a fierce battle going on inside. Let us pray for the Tower Man and hope he can defeat the enemy.

"But don't panic, there won't be any serious danger, because we know that the Twin Towers City is under the protection of the famous legendary wizard Master Sauron, there will be absolutely no danger..."

When the dust cleared, Drogo floated out of the pit with his wings flapping. He observed the situation and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, they arrived before the fighting broke out and no major conflict occurred.

He asked Rowling to be a variety show mentor. What if she raped a pervert in a tights on the street before she even went on the show? How can she be a mentor?

Although this guy in tights is strange, he is still a human being after all. Being killed in public by spider elves in an important city can be used as a reason for humans and drow to go to war again.

Zhuoer's whitewashing plan failed before it even began, and the live broadcast of Magic Vision also deepened the stereotype of Zhuoer among people across the continent.

"Didn't I tell you to teleport to the suburbs first and wait for me to pick you up?" Drogo asked Rowling.

It turns out that they were talking about the suburbs.

Rowling knew she was in the wrong, but she couldn't admit her mistake directly. She was the queen of the largest drow city-state, so even if she was wrong, she had to pretend she was not wrong.

"I, Rowling, the Lord of Bly City, can visit any city on the continent without having to arrive from the suburbs."

"Oh, that's amazing. Why don't you visit the city center of the Holy City of the Church now? I'll be waiting for your good news. As long as you can come back safe and sound, I will work with you in the future, and the Drogo Group will be renamed the Rowling Group."

Drogo directly exposed Rowling's stubbornness.

Then he looked at the strange man in tights and felt that his figure looked vaguely familiar.

How can we get him to cooperate and describe this incident, which almost turned into a bloody conflict, as a "nice little accident"?

After all, the previous content was broadcast live, and hundreds of thousands of eyes were watching it.

"You," Drogo began to speak, and he smelled a familiar scent from the other person, most of which was familiar, and a small part was probably perfume. "Are you Sauron?"

"No!" Soran denied it immediately.

"Don't pretend, I can smell it. There is a protective array of this level. Add to that your size, and you're the only one among all the protective mages."

Drogo rubbed his nose, wondering why Sauron sprayed so much perfume.

He has always been very dissatisfied with the habit of the nobles here to spray perfume. It's not that they can spray it, but everyone sprays it too thickly, which is not very friendly to creatures with a sensitive sense of smell.

"Okay, I'm Sauron," Sauron had to admit it when he saw that he couldn't hide it anymore, "Don't spread this matter, otherwise, otherwise I will..." Sauron thought for a long time and found that he didn't seem to have any chips to give to Drogo.

"I just, please."

"Why do you want to……"

Drogo wanted to ask Sauron why he dressed like that, even though he had probably done something similar before.

But he was wearing the Fire Dragon costume secretly in the office to entertain himself, but he was accidentally discovered.

Or maybe Soran has been suppressed for too long, and when he puts on the mask on his head, he takes off the mask on his heart...

"Don't ask!" Sauron interrupted Drogo's question, feeling a little awkward. Although it was as eye-catching as the elephant in the room, as long as no one mentioned it, everyone could pretend it didn't exist.

"Can I ask what's going on right now?"

Rowling asked from the side.

She felt like she was in trouble, but the trouble was not too serious.

"Just think of him as coming to greet you."

"Oh, is that so?" Rowling nodded. It turned out that her guess was correct. She was indeed a good queen who understood etiquette.

"As for you," Drogo continued to say to Soran, "why don't you tell the reporters later that the drow are traveling peacemakers who want to break the stereotypes of other races about the drow? You came to the Twin Towers to participate in a variety show, but because you didn't understand the rules of human cities, a small misunderstanding occurred."

Drogo made up a half-truth.

"Is she here to participate in the show?" Soran asked in surprise.

There were a few drow in the city, which he could tolerate, but a legendary spider elf was too dangerous.

"Yes, Flynn is a good song, and a mentor," Drogo seemed to see Sauron's worry, "Don't worry, nothing will go wrong. She is indeed a peace-loving person, and logically speaking, my risk factor is much greater than hers."

Rowling is indeed more peace-loving. After becoming queen, she has been obsessed with music and has no intention of leading the drow to go to war everywhere. Regardless of her subjective intentions, she has in fact lifted the drow's war frenzy for quite a long time.

At the same time, it also caused the Drow city-state to become poorer and completely turned into a labor training base for the Drogo Group.

“Uh…” Soran thought about it and it seemed to be true. Anyway, there were already three ancient dragons in the city. He wouldn’t have to worry about too many debts, and he wouldn’t have to worry about too many legends.

"Anyway, it's your turn to face the reporters. Do you have any objections to what I just said?"

“Why did I go face the reporters?”

Sauron really dislikes reporters, whether they are from newspapers or Demon Vision. It used to be okay, but things changed after fake news with headlines started appearing in newspapers.

Reporters will set up all kinds of traps during interviews, so they must be very careful when answering questions, otherwise they don’t know what their casual answers will be misinterpreted and appear on the front page of the news the next day.

He couldn't be cold to the reporters, otherwise there would be an even bigger news carnival the next day.

"You are more eloquent than me, so why don't you just answer the reporters?" Soran said.

"I'm the boss of Magic TV. Everything I say will be questioned. And you, uh, what kind of hero are you?"

"Tower Man."

"Tower Man, you don't want your true identity to be known to everyone, right?"

Threat, naked threat.

But Sauron had no choice; he couldn't defeat him.

After a while, the protective array was released, and Drogo and Lorraine had already left, leaving him alone to face the crowd of reporters.

A few minutes ago there was only one reporter.

Whenever there is any big news, these guys will rush over like sharks smelling blood.

Dedicated and indeed dedicated...

Facing a pile of cameras and countless microphones, Soran said what Drogo had just arranged.

"Then may I ask how the hole on the ground was caused? Did you destroy it during the misunderstanding battle?"

A reporter asked a question.

This question stumped Sauron. Drogo didn't arrange an answer to this question, so did that mean he could express himself freely?
The mask on Soran's head really unlocked the shackles in his heart, and he felt more free.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat pretentiously, "Speaking of the battle caused by this misunderstanding, it was a fierce battle that was so intense that it was difficult to resolve. You see, this spider elf is nothing special. In fact, it is a legendary necromancer..."

"Oh!" The reporters exclaimed, Legend, that's big news.

"However, I, the messenger of justice who protects the Twin Towers City, am still better!"

"You just mentioned that you protect the Twin Towers City and have the ability to defeat legends. Does that mean you have the ability to challenge Master Sauron?"

another reporter asked, digging a big hole for the tower man in front of him.

Soran smiled and replied, "Not at all. My ability is not even one ten-thousandth of Master Soran's. He is my eternal idol and the greatest wizard on the continent. Even the legendary Drogo cannot break through his protective spell."

What, Drogo had just pierced through his elemental wall like a layer of paper.

The wall was built by the Tower Man, what does it have to do with Sauron?

"Oh, Master Soran, all the praises in the world are not enough to describe his greatness. I will always follow in his footsteps..."

While Sauron was bragging about himself in front of all the media in the city, Drogo took Rowling to the studio of Flynn's Good Song.

The staff on site were more curious than afraid of this new instructor with a strange appearance.

The Underdark is a common setting in legendary stories, and the spider elves are classic villains that everyone has heard of but never seen.

People who haven't experienced danger for a long time will lack basic understanding of danger, and some may even want to touch a spider's legs.

Rowling actually agreed.

She seemed to like the feeling that no one treated her as a dangerous creature.

"It feels a bit furry, so magical!" said the young employee excitedly after touching the spider's legs.

"Wow, eight legs, it looks like they were stepped on..." an assistant director murmured in a low voice in the distance.

However, Rowling's hearing was a little too good, and she glanced at the director with disdain.

"Oh, she looked at me like I was trash, I fell for her..."

Drogo scratched his head speechlessly. These employees were a little confused, but the good news was that they seemed to have a high acceptance of monster girls. These were ordinary people, which meant that the audience of the Magic Video Machine would also easily accept them.

In the joyful atmosphere, only Xiao De was terrified.

"I want to be a mentor together with the Queen. Is it an overstepping of authority to be a mentor together with the Queen? Will I die..."

Drogo took Rowling to the conference room and handed her a piece of music.

"Because you are not well-known in human society, you need to play a song to gain some fans."

Rowling looked at the music score in her hand. It was a very strange and long name.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence

(End of this chapter)