Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Early in the morning, in an open space outside Waterdeep.

The dragons sat in a row and answered Elsa's questions. This was the first time she had seen so many dragons.

However, Lady Elsa was not nervous. After all, she was the one who remained calm when facing the ancient dragon Drogo.

Humph, how could these mere dragons possibly scare her.

"Doudou, you go ahead." Aisha said calmly.

She used her position advantage to get autographed photo albums of many beautiful COSER ladies and bribed Doudou to be her temporary bodyguard, no, translator.

Damn Drogo, he didn't think this through at all.

If there are places where the Dragon Language Translation Technique cannot provide adequate translation, we will need Doudou, a foreign aid who is proficient in both languages.

But I didn’t expect Doudou actually likes COSER, and as the leader of the kids, he was so shy that he couldn’t speak in front of them, let alone ask for an autograph.

What's even beyond Elsa's understanding is that she always thought that those who dressed themselves up as virtual characters did so out of hobby, but it turns out that many of them make a living from this.

You can get paid for attending events, have a fixed fan base, and be able to sell all kinds of peripherals, mainly photos, as well as offline autograph sessions and the like.

Half-elves have become the top in this industry due to their outstanding appearance.

They are better looking than most ethnic groups and more hardworking than pure elves.

It’s too difficult to get the elves to go to comic conventions all day long.

These are considered legitimate incomes, but of course there are also some illegitimate ones.

Who would have thought that wearing virtual character clothes would become a good way for a certain industry to raise prices...

Arriving at the destination, Elsa finally saw the fleeing dragons.

They looked really miserable. Although they were tall, they were all very skinny. It was probably because they hadn't had a full meal for several months. The food the orcs sent last night was completely gone. If you didn't know, you would think they were not given any food.

Most of the colorful dragons have scars on their bodies, which looks creepy. But Drogo doesn't have many scars on his body, which is amazing.

If you get closer, you can smell a not-so-pleasant odor.

It's a fishy smell with a hint of muttoniness, mixed with the peculiar stench of large animals.

It's understandable that a dragon who wants to escape has no time to care about hygiene.

Before assigning them work, they all had to be washed and cleaned.

Doudou and Yilong were in the lead. If he hadn't had a lollipop in his mouth, a comic book in his hand, and a dragon girl character printed on his clothes, he would have looked like a leader.

Although Doudou doesn't have a very good reputation among the ancient dragons, he is an ancient dragon after all. As soon as he appeared on the scene, the group of young dragons lowered their heads to show their respect.

He said nothing, just sat there, flipping through comics, and nodded at Elsa, meaning it was her turn.

Elsa took a deep breath and took out a simple table and chair, paper and pen, and a translator from the treasure chest.

"Ahem, hello everyone, nice to meet you. I'm Aisha, Drogo's assistant. Do any of you know the common language?"

The dragons looked confused.

Elsa couldn't help but sigh. What era is this? There are still people who don't know the common language. Aren't they a group of semi-illiterate people?

Start the translator, convert what you just said into Dragon language and play it out.

"I am here this time to compile your personal information, including age, specialties, everything you know, previous jobs, etc., as requested by Mr. Drogo."

At this point, the green dragon stretched out his neck, looking as if he wanted to say something.

"If you have any questions you want to ask, raise your hands, raise your paws, uh, front paws."

The green dragon raised its claws obediently.

"Just ask."

"What is a specialty?"

"It's you..."

Before Elsa could explain, the green dragon asked again: "Also, what is work?"

"..."

Aisha was silent and took back her previous comment that this was helping semi-illiterate people. This was actually helping completely illiterate people who knew nothing about today's society.

"Specialties are the things you do most often and are most skilled at. As for work, if you want to stay in the city, that is, to live in Drogo's territory, you have to work in exchange for gold coins, which you can use to buy food or save. It's up to you. I think you like saving gold coins."

Aisha gave them a general explanation in the simplest language.

I don’t know if I understand or not.

"Let's start with you," Aisha pointed at the green dragon, "name, race, age."

"My name is Mirkusor, the Green Dragon. I should be about 160 or 170 years old. I can't remember exactly."

A dragon about one hundred sixty or seventy years old, a young adult.

"Can you read? Even Dragon language is fine."

Although Dragon Language is not used in Waterdeep, it makes a big difference whether or not one knows the characters in Dragon Language. If one knows it and wants to teach them something new, one can directly provide the text and let them learn it themselves.

If you don't know it, it will be very difficult. You can only find someone with a translator to teach you step by step, which is very laborious.

"I know some, but not many. However, I can write my own name!" His tone revealed pride.

Hearing him being so proud, Elsa knew that there must not be many dragons among these dragons who could write their own names.

What's their education level? Are they an intelligent race? They are just relying on their racial talents.

In fact, theoretically speaking, dragons do not need to be literate. Generally, when they are about a hundred years old, they can activate the textual heritage written in their memories.

Unfortunately, time waits for no one, and this way of inheritance is too slow for the current social pace.

"What kind of magic is that?"

The green dragon names several poison spells.

As soon as I heard it, I knew that he had not learned it seriously. It was just the old things that the green dragon brought with it since birth.

"Specialty?"

"I'm good at communication. Whenever the dragon group needed to communicate with other dragons, I was responsible for it."

"Oh?" Elsa finally heard something useful, "That is to say, you are connected with other dragon groups."

"No, but I know the locations of many dragons."

Aisha wrote this down.

"Any more?"

"I have been responsible for taking care of the young dragons in the tribe and even helped them hatch eggs."

It turned out to be a male mother.

After recording the information truthfully, Aisha thought about it and decided that he should be able to continue taking care of the child.

These little dragons need a dragon to take care of them.

"Okay, next one."

The next one was a blue dragon. Even when facing Doudou, he still didn't lower his head completely.

"Name, race, age."

"I am the noble blue dragon, the desert tyrant, Frekle the Unsightly, 88 years old!"

Elsa was completely stunned. What the hell? An 88-year-old blue dragon that isn't even an adult yet, why is it so inflated?

She turned her head and asked Doudou, "What is this?"

Doudou didn't even raise his head. "Small problem, the blue one is always like this, just ignore it."

"What's the origin of your title of Desert Tyrant?"

"I was supposed to be the tyrant of the desert!"

I see, it’s a title I gave myself.

"What happens if I look directly at you?"

It's not hard to tell that the Blue Dragon had never expected Elsa to be so direct, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

"I allow you to look upon my noble face, free from the wrath of the tyrant!"

Elsa really didn't expect that this blue dragon was so agile.

"Specialty?"

"I can do anything!"

"Why don't you challenge Drogo to a duel? If you win, this territory will be yours."

Facing the Chuunibyou Blue Dragon, Elsa showed no mercy.

The Tyrant’s expression twitched visibly, “I, I…”

The green dragon, who considered himself good at socializing, quickly tried to smooth things over. "He was mainly responsible for ambush hunting in our place. He had no ill intentions, absolutely no ill intentions."

Hunting, Elsa scratched her head, it was completely useless.

But my brain isn't working very well, maybe I can make use of it.

She suddenly had a brilliant idea.

Let this blue dragon learn the common language. He doesn't have to learn it too well. Just a few words will allow him to fit in with the devil's show in the city.

Arrange a blue dragon as reinforcement for the weaker force in the current plot.

With this personality, he doesn't need any acting training at all. He can play the role purely in his true colors, just a villain who deserves a beating. It shouldn't be difficult to turn him into a clown later.

Elsa felt like she was a genius, as she was able to come up with such a difficult work arrangement.

It took more than an hour, and only the information of one white dragon had not been counted.

Elsa stretched her cervical spine, this job was too tiring.

The cultural level of these dragons is really poor, and it is difficult to put them in the factory. Although they are very strong, it is better for them to use large equipment directly.

The situation of several metal dragons is slightly better, they know more and have some understanding of spells, so they were sent to the research institute, not to be researchers, but because there are several project teams that really want dragons to cooperate with them to test the effects of spells. They are considered experimental equipment.

Let a few more dragons join the stage in the city. If one dragon can appear, then several dragons can appear.

There was also a handsome guy who was sent to Huo An. He needed a dragon for the movie "Magic Shadow" he was filming. He originally wanted to do special effects. Since there was a real dragon, it would save money instead of special effects.

The remaining adults and sub-adults are responsible for hunting in the group and are assigned to patrol teams. The dragon's senses and ability to drive away monsters are perfect for this group of wild teams.

As for the last white dragon.

Elsa has always had a bad impression of white dragons. Although she has never come into contact with a white dragon, Drogo has a lot of jokes about white dragons and mocks them whenever he has the chance. I don't know if she was hurt by a white dragon when she was a child.

In Drogo's description, the image of the white dragon is very simple.

A nice way of saying it.

Innocence.

Not a nice thing to say.

Big fool.

The whiter the scales, the lower the intelligence, or so Drogo said.

As a result, Elsa now feels that the white dragon in front of her has eyes full of "wisdom".

"Name."

"White Dragon!"

"I asked you what your name was."

"White Dragon!"

"Then let me ask you, what is your race?"

"..." Bai Long tilted his head, "Dragon!"

Quite reasonable.

"age?"

"do not know."

Well, Elsa now admits that Drogo didn't mean to discredit the black dragon.

"What will you do?"

"Have a meal!"

"Eating is a hell of a specialty!"

"And carry the food!"

"what?"

The green dragon quickly came up to explain, "He is responsible for carrying all the food we have saved."

“How do you carry it?”

"On my back."

"How heavy."

"It's very heavy anyway."

Elsa supported her chin, it seemed like it was of no use, now goods were transported by trains and ships, a white dragon that looked like it had just reached adulthood, how much could it pull at most.

"What else?"

"Don't worry, there shouldn't be anything else of this color." Drogo's voice suddenly came from behind.

"boss."

"How's the statistics going?"

"Look." Aisha handed over all the statistical information.

Drogo took a quick look and found it quite reasonable.

It was pretty much as he expected. Apart from racial instinct, there was almost nothing else he could do.

There is no way. Most dragons are like this. The few that are fond of magic like Fulin would not be like this now. They are all hiding in the settlements of other races.

"Is this white fool the only one left?"

"Yes, he is the only one left."

"Oh..." Drogo was also in a headache, "What do you think you can do?"

"Ha——" the white dragon growled.

"Yoho, Hajiron is breathing."

Elsa was confused and didn't know what Drogo was talking about.

"How about this," Drogo finally made a decision, "Let's go to the construction site and get the raw materials. We can use it as a truck. It should be more flexible than the trucks we have now."

At present, the trucks developed by Benz are not very reliable and are not widely used.

The main way to move raw materials at the construction site is by relying on treasure chest monsters.

Let the treasure chest monster eat the goods at the station or port, and then spit them out at the construction site.

There is a kind of beauty in transporting data by using a big truck to pull a hard drive.

Due to the limited number of treasure chest monsters, the transportation capacity is quite tight, and even oxen and horses are used to pull the carts.

One more white dragon probably won't solve the problem, but it's better than pulling more with a cow.

In the end, we still have to rely on the research institute.

So, just like that, the work of allocating the fleeing dragons was officially completed.

Although it’s a bit miserable, at least the work is assigned.

I took a shower before joining the new job, and now it smells really bad.

Then he was forced to learn the common language and literacy. He was still young and could not be illiterate all his life.

The next day, each dragon went to where they were needed.

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On the construction site in the west of the city.

The foreman looked up at the white dragon, which was several times taller than him.

"Is this our new co-worker?" he asked uncertainly.

"It said that he was asked to transport the goods, and he was also given a translator that can translate into Dragon Language."

"Pulling goods? He won't bite me, will he?"

"Probably not," the person next to him said, "He'll only bite once anyway, so it probably won't hurt."

The foreman punched him on the shoulder and said, "Can you speak?"

Then he looked at Bai Long again, "Since it's all said above, why don't we let him pull something and try?"

The foreman got down to work right away. He gathered a group of people and tied a large amount of cargo to the white dragon's back.

It kept piling up until there was no more room to put it, and Bailong didn't seem to react.

I don't know how much he can pull.

The foreman turned on the translator and there was a note on it saying, "If you don't work, tell him you'll have food after you finish."

The foreman cleared his throat.

"Ahem, you take these things to the station, and we load them onto the train and come back together. Got it?"

The white dragon head tilted.

"Well, after the transportation, there's food to eat."

Bai Long's eyes lit up and he ran away.

"Wait! Wait, we still have to unload the cargo!"

Ten minutes later, we arrived at the station.

Several workers climbed down from the white dragon with lingering fear.

So exciting.

Lying on the ground gasping for breath.

"Unload, unload, unload."

"I, I have no strength left."

"Me too."

"Too fast, we're here too early, this isn't the trip to get our stuff."

"Well, wait a minute."

The train in front of them blew its whistle a few times, then started moving slowly. Several workers squatted on the ground to rest. However, in their astonished eyes, the white dragon moved.

"Alas, alas, the dragon has escaped!"

"I see, I'm not blind."

"What to do?"

"What to do, you stop it?"

"No, why do I feel like he's running after the train?"

"It seems so. Did he remember to load the goods onto the train..." (End of this chapter)