Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 48 Check the water meter

The gatekeeper didn't understand what it meant to check the water meter. His first reaction was, "Where are those secret guards?" Some people who hadn't received an invitation had arrived at the theater entrance, but there was no reaction at all.

Have all the secret sentries been removed?

He was just about to look through the door mirror to see who was coming, but as soon as his hand touched the platinum door, the high temperature made him feel a stinging pain, and he quickly pulled his hand back.

The door panel turned red and shiny at a speed visible to the naked eye, like chocolate melted into a sticky liquid in hot water.

Why? Isn't it claimed to be the strongest metal? Why does it melt so easily?

Through the large melted hole, he saw a team of fully armed warriors. Their faces were completely covered by helmets, and there were no emblems or signs on their armor, making it impossible to identify their identities. This was the last scene he saw.

Drogo is here.

Because the specific defense force in the theater is unclear, Drogo goes out personally, and all the elite subordinates currently in the Twin Towers appear.

It's time to put an end to this farce.

Originally, I just wanted to find out who was spreading rumors about Raul, but I didn't expect that it would involve so many messed up things like aristocratic population trafficking, brainwashing, and devil worship.

But it doesn't matter. Since the other party is immoral, he has no choice but to "reciprocate".

Robbing nobles is my old profession. I have been silent for so many years, so I will just review it today.

To avoid being recognized, Drogo now remained standing, wearing a suit of Dragonborn armor.

To be honest, it didn't fit very well, because dragonborn didn't have wings, so he had to wear armor one size larger, and then tighten the wings and stuff them into the gap behind the breastplate.

Meanwhile, the rest of the piece is loose and swaying, like a teenager who stole his father's armor.

And the defense is not as high as dragon scales.

The more crucial point is that this armor cannot withstand the heat brought by the dragon's breath, and many parts of the red dragon's body will burn when fighting, so a heat indicator light is installed on the chest. It flashes when the armor is about to melt, and there is a "ding dong" sound effect.

Let Drogo find the joy he had as a child playing a warrior from the Kingdom of Light.

Despite this, no one would find the leading Dragonborn funny when a mixed group of drow orcs followed behind him.

Drogo chose the simplest way to break through the defensive spell in the theater.

Yilong is in front, just go straight for it.

Judging from the feeling of being hit, the level is far behind that of Sorentari.

They broke into the hall in the center of the theater. The noisy and crazy crowd did not notice their presence. Some people who were high on drugs even danced with the soldiers in their arms.

"That's great. Your armor is really nice. Do you want to play with it?"

What responded to him was a long sword piercing his heart.

If he was just a customer of this den of brothel, Drogo would have intended to rob him of his money without killing him, but since he was found to be a drug addict who had taken too many drugs, he decided to stab him.

This self-paralyzing drug has existed on the continent for a very long time. Countless kingdoms have tried to ban it, but have never really succeeded.

However, the rulers of the kingdom wanted to ban it not for health reasons, but because addictive drugs would consume labor and make it inconvenient for them to mine the "human mine".

Because of the existence of supernatural powers, perhaps the oppression of ordinary people on this continent will never change.

"Guards!" Sir Barron was the first to notice something unusual and roared for the guards. He did not expect the guards to be able to deal with these uninvited guests.

They were able to eliminate the secret sentries outside without anyone inside noticing, which proved that the guards inside were definitely no match for them.

He only hoped that these guards could buy him time to escape.

However, hopes were soon dashed.

The carefully selected guards were completely vulnerable, and the remaining people lost the courage to resist and dropped their weapons and fled for their lives.

The dragonborn easily harvested all the resistance, and the high temperature made his eyes red and hot. What should I do? Sir Baron's brain was thinking quickly, trying to find a way to survive.

Meanwhile, Drogo and his warriors were closing the circle, gathering together all those in purple robes.

Drogo was worried that the people in the scene would be treated as commodities and taken hostage by these masterminds.

That would be a bit tricky, he didn't want to hurt innocent people, after all, his attack method had a large damage range, even when he was small.

He soon realized that he was worrying too much. Taking the "commodities" as hostages was not an option for these people at all. Instead, he was in a hurry to push them away, fearing that he would hinder their escape.

Because if these people were attacking and it was Drogo who was escaping, and Drogo chose to take an orc hostage, the only result he would get would be that he would be attacked along with the hostage.

The encirclement quickly shrank to the stage, and the remaining people were squeezed into the arena on the stage. Now they were the ones being watched.

"Wait a minute!" Sir Barron suddenly shouted, came to the front of the crowd and faced the fully armed warriors.

"If you want money, you've already got what you want. There's no need to silence us. Killing us won't do you any good."

Drogo crossed his arms and motioned for Baron to continue. He was listening.

"Do you have any reason to kill us? Someone paid a high price, or is it because of your belief in pursuing justice? No, there is none!"

Barron's tone became increasingly excited, and his exaggerated body movements were extremely provocative. He is an experienced speaker.

Speech, reason, logic and so on are secondary. What matters is to bring the audience into the emotion.

"If someone gives you money, then we can definitely give you more; if it's for childish, shallow, so-called justice, what a joke! Our existence is an indispensable part of justice in Twin Towers City!
"The needs will not disappear. It is because of my existence that these needs are centrally supplied. Without me, there will only be more chaos. Those orc children are just necessary sacrifices, necessary sacrifices for the peace and stability of Twin Towers City!

"Even without me, they would still die. They would die of illness, starve to death, work themselves to death in a dark factory, or be stabbed to death by unknown thugs from street gangs for a copper coin. I did not change their fate. Maybe, I even gave some of them hope to live!

"Did I let people take drugs, did I let people gamble, did I let people go to the arena? No, none of that. They chose it themselves, and I gave them this opportunity. They will like Twin Towers City more, and more wealth will flow into Twin Towers City, and everyone's life will be better.

"It was me who built the Twin Towers City. It was me who built the Twin Towers City! I am the necessary justice. I maintained the rules that operate here. I made this place better. And you are the ones who brought destruction. You should be ashamed!"

Barron's eyes were bloodshot and he was panting, but he stood in front of the stage like a victorious fighter.

As expected, to deceive people at a high level, one must first deceive oneself into believing it.

"Have you recorded everything?" Drogo's voice rang out.

"It's recorded." The orc behind him replied.

"Alas, how can we build the Twin Towers City with insects like these?"

After saying that, the indicator light on his chest dinged and flashed wildly, and as the armor gradually melted into molten iron, raging flames gushed out.

There was no burning process. In almost an instant, the purple-robed crowd and the stage turned into ashes, leaving only a vast expanse of pure white.

"Let's go. Let's take some photos of the remaining evidence. We should have set up our own media earlier to avoid letting nobles like these control our information sources all day long. It's time to go and dispel the rumors for Raul."

After several treasure chest monsters devoured all the property on the scene, Drogo led his team to evacuate.

And beneath the unnoticed ashes, where Barron had just stood, a blood-red rune flickered faintly. That was the symbol of Mammon.

　Smith Marseille, everyone who is following my reading.

　　When I was writing this plot, I thought there was no problem. Now looking back, I find that it is indeed too much of a riddle and the perspective is too jumpy. I have tried my best to adjust it to what it is now, and tomorrow I will return to the daily plot.

　　This part is mainly to introduce Barron and Mammon, and then the intention is to make it darker, crueler and more insane, but this is the result. If there are friends who don't like this part of the plot, don't worry, we won't do such weird things in the future.

　　Spinning and flying 360 degrees, somersaults and fancy moves, sincere reflection...

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