Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 51: Dwarf Second Entrapping Plan
"Respected, um, I don't know your name. Since you call yourself Drogo, I will call you Drogo too."

Drogo's eyelids twitched as he watched. Drogo, why did he feel something was weird?

"Guess who I am? I am the best craftsman among the dwarves, the outstanding Barn Forge!"

Wow, that was totally unexpected.

Sure enough, the masters in this world are all a bit narcissistic, but they are better than that old guy Sauron. At least they don’t care about calling themselves great.

"I don't know those either. They're the kind that are hard to write and hard to read, the ones that pointy ears like to use, the ones with the maggots and concave teeth, and the gray men's ones..."

A line of words was crossed out.

"Sorry for the typo. I actually wanted to use two literary words. I went to ask the Great Elder, but I couldn't remember them clearly when I came back. Why can Pointy Ears know it but I can't?"

No, you are writing a letter with too many words?
"I won't go into all that nonsense. Anyway, I'm writing this letter to tell you that the game console you're making is now ready. If you ask me, why call it a game console? It might as well be called an Auto Chess Launcher.

"By the way, my craftsmanship is really amazing. This game console is the second best I've made in my career, second only to the integrated household machine I gave to my mother. I think there must be a market for this thing. It's much more interesting than making armor and swords. I just don't know how to mass-produce it."

Baan gave a gift to his mother, Baan was nice; Drogo patiently watched Baan chat about family matters, Drogo was also nice.

"In order to praise my own good craftsmanship, I specially wrote a poem and gave it to the bard to sing."

Drogo had a bad feeling.

Look down.

"Say this machine is amazing,

"The head is bright and the body is small,

"If you turn it over,

"The body is bright but the head is small."

Drogo suddenly felt embarrassed for others, and when he thought about the poem being sung by bards, his claws clenched and he scratched out a three-bedroom and one-living-room house on the ground.

Very well written. Don’t write it again next time.

If Barn Forge were born on Earth, he would definitely become good friends with a famous warlord called "The Writer".

"If I hadn't been forced by my father to be an apprentice in a blacksmith shop when I was a child, I would definitely be the best writer in the clan. We have produced many craftsmen, but never a writer. They all think that I write good poems, so I must have some talent in this area."

There is a reason why your clan cannot produce any writers. There is a problem at the root of your aesthetic sense.

"I finally filled up the letter paper. When I was a kid, my teacher would spank me if I didn't fill up my essay."

So you are just padding the word count!

"Come and inspect the goods tomorrow. Remember to bring along the little girl who played chess with me last time. After this period of meditation training, I feel that my chess skills have greatly improved. I want to beat her first, then make her vomit with wine, and then beat her again after she sobers up! This is so annoying!"

The letter ends with a picture of Barn drawing his own grimace. As expected of a craftsman, his painting skills are far superior to his cultural level.

The value of engineering drawing!

Drogo first threw Elsa back to the bedroom. He estimated that she would have a hard time getting up tomorrow morning. Besides, she was a terrible chess player. Not to mention auto chess, she couldn't even play two pieces in gobang.

Her main responsibility for the game that day was taunting, and she was not used to play chess.

Barn is a dwarf who is hundreds of years old. He still holds a grudge and is willing to argue with a child.

Wait, kid?
Drogo came downstairs. At this time, Toto was jumping with her left hand and going down a hundred floors with her right hand. Two young men in wizard robes were looking at her as if she were a god, with a bit of piety in their eyes.

"How old are you?" Drogo asked Toto.

"58, what's wrong?" Toto answered while helping others break records without any delay.

"That's still a little girl for a half-elf."

"Hey, what are you doing? I'm a legitimate half-elf."

"Who is being dishonest with you? What's in your head at such a young age?"

"I used to be a thief. I grew up in that kind of environment and was influenced by it."

It seems that the cultural level of the thieves is higher than that of Barn.

"Wow! Master Toto used to be a thief, so awesome!" The little wizard next to him was just a supporting role.

"Were you there when Barn was recruited?" Drogo asked.

"Yes, do you know how tiring it is to play chess with those rookies?"

"Okay, come with me to the dwarf's territory tomorrow."

"I'm not slacking off." Toto pointed at the price list on the table with his chin. Breaking a personal record would earn 5 copper coins, winning against a designated person would earn 5 to 20 copper coins depending on the difficulty, and being on the overall ranking would start at 1 silver coin.

"Although it's a small business, I can make a few silver coins a day. I'm not like you. It's not easy to make money..."

"Snap!" Drogo slapped a golden coin on the table.

"Who are you talking to?"

"You just said you were a legitimate half-elf!"

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The next day, Hammer Mountain.

This is a small hill outside the Twin Towers City, and also a settlement of dwarves.

Due to their adherence to tradition, dwarves must live in caves and cities must be connected to mines, so they chose to build their homes on the Hammer Mountain, the only place outside the city that can barely be called a mountain.

This also brings another benefit: the dwarves' overly dark lifestyle will not affect the other races in the city.

A dwarf's day consists of sleeping at daybreak, sleeping until the afternoon when he goes to town to drink, and drinking until night when he goes down to the mines to work. Yes, dwarves usually get drunk first and then work.

The accident rate of engineering projects with such an outrageous method is surprisingly low, which is really a rare talent. Perhaps the dwarves who are likely to get into accidents were eliminated when they were young. In any case, their construction site must be seen by safety personnel on Earth, who can have a heart attack on the spot.

"Welcome to Forgehold! The home of the Forge clan. Forge is a title that can only be obtained by the most prestigious dwarves in the clan." Barn welcomed Drogo warmly.

"Here's a small suggestion. Next time, you can ask your assistant to pretend to be a stranger, and when you appear, 'accidentally' shout 'It's the Forge! The most prestigious dwarf in the clan!'"

"Oh!" Baines' eyes lit up when he heard this. "You guys are such great business people!"

"Each each other."

"By the way, what do you think of my poem?"

"The court scholars who read it would all praise it as the reincarnation of the poet saint."

"Hahaha……"

Hearty laughter echoed throughout the Crucible.

Jianghu is not about fighting and killing; Jianghu is about human relations.

Barn took Drogo through a number of small workshops where people were hammering and banging, and came to his workshop in the center of Forge.

Eight game consoles were neatly placed there.

Finally, we don’t have to have eight people sitting together to start a game. Now we can connect to the Shenhai network and start playing when we find a match.

The machine was smaller than Drogo had expected, only about the size of a gashapon machine. When it was running, it would project an illusion that was twice larger than the circumference of its body.

It's true that he has a bright head but a small body.

"Hurry, hurry, I can't bear it anymore. I'm addicted to chess. Let's start a game. Where's that little girl from last time?"

Drogo pushed Toto out.

"Huh? Pointy ears, why didn't I notice it last time?"

It turns out that everyone has face blindness after crossing races.

"I think her annoying look is exactly the same as her pointy ears. The Furnace will definitely win!"

"Wait, just playing is boring, why don't we set some stakes?"

"Okay! What are you betting on?"

Drinking and going down into the mines at the opening of the market, that's what the dwarves love to do, and they never get tired of it.

"If the little girl wins, we will have many long-term cooperative projects."

"Huh, she lost?"

"I'll try to mass-produce your comprehensive household machine."

"can you do it?"

"I can mass-produce this game console."

"Okay, let's bet on the furnace!" Barn rubbed his hands excitedly and took out a cheat sheet and stuck it on the machine he had chosen. It wrote how many rounds to save money and how many rounds to search, which cards to prioritize, and which equipment to grab.

Playing chess in a formulaic way is a yes.

Toto sat nearby quite relaxedly.

Drogo and several other dwarves gathered together to start a game.

Games start.

(End of this chapter)