Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 228 Getting ready to leave
Drogo originally thought that this trip to hell would be a very dangerous journey, but unexpectedly it turned out to be quite easy.

It's quite a good deal to connect hell to the Internet, or to be more precise, a smooth Internet, in exchange for an almost endless supply of inferior demons.

However, these inferior demons cannot be sent to the continent of Felin for the time being, and Drogo has no place to put them.

Although the improved version of the inferior demon is smarter than the original one, it still does not have the ability to act independently and must be led by a species with better brains.

Moreover, after testing these days, there are not many jobs that I can be competent for. There are only pure physical work and simple identification work.

Therefore, it is not feasible to put the inferior demons into the deep mountains and forests to build independent factories for production.

There must be other races to form a complete production line.

Demons are not like orcs or drow, or those high-level demons that look more like humans. It is difficult to place them in human settlements, as they can easily cause panic.

This race has a really bad reputation. All their interactions with the main plane have been nothing but fighting each other.

Therefore, the best way is to find a small place, build a new city, and directly screen out individuals from other populations that can accept the devil and introduce them.

In the future, the church will take the lead in establishing formal diplomatic relations with the devil, and that city can be built into a mainland-style city where devils live together.

As a trade transit station, it also develops some tourism value.

Drogo thought his idea was a good one.

The biggest problem is that public security is difficult to maintain. Individuals who can accept the devil are most likely not good characters.

Or we can change our thinking and bring in refugees who are too poor to survive. There have always been many people fleeing famine, and the current productivity is far from reaching the level that can feed everyone.

These people have no choice but to accept living with the devil even if they don't want to.

reasonable.

Then gradually improve the public's view of the devil.

Drogo sorted out his little plan in a small notebook.

"咚咚-"

There was a knock on the room door.

"Please come in."

A devil that was a half-blood of a white dragon and a succubus pushed the door open and walked in.

It's not surprising that those white fool dragons would leave offspring with the succubus.

Reproductive isolation doesn't seem to exist in dragons and demons.

This half-blood was specially arranged by Asmodeus to serve Drogo.

The stuffy, greasy, bald Lord of Hell winked at Drogo when he said the word "serve".

I don’t know what kind of strange impression the dragons he had seen before left on him.

Drogo had done no harm.

It's not that he is a very serious person.

But in his opinion, what is the difference between that and a human going out to look for a sheep.

He is not the third brother!

Based on the same principle, Drogo also dislikes the white dragon.

Although the five-colored dragons are all equally famous, the other four colors all look down on the white fool.

He, Zhuo, the great red dragon, is actually as famous as a stupid creature like the white dragon!

The intelligence of the White Dragon is just barely at the level of a dragon beast. It can speak dragon language, but not fluently, so it usually keeps silent and pretends to be cool.

They also like to use their crappy freezing breath to turn captured animals into frozen meat and eat them raw.

No taste.

Out of prejudice against the white dragon, no, this cannot be considered prejudice, this is called an objective evaluation. When Drogo looked at this half-blood maid, he always felt that she had a silly look in her eyes.

"Dear Mr. Drogo, the lord invites you to attend the farewell dinner." said the silly maid.

"okay, got it."

"Do I need help changing your clothes?"

"Have you ever seen me get dressed? Stupid."

Drogo felt that it was her half-white dragon bloodline that held her back, even though the succubus was quite smart.

"Bow tie," the silly maid pointed a finger at the small bow tie on Drogo's neck, "I'm not stupid."

Two sparks flew from Drogo's nostrils.

What a tricky angle, it's impossible to refute it.

I had no choice but to say, "Okay, okay, no need, nothing, I'll go there myself later."

The maid obediently left the room.

Today is the last day of Drogo's journey into Hell.

In the past few days, in addition to testing the inferior demons, Drogo also conducted a simple magic survey in several major gathering areas of the Nine Hells.

I want to see if this place has the potential to develop into a consumer market for the Drogo Group after the passage between the main plane and Hell is opened again.

The answer is yes.

Except for the field of art and entertainment, the devil is still pretty good in other aspects.

Low-level devils can make excellent mercenaries. Contrary to most people's impression that devils are cunning and insidious, low-level devils actually don't have much in mind. Cunning is the characteristic of high-level devils. It just happens that the devils that have made a name for themselves in the main plane are all high-level.

Therefore, high-level devils can also become successful businessmen or actors.

The devil's magic is very effective in shaping terrain, and can become an architect, which is why a magnificent city like Hell Fortress can be built.

Even the demons are more advanced than the dwarves in applying low-level magic to weapons. Perhaps this is due to the long-term state of war that has forced them to do so.

As hellish as it sounds, wars are usually the peak of technological development, everywhere.

Intelligent creatures always show amazing creativity when it comes to finding ways to kill their opponents and finding ways to avoid being killed by their opponents.

What surprised Drogo the most was that the devil was quite good at farming.

Due to the severe lack of arable land, a considerable amount of alchemical technology was created for growing crops.

In general, devils are a race with great development prospects, which means that his idea of ​​a devil mixed city is quite reliable.

At the same time, hell is not completely desolate. The various exaggerated landforms are much more prominent than those on the mainland.

There are canyons a thousand meters deep, mountains ten thousand meters high, flat-topped mountains so flat that people doubt their vision, stone forests with bizarre shapes, and abundant hot springs.

The temperature ranges from 30 to boiling, with boiling being the most common.

Too bad it's all red.

Of course, in the eyes of the devil there are different shades of red, but it is useless as other races cannot tell the difference.

Drogo bought many places he thought had potential at super low prices, intending to develop them into scenic spots after fighting the devils and demons and officially establishing diplomatic relations with the main plane.

He sells a bottle of Coke in it for 20 copper coins!

Although Asmodeus was very happy to get the money, money was useless in hell. However, some merchant devils controlled the channels for trade with the main plane and could buy many scarce resources.

But he didn't quite understand what Drogo wanted from buying those rotten piles of rocks.

In addition to the scenic spots, hell also has a very important specialty.

mine.

When the passages to Hell were still accessible, minerals were the main goods sold to the main plane. Later, they became less and less, and Drogo even thought they had been mined out.

After exploration, it was found that only the commonly used minerals hundreds of years ago had been mined out, and the only things left were oil, natural gas, and rare earths, which were despised by both humans and ghosts and were not useful at all.

Rare earths were something Zhuo Ge had just looked up in the group's CNKI, so he couldn't be too sure. Currently, research on rare earth elements remains at the academic level, with no application attempts.

But Drogo believed that these mines would become valuable sooner or later.

Therefore, today's goal is to acquire those mines from Asmodeus at a low price.

It's definitely a top-notch bargain.

Drogo hummed a little tune and went to the farewell banquet arranged by the Lord of Hell.

If he wasn't going to steal the mine, he wouldn't have wanted to attend the banquet.

The devil's food is really disgusting.

He understood that the resources in hell were too scarce and there was nothing delicious to eat.

But what they took out was really unacceptable.

The food was so rough that it was difficult to swallow, and a large amount of arthropods served as a source of protein. The most exciting thing was that you could easily fish out a few eyeballs from the soup.

The devil's most devil-like part.

The soup reminded him of a movie he had seen before, in which there was a scene of fishing eyeballs out of soup. This scene once traumatized his childhood and left a deep impression on him.

In the banquet hall of the castle, almost all the important characters of Hell were present to bid farewell to the devil's sincere friend dragon.

Drogo gives a short speech, describing the red dragon and the devil as an unbreakable alliance.

This impassioned speech drew warm applause from a group of high-level devils.

Drogo knew that he was just talking, and the high-level demons knew that Drogo was just talking. Drogo also knew that the high-level demons knew that he was just talking.

But the scene was still full of joy.

A dragon lives in the world by his acting skills.

After the speeches, it was time to eat. Zhuogo walked around the room with a wine glass in his hand, looking like he had no appetite.

He really had a poor appetite.

This place doesn't have a good appetite.

The wine glass was mainly a decoration. I didn't dare drink a sip of the wine in it because I was not sure what it was.

He hardly ate anything these days, and relied on the thick fat.

There is another purpose for wandering around the place, which is to find Mammon.

All the lords of the Nine Hells are present today, and Mammon is no exception.

Drogo didn't think that it was Mammon from Hell who was targeting the magic optics.

I don’t have that ability, you know.

The demons back then might have been at this level, but with the war between gods and the sweep of the church, there are no more demons in hell that can be as strong as the first generation of lords.

Most likely it is an organization that appeared out of nowhere and borrowed the name of Mammon.

However, Drogo still wanted to find Lord Mammon to learn more, maybe he would know something about the organization with the same name as him.

The current Mammon is a completely human image, and high-level demons will more or less make themselves look a bit like humans.

However, the only person present, besides the Lord of Hell, was Mammon, whose appearance was completely human.

With golden curly hair, a thin body and fair skin, Drogo guessed that he should be a man, but his appearance looked very androgynous.

It's much more pleasing to the eye than Asmodeus's middle-aged greasy look.

"You must be Lord Mammon?" Drogo approached and spoke.

"Respected Mr. Drogo, I admire the Drogo Group you founded." Mammon responded politely.

As a devil that symbolizes greed, Mammon should be the one who loves money the most in all of Hell, which is exactly the same as Drogo.

At the same time, he also controls most of the channels for commercial exchanges with the main plane, and has a more specific understanding of the Drogo Group than other demons.

Drogo didn't intend to beat around the bush and asked directly, "There is an organization in the continent of Phelin right now that claims that Mammon can bring salvation. They showed a short film on my Magic Vision Station, causing many cities to fall into chaos. So far, the losses have been considerable."

“Oh, oh, oh!” Mammon immediately raised his hands. “This has nothing to do with me. I have only been the lord for a short time. Even if I want to take action, I don’t have the conditions to do so.”

Drogo has discovered that this Mammon is not a very powerful devil. He can be considered high-level, but he is just a floor-level demon among the high-level demons.

It seems that the selection of lords among the devils is not based purely on fighting. The devil, who symbolizes greed, may be selected based on who can make more money.

"Who could be the one with the name of Mammon on the continent of Felin? Do you have any idea?"

Every great devil has corresponding followers, and usually the names are not used indiscriminately.

"Maybe it was the previous Mammon. Who knows? He has been executed. Maybe there are still some believers following him on the mainland."

The curly-haired devil explained timidly: "If they were my followers, they would have converted to believe in the Magic Goddess by now. I am also a loyal follower of the Magic Goddess and praise magic."

Drogo looked at the current Mammon with some disdain, wondering if he had any backbone at all? He didn't even need to keep talking about joining the church.

However, this shameless look definitely shows that he is a good candidate for business.

"Executed?" Drogo asked about the circumstances of the previous Mammon's death.

"Yes, he was secretly executed by the Lord of Hell because he sold arms to the devil."

Reselling arms to the enemy, is this the legendary traitor?

But the secret execution...

Drogo intuitively felt that something was fishy here.

I definitely can't ask Asmodeus directly about this kind of thing. I have to wait until I establish my own power in Hell before investigating.

"Aha, Mr. Drogo, you are here." Asmodeus also came over with a wine glass.

"How does it feel? Does the food from Hell taste good?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or a compliment?"

"Okay, I kind of understand, but that's all there is to hell, maybe things will get better in the future."

"Do you know how to make a tiefling?" Drogo asked suddenly.

"Tiefling? It's not enough for a devil and a human to have one child. There are always some devils who can't control their lower body and create unlucky creatures who are not liked by both sides."

"Instead of giving birth, humans are transformed into Tieflings through a ritual. This is what happened on the continent."

"Have you changed your career to become a great detective now?" Asmodeus said jokingly.

“That conversion has trickled down to my clients.”

"Oh, okay, maybe there is such a spell. I need some time to investigate. You know, due to the continuous wars and several disasters that almost wiped out the race, many of the devil's technologies have been lost. Now our scientific research relies on archaeology."

According to what I saw on the Internet, Hell has also established a research institute, which is headed by the alchemist who made the remains into farmland. Its main job at present is to dig up the ruins and figure out the antiques and magic left behind in the ruins.

"Okay, I hope you can figure it out, thank you."

"You're welcome."

"You're such a great friend."

"No, I mean no need to say thank you, I need something more practical."

Drogo glanced at Asmodeus who had a sly smile on his face. He was indeed a devil.

"Don't look at me like that. You just swindled a lot of attractions out of me. I just figured out the value of those places yesterday."

Drogo spread out his paws, indicating that you should state the conditions.

"I want to improve the image of the devil in the eyes of other races."

(End of this chapter)