Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

"Shame! Absolute shame!"

In the Sutton Palace, Sutton VII tore the newspaper in his hand to pieces.

It is not difficult to see from the large group photo that occupies the entire front page that this is content about aristocratic reform.

There is no need to arrange special personnel to investigate. It is difficult for any intelligent creature in Felin to be unaware of this news.

"They just signed it. Can you believe it? They just signed it!"

Faced with the king's ferocious look, the attendants and guards present chose to pretend to be dead. This was the survival rule for palace workers: they saw nothing and heard nothing.

At this moment, the messenger returned.

He was an envoy sent to the other three realms to recruit the Duke's Legion.

In fact, this matter can be done by sending an email, but the email is from the Drogo Group, and Sutton VII does not want to use it. Moreover, the email is not formal enough and does not conform to aristocratic etiquette.

The messenger knelt on the ground, as if he had mustered up great courage, and tried hard to organize his words.

When the kingdom faces a disaster, sending troops to support it is an obligation that the Duke cannot shirk.

But judging from the messenger's conflicted, fearful and unwilling to speak look, it should not be so "unable to refuse".

Sutton VII sneered, "Go ahead, you can guess what the result will be. I won't vent my anger on you."

"Eastern Territory, the Duke of Eastern Territory said that he was ill and wanted to save the royal family from their predicament, but he was unable to do so."

"Oh, you're sick, right? You're making up such a perfunctory excuse. What about the others?"

"The Duke of the Western Territory said that he was ill in bed..."

"Another sick guy!" Sutton VII's expression was visibly tense. "Can't they even come up with a new excuse? Or are these two old bastards in collusion?"

He paced back and forth in the room, trying to vent his anger and dissatisfaction, but there was no place to vent.

We cannot make enemies with those dukes now. The pressure from the north is already great enough. Even if the other dukes do not support us, it is better than joining them in the rebellion.

"What about the Duke of the South? He wouldn't come up with an excuse like illness, would he?"

"No, the Duke of the Southern Territory is not ill."

"Oh?" This was quite unexpected. "Will he come to support me?"

"No, the Duke of the Southern Territory said that a serious plague had broken out in his territory. Many soldiers suffered from diarrhea and dehydration and were completely unable to participate in the battle."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Sutton VII laughed angrily, "There is an outbreak of plague. Why hasn't the outbreak of plague been reported? Doesn't he need medical support?"

The messenger glanced at the king cautiously and stammered, "The Duke said that considering the difficulties faced by the kingdom, the southern border can fight the plague together, so he will not add any more burden to your majesty."

"It's a problem with the size! It's a problem with his size!" Sutton VII finally couldn't bear it anymore. He waved his arm and turned into a master of table cleaning. He threw all the things on the table to the ground and smashed them to pieces.

"Get out, get out of here!"

The messenger retreated hastily as if he had been pardoned. He retreated all the way to the door of the room, turned around, and cursed King Sutton VII in defiance. He did not dare to make a sound, just for the sake of talking.

You asked me to say it, but I'm not happy after I said it...

Sutton VII sat back in his chair, looking at the mess in front of him, wondering what he should do.

After thinking about it, I feel that I am not completely without a chance of turning the situation around.

What Figxin relies on is only the advantage of equipment, not any other advantages.

Especially that crappy aristocratic reform, which completely pushed all the lords to the opposite side, and they even dared to promote it as if it was a good idea.

In the eyes of Sutton VII, the great nobles in the kingdom still support him, but they cannot see any chance of winning at the moment, so they are all busy protecting themselves.

If we can show them that there is hope of winning, those nobles will come forward on their own without the need for conscription.

As for how to hope to win.

On his side, both the extraordinary people and the legion have the advantage.

The gun that fired the high-temperature elemental stream had been made to provide protection for a short period of time, relying on the information transmitted before the fall of Dronburg, enough for the Legion to advance into close combat range.

The more critical thing now is that there is no way to deal with the high-level magic array that fell from the sky.

The spies placed in Dron Castle did not achieve much, and all they collected were scattered pieces of information. There was very little information about the magic circle. They only knew that it was a small prop that could be unfolded and thrown by a dragon, and it was said that it could also be fired by cannons.

Based on this limited information, the Royal Mage Corps has not been able to develop any effective countermeasures.

time does not wait.

There's no telling when Figxin and her legion will continue their march southward.

Something more radical had to be done.

He needs the help of the Ascendant.

Although Loman no longer supports his actions, the Soul Ascender's equipment is still in his secret room.

He is still a member that the Ascendants want to develop.

Sutton VII did not agree with the sect's philosophy, but he was very interested in their consciousness uploading technology.

When the day comes when I am about to die, if my consciousness can be uploaded, would that be a kind of eternal life?

Therefore, he still enters the sanctuary from time to time.

In the process, he also discovered the astonishing accumulation of knowledge of the Soul Ascenders. The information stored in the Great Library far exceeded the collection of the Sutton royal family.

And the number of top-level extraordinary people hidden among the Soul Ascenders.

In the public discussion area of ​​the library, one can often see discussions about quite high-level spell issues with a large number of participants.

There are still many difficult problems that have not been discussed to a conclusion, and they are still hanging there, marked with generous rewards.

To the entire Soul Ascender organization, worldly material things may not be very attractive, but to the individuals within it, those rewards are still quite tempting.

And just recently, a strange question was placed at the top of the list of rewards.

The description is very general.

How to counter a type of magic item that can be thrown. After reaching a certain range, it will unfold into a high-level magic circle, covering almost all types of magic circles.

Apparently, this is the question that Sutton VII is hung on.

However, because the conditions were too broad, not many serious solutions were obtained.

Today, Sutton VII logged into the Holy Land again. He planned to continue to increase the bounty. He didn't believe that no one could find a way to restrain the things used in the North.

When he came to the Great Library, he used the image of Sutton I, the founding monarch.

A very common image in the sanctuary.

He admired this ancestor very much and hoped that he could achieve the same.

But this goal is getting further and further away, and it’s good enough to be able to preserve the legacy of our ancestors now.

In front of the bounty board in the discussion area, Sutton VII checked the newly added messages, but still found nothing serious.

"Don't let them use their props so they can counterattack."

Is this human language? If he wants to prevent the North from using this weapon, he still needs to work hard here. Helplessly, he continued to increase the reward. At this time, a voice came from behind.

"It's not enough, we have to pay more."

Sutton VII immediately turned around and saw the most outrageous image he had seen in the sanctuary in all those days.

There stood a bright yellow creature with a big head and no neck. It looked like a dragon but I wasn't quite sure.

"I can solve your problem." Drogo said in a mean way, with his claws behind his back.

He has been squatting here for several days.

The story begins from the beginning. After speculating that Sutton VII might have connection with the Soul Ascender, Drogo immediately logged into the Sanctuary.

Using his divine authority, he wanted to find information about Sutton VII.

Then I discovered that this shabby sanctuary didn't even have a search function. What a collection of advanced and backward things.

When I was planning to go through all the accounts and try to find him, I found the question on the bounty board of the discussion area.

Drogo was very sure that even if it wasn't King Sutton VII himself who died, it was definitely someone among his closest confidants.

That kind of money is not something that ordinary people can come up with.

So, Zhuogo checked the person who posted the bounty and found that his login time was very fixed, so he started a plan to wait for him to log in to the discussion area during this time period every day.

It is impossible not to come back and check after the bounty is posted.

After just a few days of waiting, Drogo saw the arrival of King VII, disguised as King Sutton I.

From the moment of the encounter, poor King Sutton VII fell into the big pit dug by Drogo.

"Why should I believe you can solve it?"

"This is the weapon used by the North when they attacked Dronburg. It's a high-level magic circle that suddenly unfolded," Drogo said in a relaxed tone, as if he was talking about something that was no big deal. "You're offering a reward for this. Are you from the Sutton royal family?"

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Sutton VII was panicked. He had no idea who the other party was, but the other party almost guessed who he was. A sense of danger spread throughout his body. If the other party told the church about the connection between the Sutton royal family and the Ascenders, it would be a big problem.

He stared at the strange thing, and even though the image looked like it had intellectual disabilities, he didn't dare to relax at all.

Seeing that he was scaring himself and had almost finished imagining, Drogo spoke: "Fegthin is unworthy of a son of man! Trampling on the honor of the nobility, it is a heinous crime that cannot be tolerated by heaven! If you were a member of the royal family of Sutton, I would definitely help you defeat this traitor!"

The tone was indignant and the acting was very realistic.

King Sutton VII breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be one of his own.

Looking at this strange dragon again at this time, he seems a little more friendly. He must be a legendary wizard with a childlike heart and profound knowledge.

Listen to the words used, unworthy of a human being, unforgivable, what elegant words, he had never heard of them before. He must have received a good education since childhood and was an aristocrat among aristocrats. Those common people who have no manners at all would never be able to utter such words.

"Forgive my rudeness just now."

Although he was a king, he still showed enough respect to the legendary wizard who might very well save him.

"This is indeed a problem that many excellent mages have studied, but no good solution has been found."

"They are just mediocre." Drogo acted as if everyone present was garbage.

But in the eyes of Sutton VII, this is the arrogance that a top wizard should have.

The top people in every industry have bad tempers.

"Then how can you solve it?"

"No matter what props they use, they are essentially triggered by certain conditions and then release the magic circle. No matter how powerful they are or how many kinds of magic circles they can put in, it is useless if it is not triggered."

What Drogo said here is actually the truth. To lie, you have to mix the truth with the lies.

The interception solution proposed by the Shenzhen Research Institute is currently to interfere with the triggering of the magic array.

But the interference is not completely useless. After all, what is fired out is a lump of iron that can kill people.

After hearing Drogo's explanation, Sutton VII suddenly understood. That's right, the Royal Mage Corps had been going in the wrong direction all along, always thinking about how to deal with so many magic arrays or increase magic resistance. In comparison, this master's idea was much more reasonable.

"So Master, how do you plan to prevent it from triggering?"

"As long as I see the real thing."

Sutton VII immediately lost interest. "It would be great if we could get the real thing. The spies planted in Dronburg can't even get in contact with it, so how can we get the real thing?"

"Stupid!" Drogo cursed directly. "Wouldn't that kind of item leave a shell after being triggered? The magic circle has been consumed, and there must be traces of the triggering method left on it. As long as we can find the shell, we can also research a countermeasure."

That makes sense.

The more Sutton VII listened, the more feasible it seemed to him.

As expected, the Soul Ascenders are not an ordinary sect.

"Then how can I contact you after I get the shell..."

"Just put all the details in the discussion area. If someone else finds a solution faster than me, that's a good thing. Rewards and the like are not important. What's important is that the dignity and honor of the nobility must not be trampled upon!"

After these words, the image of the milk dragon was simply shining in the eyes of Sutton VII.

Sir, you are very righteous.

With such people, how could the aristocracy not prosper?

After repeatedly expressing his gratitude, Sutton VII left the sanctuary and hurriedly summoned the official responsible for contacting the spies.

He now really sees hope for a turnaround.

"Order all spies in Dronburg to carry out the same mission, which is to find the shell of the used spell grenade at any cost. Whoever can obtain the shell will be rewarded with 1,000 coins and knighted."

For a spy with a very low social status who is often abandoned, such a reward is enough to make them completely disregard life and death.

At the same time, Drogo also got off the plane.

"Aisha! Quick, notify the Deep Research Institute and have them make a batch of fake magic grenade shells. Make them look like they've been used, with only the trigger structure left inside. Make a fake trigger structure."

In order to prevent the spell grenades from being picked up for research, the original design actually had a self-destructive structure after release, and all shells would be strictly recycled. Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to see the trigger unless a complete grenade was found, so now a batch of special shells for Sutton Spies must be made.

After giving the order, Drogo went to find Figithin.

"Are all the spies in Fort Delon under control?"

"They are all here. Each one of them is being watched."

"Spread the word to them and have them go to the test range and steal fake grenade casings."

"what?"

Drogo then explains his plan to Phagthin.

Figesin became more and more excited as he listened. "So you want to use fake grenades to give them confidence to attack, and then use real grenades."

The visual sense has emerged.

"Wow, you are such a sinister red dragon."

"I'll take it as a compliment." (End of this chapter)