Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 53 Goblin Assembly Line V2.0
To be honest, since Barn turned 80 and became an adult, he has never brought anyone of the same sex home. It's a bit strange because dwarf gatherings usually take place in bars.

Drogo is a male dragon, a cross-species dragon, so it should be okay, Barn thought.

But when it comes to bars, he heard that in some bars in the city people like to "make friends" with the same sex. Objectively speaking, he respects cultural diversity, but subjectively speaking, he is extremely scared.

From then on, he rarely went to bars where there were many humans. It was too weird. He would rather face the underground worms in the mines.

Sometimes he could see that group of people gathering and marching on the streets, as if they were promoting their ideas that all literary and artistic works should include elements that showcase minority groups.

Even more scared.

Fortunately, they are not very powerful now. If one day they are numerous and powerful and they really succeed, if he is still alive at that time, he will have to give himself a hammer.

It won't be like that.

maybe.

Barn took Drogo through many twists and turns in Forge Fort and came to a small house.

It was the first time that Drogo had seen the dwarf settlement from this angle.

In the past, I only saw the bird’s-eye view after punching through the city gate, and I didn’t have time to look at it carefully, mainly because I had some “unpleasantness” with the dwarves at that time.

Dwarf nobles are a little different from nobles of other races in that even if they have accumulated mountains of wealth, they still have to go to the mines themselves. Maybe they are addicted to it.

The city planning of Forge Castle can only be described as a mess. Various small houses are crowded and uneven, and all have thick walls covered with metal outer layers. They are not beautiful, but they are definitely durable.

If the dwarves were selling cell phones, they would be Nokia.

And the one that best suits the dwarfs' aesthetics is the Nokia from the big brother era.

"Knock, knock!" Barn banged on the door very hard, just like a money lender coming to collect debt.

"Have you eaten yet? You knock on the door so quietly, don't you know I'm hard of hearing?" The old lady's loud voice came from the room.

"It's not that I'm unfilial," Baan explained to Drogo. Dwarves are a group that values ​​family very much. "I bought a big house for my mother, but she refused to move no matter how much I persuaded her. She said she couldn't bear to leave these old neighbors."

Drogo began to like the dwarves a little bit, because of the familiar feeling that came over him.

The door of the room opened, and a dwarf who looked stronger than Barn appeared. It should be Barn's mother. Drogo really couldn't tell the gender of the dwarf.

"Ha, Mom, you look beautiful again!"

"Oh, son, have you lost weight again?"

Then the two dwarves hugged each other.

Please forgive Drogo for using the somewhat disrespectful quantifier "lump", because it really does look like a lump. The arms of the mother and son can only reach each other's shoulders at most!

"Oh! You brought friends back with you. It's been hundreds of years since we last met, right?"

Mother Barn also gave Drogo's big dragon head a hug. It was amazing that she didn't mind the horns and thorns on her head.

"Come on, come in quickly. You are such a grown up boy but you don't have any tact. Pour a glass of wine for the guest."

What a typical dwarven hospitality, pouring wine first when meeting.

"Thank you, um," Drogo thought for a moment. Although the age was appropriate, he still didn't call her "older sister." "Thank you, auntie."

"We came back this time to see the household machine your son left here."

After reading Barn's letter, Drogo set his sights on the household machine mentioned in the letter. It would be such a waste not to find a way to mass-produce it.

So the Auto Chess bet was actually a win-win situation, meaning Drogo won twice.

"That's easy. It's right there." Mother Barn pointed to a machine covered with red silk in the corner of the living room.

Baan went over and lifted the silk. The outer shell of the machine was shiny and glossy, and it must have been brand new from the factory.

"Mom, you've never used it before."

"It's just washing dishes, doing laundry and sweeping the floor. It's not like I can't do it."

"But I made it to help you wash the dishes, do the clothes and sweep the floor."

"If it breaks, it needs to be repaired, and you'll waste money on repair parts. Besides, they can't be cleaned as well as my hands."

It’s just right. It’s absolutely right.

Listening to the conversation between Barn and his son, Drogo thought he had traveled back in time. "If I arrange for the goblins to dismantle this machine, I can guarantee that it can be put back together, okay?"

Drogo interrupted their conversation.

"Yes, I can, but goblins?"

"Yes, goblin."

Ever since the goblins invented the cult-style decomposing undead camera, Drogo noticed that the goblins that entered the city seemed a little different.

Their IQ seems to be improving rapidly, or perhaps it is because the living environment of the goblins in the past was too poor and they had no channels for contact, leaving them with no opportunity to display their intelligence.

Humans can become terrifying upright apes based on their physical fitness alone, so they have time to click on intelligence skill points.

The goblins' panel values ​​are so terrible that three goblins together cannot beat a wild dog.

Therefore, it is impossible to drag the saint back to the cave here. I don’t have the ability to do that.

Only in the Bard's midnight story will there be goblins and female knights. The main reason for choosing goblins is that they are creepy enough and the contrast is strong enough.

Although goblins are indeed not good people, the bards and shady painters should bear a large part of the blame for their bad reputation.

The most common way for goblins to survive is to find a backer, but the backers usually treat these weaklings as consumables, until a group of goblins met the red dragon that changed the fate of the race.

Although Drogo treated the goblins as slaves in the beginning, the goblins had never been treated so well as slaves. They only had to work every day.

The accumulation of quantitative changes leads to qualitative changes.

The goblins in the Twin Tower City, who were impacted by countless new things, completed the leap from Pentium to i9.

Drogo bought them many professional books at the beginning, but they didn't read them at all. Instead, they were only interested in taking things apart. The amazing thing was that they could put them back together, and sometimes the reassembled things were even better than the originals.

After that, Drogo bought a large amount of equipment for the goblins to dismantle, and regularly teleported goblins from Dragon Island to the city for further training.

Ren 82 explained their academic ideas to Drogo. To be honest, Drogo, who had studied hard for twenty years, did not understand them. The logic was confusing and incomprehensible, but it was useful.

Drogo himself named the school "Goblin Thought".

The first development goal was to upgrade the manual assembly line to a mechanized assembly line.

At present, the prototype has been formed, and yo-yo and gyroscope are no problem. There is an urgent need to test the waters with specialized design of some complex products.

By chance, Barn's household machine was discovered at this time.

Baines saw that Drogo didn't look like he was joking. "If it breaks, you'll have to pay for it."

"Don't worry, if it really breaks, I will definitely be able to compensate you and lower the price to a level that your mother is willing to use it."

"What?" Mother Baines tilted her ear. "You are a Wurm, speak louder. I won't stay any longer."

"No need, bye, auntie."

"You're still sitting on the sofa. You don't know how to sit properly. Can you get up and see the guests off?"

Baines escorts Drogo out.

"Are you not worried that the goblins might learn your craft?" Drogo asked.

"Ha, what's there to worry about? The more people who can learn to count their abilities, the better. Are you going to die with this?"

Baines is very open-minded.

"Give your mother a hearing aid in a few days."

"Hearing aid?" Barn could roughly guess its purpose by hearing the name.

"It's easy to do. If you're in a hurry, you can do it yourself. Change the recording magic to real-time, add amplification magic, and package it into a small magic device hanging on the ear."

Baines thought about it and it seemed feasible, but he was not familiar with recording magic.

"Yeah, it's quite simple. Why didn't I think of it all these years? And I still yell at my mom every day."

"Haha, technology alone is not enough, ideas are also needed," Drogo nodded as he pushed the household machine, "Ideas change the world."

(End of this chapter)