Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 246 The Attacking Boy

Peter lay in bed, refreshing his phone with a blank look in his eyes.

On my phone is the comment section of Moying Bar about "The Intouchables". The score has risen to 5.8 in one day and is about to pass 6.

I heard that the preview has ended and many more screenings have been added.

Obviously this film is getting better and better and reaching the height it deserves.

But what about yourself?
How high will he reach?
Peter was a little confused.

He just checked some information about Waterdeep on the forum, and it seemed very unreliable.

According to the Drogo Group, they want to build it into the most important port and industrial city in the north.

But someone posted photos of Waterdeep's current state. It can't even be called a city, it's a village at best.

Peter couldn't imagine how it would become a big city.

However, if it can really be built, there will definitely be more opportunities there than in Twin Towers City. As one of the earliest builders of the city, maybe I can become a famous person or something.

The builder of Waterdeep. The master mechanic. The inventor from the north. The generous tycoon. Peter.

It’s amazing just to think about it.

Maybe then, I can stand confidently with Grace.

He is not as shameless as Parker.

After Parker separated from them outside the cinema during the day, he asked him on the phone who Grace was, as she didn't look like the daughter of an ordinary family.

After learning that she was the city lord's daughter, Parker seemed to be stimulated and bombarded him frantically in the chat box.

"Why, why, can a screwdriver like you get close to the city lord's daughter?"

"Where am I missing?"

"No, it's not me who's wrong, it's the world!"

In order to comfort Parker, Peter told him about his current situation.

He felt that he was not worthy of Grace and that this relationship might not have a good ending.

Then Parker changed his story.

"Do you care if there's a happy ending?"

"The city lord's daughter!"

“Every penny you can get is a penny you can earn.”

"Marry me into your family! Even if it's just as a pet!"

"I gave you a chance but you didn't use it!"

"If you give me this opportunity, why would I go to Waterdeep? Dignity is worth nothing."

"Don't even mention the sixteen-year-old. I'm willing to take the sixty-year-old..."

Probably that's it.

Peter began to wonder if his friend, who had grown up with him, was hiding a super pervert under his ordinary appearance.

"time to eat."

I heard my mother's voice from outside the room.

"Coming."

There were only his parents and him in the living room. There was no special place for dining in their house, so they ate in the living room.

My brother is a miner and only comes home once in a long time.

My younger sister attends a boarding school and has pretty good grades. She is the hope of the whole family.

Peter helped his sister with many school craft assignments. Once, he made a magic musket model and won the school's Outstanding Work Award.

He liked studying weapons like muskets, and felt that they narrowed the distance between ordinary people and extraordinary professionals, so he spent his spare time studying muskets.

When some people are worried, they will eat a lot to relieve stress, while others can't eat.

Peter belongs to the latter.

At the dinner table, his mother first noticed Peter's abnormality.

"What's wrong? Are you worried?"

"Ah, what? No, I'm fine." Peter had not yet told his parents that he wanted to go to Waterdeep to try his luck.

"What are you saying? I've seen you put an empty spoon into your mouth several times."

"Haha, really? Maybe I didn't sleep well last night, so I'm a little tired."

The father took one look at his obviously abnormal son and immediately saw something was wrong.

"Broken heart?" asked the father calmly.

"What do you mean by broken heart, Dad?"

"That little girl named Grace, can't your mother and I see that?"

The little spark of ambiguity among adolescent children cannot be hidden from their parents' eyes.

Too obvious.

And both parents went through adolescence.

"I," Peter hesitated for a while, but finally admitted, "It's Grace. It's not a broken heart, it's not that I haven't started a relationship yet."

"That's low self-esteem, finding yourself unworthy."

Anyone with eyesight can see the gap in status between Peter and Grace.

Marrying someone of equal social status may sound utilitarian, but it is actually a summary of experience. It is difficult for an unequal combination of social status to maintain a living after the impulse has worn off.

After all, there is only that period when you are high on hormones, and the rest is all about getting used to each other.

"It's nothing. You'll be fine after two days. Then go back to your normal routine. I broke up with my first love the same way."

Before my father finished speaking, my mother suddenly said, "What do you mean you broke up with your first love? Wasn't I your first love?"

Dad looked a little flustered, "No, I just said it casually. The focus now is on my son's matter."

"I see you are still thinking about it, otherwise how could you say it so casually." Mom kept pursuing.

At the critical moment, it was Peter who saved his father.

He mustered up the courage to say, "I want to work in Waterdeep."

As soon as these words were spoken, the dinner table immediately became quiet.

"The child was shocked and is talking nonsense?"

"No, I've thought about it seriously. I've made an agreement with Parker that in Twin Towers, I'll end up being an ordinary mechanic. But in the newly built Waterdeep, I have more possibilities. I want to take a gamble." Peter said seriously.

"Where is Waterdeep?" Mom had never heard of a big city with that name on the mainland.

"North, near the northern border."

"Isn't this ridiculous? Our family has worked hard to come here from the north and settle down in the big city." Mom couldn't accept Peter's decision.

In her opinion, her son was dumped by a girl and couldn't accept it for a while.

Learn the craft well in Shuangta City, take over your father's job in the future, and live a stable life. Why go to the poor place in the north?

"I'm still young, I have to give it a try."

"You are still young, you should listen to your mother. If I were your mother, would I harm you?"

"That's enough," the father stopped the excited mother, "It's a good thing for the child to have his own goals. I support him."

"How come you..."

"Now my family can give me eighty silver coins. If you can't make it, just come back. You won't have to eat any more."

Peter looked at his father's serious expression and nodded.

The next day, afternoon.

Parker brought Peter to the job fair.

Looking at the red cluster in front of them, the two young men were a little unsure whether they should go in.

"Is this really a Waterdeep job fair?" Peter asked nervously.

"Yes, the notice mentioned this Waterdeep City Construction and Tiefling Recruitment Fair."

"Can you please tell me the full name next time?" Peter clearly remembered that when Parker spoke yesterday, he did not mention the "tiefling" thing.

"Now that we're here," Parker said the universal excuse, swallowed his saliva, and walked towards the square. "Besides, what's wrong with an event supported by your father-in-law?"

"Why is it my father-in-law?"

Peter retorted hastily, and followed him into the square.

Under the gaze of the guide who asked, "What's wrong with you two?", the two of them filled out the registration form.

"Please line up here."

Because the two of them filled in mechanics and architecture respectively in the expertise column, they were taken to different teams.

Peter was at the end of the line, looking forward, and all he could see were pointy horns.

It seemed that he was the only human in the group.

The shadow on the floor tiles was getting longer and longer, and there were fewer and fewer applicants left in front, and soon there was only one left.

Peter poked his head and looked through the gap into the interview tent, wanting to understand what the process was so that he could prepare in advance.

In the tent, the interviewer, Old Mike, was browsing the registration form in his hand.

Behind him was an orc warrior who looked tough, and across the table was the interviewer who was rubbing his hands.

"Your specialties written on your form are making small tools and stealing?" asked Old Mike.

"Yes," the interviewer said with some pride, "to be precise, I make small tools for stealing. I am the number one pickpocket in the Panjiao Gang. My highest record is that I stole from 146 people in one day."

Old Mike was "standing in awe".

This is quite an expertise.

“How many times have you been arrested?”

“I never miss.”

Old Mike looked at the polygraph rune in the desk drawer and got the answer.

"Ask again, how many times have you been arrested?"

"Well, maybe four or five times."

"Ok?"

"Maybe I remembered it wrong, maybe seven or eight times at most."

"We don't welcome tieflings who are full of lies." Old Mike was about to call the next interviewee.

"Oh, come on, wait, maybe it's because I got caught a few too many times."

“But it hasn’t been corrected yet.”

"I intend to correct that now."

"Then sign a pledge not to steal again." Old Mike took out a scroll. Drogo had already prepared countermeasures for these habitual criminals who said one thing and did another.

"No, no, no, I can correct myself without a contract. You have to trust me."

"Next person."

Peter heard this and went into the tent.

The previous interviewee was still chattering, "You discriminate against tieflings, but it's clearly written in the notice that there is no discrimination..."

"Wait," the orc warrior suddenly said, "Take out your cell phone."

"What cell phone, I don't know what you are talking about?"

"Hand over Mr. Mike's phone, or I'll come get it."

"Okay, okay, I just saw his phone fall to the ground and helped pick it up. I was kind-hearted. You are insulting me too much. You should give me a job. You will regret it."

The thief threatened Old Mike viciously before leaving.

But the effect was minimal. Faced with the threat, Old Mike yawned boredly and responded.

"I hope you enjoy using the sewing machine."

The thief didn't understand what he meant and left in disdain.

"Is the tracking skill activated?" Old Mike asked the orc.

The orc nodded.

I have seen quite a few tieflings like this today who are bent on evil and do not appreciate the opportunity to live a normal life.

For those stubborn people who refuse to change despite repeated admonitions, the treatment will naturally not be so gentle.

Old Mike scratched his forehead and looked at the next interviewee.

"Little Peter?"

When his name was called, Peter was stunned at first, then he felt that the tiefling interviewer in front of him looked a little familiar.

"Uncle Mike?"

Peter recognized Mike, his father's former colleague, who had come to their house for dinner.

"Why did you come for the interview?"

"This job fair shouldn't only recruit tieflings, right?"

“People do want it.”

"That's good," Peter breathed a sigh of relief. "I want to be a better mechanic than my father. Waterdeep should be a good place to gain experience."

Old Mike looked at the polygraph rune and found that he was not lying.

He knew Peter's craft. Although he was only an apprentice, his skills were not bad. He just lacked experience, which would be of great use in Waterdeep.

"Do your parents agree?"

“They agree.”

"I can give you a job, but I have to say that Waterdeep will be very hard, full of difficulties, and even dangerous."

Old Mike spoke with increased emphasis and made frantic hints. As an interviewer, he still knew some inside information.

Waterdeep will most likely have to deal with demons in the future, so it mainly uses tieflings, as these two populations can mix better together.

But for humans, not to mention the risks, the question is whether they can accept it.

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of difficulties, believe me, Uncle Mike."

Okay, silly kid didn’t understand.

Old Mike added: "By then we might have to work with races that are not so easy to get along with." This is the limit. He can only hint at this point. If he makes it clearer, the confidentiality agreement will be triggered.

"I don't discriminate against tieflings." Peter thought Uncle Mike was referring to tieflings.

"alright."

Old Mike stamped Peter's registration form and handed him a contract.

"Sign it and report back with it in a week."

"Thank you, Uncle Mike."

Peter left the tent happily.

Meet Parker outside the square.

"How about it?"

"I got the contract, too." Parker showed the contract scroll in his hand.

"Hey, when you were interviewing, did the interviewer tell you that it would be very hard, or even dangerous?"

Peter then realized that there was something wrong with what Uncle Mike said just now.

"Ah? No, the guy who interviewed me heard that I came from a family that was engaged in civil engineering. He didn't ask anything and was more anxious to sign the contract than I was. It seemed as if he was afraid that I would run away."

"That's it."

"Okay, I'm going home now. This is my last week of freedom before I go back to the construction site. Enjoy it. See you in a week."

Parker turned and left, saying as he walked away: "We don't have a girlfriend from the city lord's family, we can only go to the Dewaren District to help the girls in need."

Leaving Peter alone.

He didn't know whether he should tell Grace that he was leaving the Twin Towers City.

Will Grace be angry when she hears this?

Angry that he made his own decision.

He had already disappointed Grace.

But if I hide even this matter, she might be completely disappointed in myself.

After hesitating for a long time, Peter picked up the phone.

He didn't dare tell Grace in person, and now he always felt uncontrollably timid when facing her.

"I'm going to Waterdeep to be a mechanic."

After entering, click Send.

The moment he sent the message, his heart beat faster. He didn't know how Grace would respond.

A minute later, no response.

"Ugh--"

Peter sighed, not sure if it was out of disappointment or relief, or both.

He was ready to withdraw the message.

It’s better to leave quietly.

Just as his finger was about to touch the withdrawal button, messages from Grace popped up one after another.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you joking?"

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Peter, are you going to hide from me?"

"Am I so unimportant in your heart?"

"say something!"

Seeing the message from Grace scrolling on his phone, Peter didn't know how to reply.

After thinking for a while, I decided to apologize first, so I started typing.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” there was a sudden smacking sound behind me, “I don’t think she needs an apology from you.”

Peter immediately turned around and saw a red dragon.

The dragon was eating melon seeds while looking at his cell phone.

"Mr. Drogo?" Peter was quite surprised.

"it's me."

Drogo was here to inspect the first day of recruiting.

Because there was a human among the bunch of tieflings, he was very eye-catching. Out of curiosity, he came over to observe secretly.

"Are you the one who seduced the city lord's daughter?"

"No, I didn't 'hook' Grace."

Peter didn't know why Mr. Drogo used such a strange verb, maybe it was a dragon custom.

As for 'arching' Grace, she only appeared in his beautiful dreams.

When he had that kind of dream, he would have to wash his underwear in a messy manner when he woke up in the morning, and at the same time he was filled with guilt, feeling that he had tarnished their pure feelings.

"A metaphor. Don't you understand? How come you don't have any sense of humor at all?"

Zhuogo now looks like an old lady gossiping on the street, except that the way she cracks melon seeds is very tricky.

Because the teeth are too sharp, I can't complete the cracking action, so I can only use my claws to pinch it open.

Throw the melon seed shells into the treasure chest monster and go back to deal with them together.

Take good care of hygiene, Red Dragon.

"Are you a scumbag?"

"What scumbag?"

"I mean you're playing with Grace's feelings?"

"How is that possible!" Peter didn't understand why Mr. Drogo looked at him like that.

"Not taking the initiative, not saying no, it looks like you're just playing with your feelings."

"I didn't!" Peter denied loudly, "I just feel unworthy."

"Then why are you going to Waterdeep?"

"I want to be a master mechanic."

"Why become a master?"

"Be worthy of her."

"Tell her about this!" Drogo kicked Peter with his leg.

It's useless.

If he used more force, Peter would have no chance to speak.

"Okay." Peter started to type.

"Go to her house and talk to her in person!" Drogo kicked Peter again.

I hate that iron cannot become steel.

"Why are you so timid at such a young age? If you go to her house now, I will take you to the mine to dig."

"Now?"

"Right now!"

Under pressure from the dragon, Peter rode his bicycle straight to the city lord's mansion.

"I've got someone keeping an eye on you!"

Drogo's voice came from afar.

When I first started following the anime, I hated the endless conflicts between the male and female protagonists, with misunderstandings, accidents and so on.

A second male and female lead would pop up every now and then and start speculating in stocks.

My stomach hurts after watching too much.

Now there is a youth "stomachache" plot in front of us, and Drogo has decided to force the progress, and it is our responsibility.

It was already night when Peter rode all the way to the city lord's mansion.

Standing far outside the gate, he suddenly realized a problem: what reason should he use to go in.

Why don't you just leave?

No, Drogo's threat is still ringing in my ears.

He didn't want to be caught mining.

He made up his mind and decided to take a risk that he had never taken before.

He wanted to climb over the wall and enter the City Lord's Mansion.

Find a suitable position, jump up, grab the wall with both hands, push and rub your legs, and climb up with difficulty.

I had planned to do a cool muscle-up, but my skills were limited and I couldn't get up there, so I had to choose a method that wasn't very good-looking. Fortunately, no one was watching.

At the same time, not far away, the guards of the City Lord's Mansion were reporting using sound transmission notes.

"Butler, butler, the code-named brat climbed over the wall and came in. I repeat, the code-named brat climbed over the wall and came in."

"Pretend it doesn't exist." A reply came from the rune.

"There is a problem. The brat probably didn't know where the lady's room was. He ran in the wrong direction."

"..."

The other end of the rune was silent.

The housekeeper felt exhausted, as the master had issued an order that the brat was not allowed to be around.

The lady's order was that if the bad boy came, let him in.

The lady's order was that if the brat didn't come, get him.

The ticket type is two to one.

For the butler, the best case scenario would be that the brat takes the initiative to meet the lady in an unconventional way.

"Scare him and scare him towards the lady's room." He gave instructions to the rune.

A few minutes later, Peter hid under a wall in panic.

The beam of light emitted by the illumination technique not far away was getting closer and closer.

Peter's heart rose into his throat.

Just when it was about to be discovered, the light beam stopped.

The guard shouted, "Miss, don't you see any suspicious people?"

"No." Grace's voice came from the second floor.

The beam then moved away.

The second floor is Grace's room?

Peter congratulated himself on his good luck.

She cleared her throat, her voice trembling a little, but she still summoned up the courage to shout, "Grace, Grace."

Grace must have heard it, but she was still angry and deliberately closed the window.

Peter continued, “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you about my decision to go to Waterdeep before. It’s because I’m too self-conscious and sensitive, and I always feel that I’m not worthy of standing with you.

"So, that's why I want to go to Waterdeep. I want to become a master mechanic there. I want to invent the greatest musket. I want to be more powerful than the city lord. Then, I want to be with you, with you..."

At the end of his speech, Peter's voice suddenly weakened.

"What do you want from me?"

The window of the room on the second floor suddenly opened, and Grace leaned out with a smile on her face, looked at Peter and asked.

Being interrupted like this, Peter's courage, which he had finally mustered, disappeared for the most part, and he couldn't say anything.

"Tell me, you were quite brave just now, weren't you?" Grace leaned on the windowsill and said, "Coward, I won't forgive you if you don't tell me."

"I want to," Peter clenched his fists, his palms were already full of sweat, "to be with you."

After saying that, he suddenly felt deflated.

However, Grace was obviously not satisfied and deliberately teased her, "What did you say? Your voice was too soft, I didn't hear you. Say it again."

……

"What? Say it again!"

In the master bedroom, the city lord couldn't believe what he heard. His face was grim and he was shaking like a sieve.

"And let him say it again?"

He really wanted to stop it, but his hand was held by his wife, so he dared not act rashly.

"It's good," the lady said in a light tone, "Isn't it lovely?"

"You still think it's cute? The City Lord's Mansion was invaded by someone like that!"

He knew that it must be his wife who did something wrong, but he didn't dare to point the finger at her.

"This is a family shame! This matter cannot be known to anyone!"

At this time, more than ten kilometers away, at Drogo's house.

He didn't send anyone to follow him, but he sent a camera.

The surveillance camera is broadcasting the images from the City Lord’s Mansion in real time.

"Are you a pervert?" Fulin said with disdain. "You're a grown man, but you secretly took photos of two kids dating in the middle of the night?"

"Just tell me whether you want to watch it or not."

"Make room."

Fulin also sat in front of the monitor.

If you don’t see it, you won’t see it.

While satisfying his desire for gossip, Drogo made note of what Peter had said about the "greatest musket."

We plan to wait for him to arrive in Waterdeep and arrange for someone to observe him. If he has talent, we can provide some support. Who knows, he might really be able to do something great.

　Dear family members, because of the incident that the update was stuck and caused the loss of the leave application, we will not update at the same time in the future, and it will be upgraded from 12 o'clock to 11 o'clock (〃'▽'〃)
　　
　
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