Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 50 Early Access
Drogo specially found a piece of wood, carved it into an oval, hollowed out the middle and left a long gap, then made a small hammer out of a wooden strip and started knocking it devoutly.

"When-when-when-"

The sound of Qingxinjingyu echoed on the third floor of the studio.

"What are you doing?" Fulin couldn't help asking.

"How do you know?" Drogo answered while beating the wooden fish. "I am just performing the ritual. There is no bug, no bug..."

"What does bug mean?"

"A mistake in the Draconic tongue," Drogo blurted out.

"Who are you trying to fool? Do you think I don't know dragon language?" Flynn stared at Drogo, trying to find any flaws.

"Ah, ah yes, in Red Dragon Language, haha."

"Do you often use strange words in Dragon Language in front of others?"

Drogo glanced at Fulin with a guilty look and changed the subject very abruptly, "How is that possible? I'm not, I don't have one. Ah, let's test the last function."

Then the illusion mimicry was activated.

A simple window appears, with file index on the left, workspace on the right, and text input method at the bottom.

It looks presentable.

Although it is still far from the complete vscode, it can be regarded as a basic version of notepad with prompt words.

Don't underestimate the notepad, it's actually very powerful. At least for the current situation where every magician is a "handmade fairy", it is a dimensionality-reducing blow to productivity.

"I declare that the early access version of Visual Inscription Workshop v0.1 is officially completed!"

It sounds a bit weird to describe the Early Access version as officially completed, but unless these illusionists die of old age, they will not run away and will insist on completing the development of the official version.

Craftsman spirit!

In this way, the development work can be divided into two groups. The Elite Illusionist will continue to improve the Inscription Workshop, and then the main force previously used in the development of Auto Chess will be transferred over, using the current workshop to create the game engine.

The development of Auto Chess is coming to an end. The lack of music dubbing does not require so many people, so just leave a small part for maintenance and updates.

It can still be maintained barely, as he has already plundered all the illusionists in the mainland, and he can only look overseas to recruit more people.

The new batch of leeks, no, when will the illusionist graduate? The Drogo Group offers, the total package is 500 silver coins, just click to get it.

When will we organize a Drogo Young Illusionist Competition with a prize of 1,800 gold coins, and then launch a Drogo program for talented young people across the continent?

All the heroes in the world are within my grasp!

The elderly illusionists were in no mood to celebrate the temporary victory of the Visual Inscription Workshop. They were too old to know who to blame if something went wrong during the celebration.

The essence of a priest's healing skill is to enhance a person's own recovery ability, and then rely on the person to withstand it. There is nothing special about how the old man's recovery ability is enhanced.

As for various infections, the modern medical system had not yet developed, so forget about antibiotics. When the priests came, they would always say, "Your immune system has been strengthened, come on!"

Mental illness?

There is no mental illness in this era, only stupidity, madness, mental disorder, and finally death.

In the end, only Drogo, Flynn, and Elsa, who was so sleepy that she could hardly stand, cut a piece of cake with "Visual Inscription Workshop V0.1" written on it in the middle of the night.

Of course it was late at night. What other time would it be? How could I release a version without working overtime until late at night?

Alas, I managed to find the feeling of working in a game company in this fantasy world. What's the point of traveling through time?

Fortunately, he is the boss here, and he is the only one who puts pressure on others, no one can put pressure on him.

Finally, no one thought that the open world was good today, so they asked him to make an open world demo. Tomorrow, they thought that the turn-based system was good, so they asked him to cut the previous one and make a turn-based demo.

They are all investors who want to make quick money. They give a few months to change the skin, launch, buy traffic, squeeze it dry, and then move on to the next one.

There were a few who ate so much meat that they were fat, but left a mess on the ground.

I hope everything goes well for Black Monkey, “the only college student in the village”. I don’t expect him to save the market, and the little broken ball didn’t save science fiction movies, but there must always be pioneers.

Drogo stuffed a piece of cake into his mouth and tears instantly flowed down his face.

"What's wrong?" Fulin asked nervously. She felt that Drogo was acting strange today. Was it his due date? No, a male dragon like him had a weird menstrual period. The complete transformation made Fulin's way of thinking become human.

In the past, if a dragon cried out of cowardice, it would be beaten.

So you can’t blame the dragons for having abnormal brains, that’s just the way their race is educated.

Education determines destiny.

"It's okay," Drogo said, not feeling sentimental. "It's too sweet. How can it be so sweet? Ugh—"

This damn cake is as sweet as a Snickers bar dipped in M&Ms and coated in syrup.

Direct physical discomfort. The last time Drogo's defense was broken was because the magic goddess gave him the eleven-ring scroll without any moral principles. This time, he was hurt from the inside out by a piece of cake.

Pure sweetness, just sweetness.

Although I know that sugar is a precious thing in this world, so ordering the best cake will be very sweet, but why is it so sweet?

There is nothing good about it except that it is made of animal cream. If your blood sugar doesn't soar to 18 after taking a sip, it's a big credit to your pancreas.

It seems that not only is there no Eastern continent that produces the mysterious little leaves that refresh the mind, there is no Eastern continent that produces spices either.

Miss industrial fragrances.

"We should not keep these good things to ourselves, leave some for others."

Drogo considerately divided the cake into small pieces and placed them on each workstation, and Fulin cast a frost spell to prevent it from spoiling.

I hope grandpa and grandma don’t have cavities.

Elsa had fallen asleep while standing. This girl had some unique skills, so Drogo had to carry her back to the toy store.

Fulin walked with him along Cornflower Street.

I haven't enjoyed quietness for a long time.

The two places were not far from each other. From a distance, one could see a small stall set up outside the toy store with lighting magic on.

What's going on? Has the toy store added some new items that I'm not aware of?
When I walked in, I saw it was Toto's stall. She didn't sell anything and was the only one sitting in a rocking chair. There were quite a few people queuing around her.

Toto also saw them and stood up instantly, "I didn't see anything, I don't know anything!"

"You see what you see!"

"I did not see anything!"

"Elsa is asleep, not dead. Why are you so startled? But what are you doing here after work?" Drogo always felt that he had never seen Toto sleep since he knew her. She is an ultimate creature, right?

"I'm playing for you."

"Huh?" Drogo heard a strange yet familiar word that shouldn't be here.

"I'm here to level up your mini-game."

You are amazing. I find that the efficiency of this new industry is indeed quite high.

Drogo casually opened the Flying Red Game Box.

Jump first, Toto;
The first of the next hundred floors, Toto;
The Twin Towers City Cube ranked first, Toto, and so on, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, more than nine hundred thousand points! One digit more than the second place.

"You are a human, Toto?"

"No, I'm half-elf."

Drogo was silent for a moment.

"By the way," Toto took out a letter, "a dwarf uncle asked me to bring it to you just now."

Drogo took it and read it. It read:

From the respected dragon who calls himself Drogo.

(End of this chapter)