Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

"Is this a custom of your dragon race?" Asmodeus asked with a hint of confusion, "Showing your belly, I guess, is a way of expressing friendliness?"

To be honest, if the creatures in front of him didn't have wings, he would have thought they were hellhounds that wanted to be touched.

Wait, dragons don’t like to be touched too, do they?
"Ahem, uh..." Fulin didn't know what to say for a moment.

Some brave tourists even stretched out their curious hands towards the adult green dragon in front of them.

Scales are actually sensitive, just like a turtle's shell can feel touch, because vibrations can be transmitted through the stratum corneum to the connected skin.

So yes, dragons kind of like to be petted.

It's a wonderful little coincidence in nature that many creatures like to be tickled, and humans happen to have a pair of hands that are perfect for tickling, and humans also like it very much.

When the tourist's hand touched the back of the green dragon's neck, it did not react excessively. Instead, it nodded its head cooperatively.

"Wow, this is so cool!" the tourist who successfully touched the green dragon shouted in disbelief.

The most cunning and rebellious green dragon in the legend was touched just like that!

As soon as these words were spoken, all the tourists who had not dared to reach out their hands, all wanted to experience the feeling of touching the dragon.

A joyful scene.

Drogo slowly fell in mid-air. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he seemed to see the scales of the dragons were coated with starch and shiny.

Take back your previous judgment that you didn't want to give face.

Pretty good.

It goes without saying that the news of a friendly group of dragons appearing in Waterdeep would make headlines.

Who can resist getting up close and personal with a rarely seen dragon?

Drogo could already guess that these dragons were probably here to seek refuge.

The dragon clan has also banded together during the more dangerous periods in history.

But is it dangerous now?

Although there is a possibility of war breaking out, the war between those countries should have little to do with dragons.

It is not popular to catch dragons as mounts now. This has happened in the past, but it turns out that using dragons as mounts is not a good choice.

Dragons have relatively high IQs, and they won't charge forward in battle.

Being afraid of fighting is actually a sign of a good brain.

Drogo landed and waited until the people had finished interacting with the dragon before he said, "Dear friends, do you like my surprise for you?"

"I like it." The tourists responded loudly.

Although Drogo was very worried just now, it was a pleasant surprise after he determined that there was no danger.

"But happy times are always short-lived. Say goodbye to your new friends."

Then he turned to the adult dragons who were struggling to make a living and performing and said in Dragon Language: "Follow me."

I can't go to the dinner, and my current priority is to find out what these dragons are here for.

Drogo flew out of the city with the group of people, young and old, and told Flynn their destination so that she could teleport there.

A few minutes later, in an open space in the suburbs.

The entire bulk dragon group landed.

Only then did Drogo see clearly that the dragons in front of him were of various colors and sizes. After a quick glance, he saw that all five-colored dragons should be present. There were also several kinds of metallic dragons, and several half-bloods. It was almost impossible for them to be from the same family.

It is true that different species of dragons form families with each other, but it is a very rare thing among dragons.

After all, it is quite common for dragons of different colors to despise each other.

As for the group of "Puzzled Dragons" in front of us, they have one very strange thing in common, that is, they are all a little thin compared to their age.

And this is not an isolated case, it is a collective weakness.

what's the situation.

Have dragons become malnourished?

This is too tragic.

"Why are you intruding into my territory?" Drogo asked first.

The leader of the dragon group seems to be the green dragon that is most enthusiastic in interacting with tourists.

His ferocious dragon face showed the most flattering expression Drogo had ever seen on a dragon.

His expression was even more flattering than when Doudou applied to read the comics that had not yet been released.

No need to think about it, he definitely has something to ask for.

It may still not be easy.

"Ahem, um, great Drogo."

"You don't have to call me that. It sounds weird. Just call me Mr. Drogo, or Drogo."

From the perspective of age, he was several generations older than this group of dragons, but Drogo did not like this overly polite way of addressing them.

Having "great" in front of your name sounds uncomfortable, as if pimples are crawling on your body.

"Yes, of course, Mr. Drogo, we beg you to accept us homeless dragons." The green dragons stated their request somewhat nervously.

The two front paws were entangled together, making a crackling sound.

It was obvious that they were taking great risks to come to Drogo.

It is very rare for a non-relative to request to join the territory.

"Um……"

Although Drogo had guessed what they wanted, he was still a little surprised to hear it said directly.

"Let's not talk about those baby dragons. Children are indeed worthy of care, but why do you sub-adults and adults want to join my territory?"

He really couldn't think of a reason. Logically speaking, dragons were very eager to have their own territory.

Could it be that the dragon race has spread across such a large world that there is not enough territory to go around?

Hearing Drogo's question, the green dragon couldn't help but smile bitterly, "It's really hard for us to survive in the wild."

"Ah?" This answer was beyond Drogo's expectation. "Dragon, are you in such a bad situation now?"

"It's not just us. In fact, most dragons are not living well right now. I know there are already several groups of stray dragons, and the survival rate of their young dragons is not good. There were originally 20 young dragons in our group."

Drogo counted and now there were only single digits left.

This is an extremely low survival rate for a young dragon under the protection of an adult dragon.

Normally, most dragons spend a safe childhood, and their mortality rate only soars when they reach sub-adulthood.

That is, he was at the most ignorant age. Because he could not judge strength and had an overly belligerent personality, he died at the hands of various big guys he met unexpectedly.

"When did this start happening?" Fulin asked in surprise. She knew nothing about it.

"In the past two years," the green dragon continued, "because of those smoking machines of humans, the territory we could occupy was originally decreasing. But it was still good at that time. Although it was a bit difficult, we could still find suitable territory. But everything changed more than two years ago."

"More than two years ago?"

"Yes, there was a period of time more than two years ago, maybe only a few months, the average level of mages of other races has been greatly improved. It is said that someone invented a system for guessing inscriptions. Since then, the number of inscriptions they have mastered has increased several times, so the level of mages has become so powerful." The green dragon looked quite aggrieved.

It's understandable. After finally growing up to adulthood, he thought he was at least a high-end fighter on the mainland, but when he went out, he was slapped in the face and found that anyone could bully him. The gap was really too big.

As for why the mage became more powerful.

Frynn glanced at Drogo.

Drogo's eyes dodged wildly, not daring to look at Flynn or the dragon in front of him.

Is it a great discovery of the inscription? He knows it very well, it was Xiao Mo who made it.

As Xiao Mo's boss, he can say responsibly that the number of inscriptions he has mastered has increased by more than several times, and has increased by dozens of times. And the green dragon is still telling his tragic story, "You know, dragons are full of spellcasting materials, and are the most desirable targets for adventurers. We had to learn to hide and survive, but a year later, something even more terrible happened."

"What is it?" Drogo asked, trying to pretend that it had nothing to do with him.

"Those adventurers suddenly had a strange weapon in their hands. It was small and held in the hand. With a single press, it could fire powerful spells at a great distance. The user was not even a wizard. Can you imagine? A non-magician could use such a spell. Could it be that other races have also become like dragons and can inherit magic?"

"I can't imagine it, I can't imagine it..."

Although he said this, if Drogo had sweat glands, he would be sweating profusely.

The hind legs dug hard into the ground, making a deep hole.

It's getting bad.

He seems to have become the dragon with the highest KD against dragons in history.

Even though that wasn't his intention.

What these unfortunate young men had seen were only magic guns. The heavy weapons and firearms department was already researching them.

Bigger caliber, bigger explosion.

This route is recognized by all researchers at the Institute of Firearms. They believe that explosions are the direction of art and run wildly like a wild donkey that has broken free from its reins.

Especially the goblin engineers.

The Big Bang is simply jumping around on their aesthetic point of view.

"Fortunately, we adult dragons can still barely withstand the damage from those magical weapons, so we can only stick together."

If it were half a year later, I wouldn’t be able to bear it.

Drogo thought.

"But this is not a solution. Sooner or later, we dragons will have trouble surviving. So, we can only ask Mr. Drogo to accept us."

Drogo and Flynn looked at each other.

Open spell private chat.

"You have to accept them. It's all your fault." Fulin said firmly.

"What do you mean it's my fault? Technology will always progress. I'm just a part of it. Without me, someone would have figured out something similar sooner or later. And it wasn't me who figured it out in the first place. It was Peter who did it."

When Drogo explained frantically and quickly, it proved that he felt a little guilty and was trying hard to shirk responsibility.

As for his sense of belonging to the dragon clan, it is not very strong, but they are of the same kind after all.

Thinking that Drogo was unwilling to accept them, the green dragon began to play the victim, "We are easy to feed. We can do anything you ask us to do. You know, dragons can eat almost anything..."

The more you talk, the more pitiful it becomes.

"Good good..."

Before Drogo could finish his words, the dragons before him bowed their heads.

"Thank you for your kindness, great Drogo."

"There's no need to thank you for the favor."

What Drogo was thinking about now was what would happen if they found out in the future that the inscriptions and the magic guns were related to him.

I hope my mentality won’t explode.

Save your dragon from the claws that are the cause of your suffering!
What an evil villain plot.

Drogo, save your kind from dire straits!

As for why the situation is so dire?
Do not ask!

"I allow you to live in my territory, but Waterdeep doesn't keep idle dragons. You can't eat and drink for free. You need to contribute your own value."

"We can be your loyal warriors!" After saying this, the green dragon felt a little embarrassed, "Although, maybe, you don't really need warriors."

"I really don't need it, but my value doesn't necessarily have to be reflected in battle. It's late today, so I'll designate an area for you to rest. The orcs will bring you enough food later. Is there anything you want to eat?"

This was obviously beyond their expectations. "Can we choose?" several sub-adult dragons asked excitedly.

"Of course, I can still provide some food for free."

Then they all started shouting what they wanted to eat, sheep, calves...

Anyway, I haven’t eaten it before, so it doesn’t look like anything good.

After Drogo left, the dragons began to discuss cautiously.

"Drogo, it seems, is not as scary as the legend says."

"Yes, it is a really kind red dragon."

“How kind…”

At the same time, the "kind" red dragon Drogo returned to the lord's mansion.

Thinking about what kind of work to assign to these dragons.

The fact that the dragons are covered in spellcasting materials will sooner or later become a major hidden danger.

The only way to completely resolve this contradiction is to develop alternatives and classify dragons as "protected animals."

However, not all the spellcasting materials on the dragon's body cannot be used.

Feces, fallen scales, and replaced teeth can all be sold.

Just consider this as the first accommodation fee for this group of dragons.

As for dragon blood, bones and so on, it sounds too miserable to sell them, so let's talk about it later.

We cannot let them live by selling metabolites; it is better to let them participate in labor.

Dragons are also intelligent creatures and will sooner or later integrate into a fully modernized society.

As technology continues to develop, it will definitely be unrealistic to stay in the wild and survive by fighting and killing.

Perhaps if we can find a job suitable for dragons, Waterdeep can accommodate more dragons.

In the future, in addition to the devils, there will be more dragon features here.

However, the premise of all this is that dragons maintain peace with other races.

Conflicts must be prohibited.

Judging from today's interaction, they are doing quite well.

There aren't so many races that are born cruel. Just be hit twice by life.

Thinking of this, "Elsa!"

When the boss works overtime, the assistant will of course work overtime as well.

"what!"

"Tomorrow you will collect information about a new batch of dragons, including their specialties and abilities, as detailed as possible."

"What's new?"

"Dragons, dragons - my kind, creatures with horns, wings, tails and no Common Language."

"Wait, let me understand. The group of dragons on the trending search are going to stay in the city."

"Yes, and there will probably be more dragons coming here in the future, so we need to find suitable jobs for them so that they can become qualified workers."

"Dragon, a qualified worker, you can see everything as long as you are alive." Elsa complained.

"Trust them. Even if they don't know anything, they can still be a mascot."

Drogo felt that the interaction between humans and dragons was quite good tonight.

So, the next day, the first Dragon Talent Recruitment Fair of Deep Water City started in the suburbs. (End of this chapter)