Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 163 A Big Secret (4k)

"What, what do you mean by leaving?" Drogo looked at Elsa with a black question mark expression on his face.

After finally finding a composer with a jazz style, Drogo immediately asked Elsa to contact him, but the reply he got was that he was gone.

Feilin didn't have the concept of "gone" for dead. If someone was gone, they were really gone.

Submitting the manuscript and then running away, what a strange operation.

"According to the band he belongs to, Kailan is not their long-term musician. He only signed a one-year contract. After the end of his year of travel, which was last week, he returned to the Silver City of the Elves." Elsa explained.

"He is really an elf?" Drogo was a little surprised.

The Silver City-State is a well-known elven city. The entire city is filled with iconic pure white buildings, which are claimed to be built with bricks and tiles watered with milk.

Drogo had smelled it before, it was just lime. It might be believable to use milk to water a building, but using it to water a city was a bit too advanced in productivity.

The Year of Travel is a tradition of the elves. They will spend three to five years traveling around the continent before reaching adulthood.

It sounds like the elves are not a race that is complacent, but in fact the purpose of the travel is to make young elves aware of the superiority of the elves.

Because my ancestors were wealthy, I habitually think that I am still wealthy now.

However, it was 300 years ago that the elves took the lead over other ethnic groups.

For the elves, not even a generation has passed.

"What else? His last name is Finarfin." Aisha answered as a matter of course.

Surnames can distinguish ethnic origins. For example, Finarfin is a standard elven surname. Those who like to use tools as surnames are dwarves, and those who like to use weapons as surnames are orcs.

It is worth mentioning that there are actually eight people named Tomahawk in Tomahawk’s tribe of his generation. These Tomahawks decided in a very peaceful way who was worthy of being the only Tomahawk of the tribe.

Have a fight.

In the end, Tomahawk won.

"Toto's last name is Amastacia."

"Toto's last name is this?" Elsa always thought Toto was just Toto.

"You've been her colleague for almost two years!"

“Should colleagues know each other well?”

That makes sense, Drogo scratched his head.

He originally thought that the one named Kailan was also a half-elf, so it would be easier to find him.

Elves are said to be a noble race, but they are full of scumbag men and women. In addition, they are good-looking, and it is quite common for them to run away after having babies. So this is how most half-elves come about.

Besides, a free and casual style like jazz doesn't seem like the style of elves.

It would be reasonable if the music was made by a half-elf who was without a father or a mother and was struggling in the city and trying to have fun in the midst of hardship.

But it happens to be a purebred elf, which is a bit troublesome.

Orcs and goblins cannot enter the Silver City-State, and not only can the drow not enter, their presence nearby is tantamount to starting a war.

"Contact Master El," said Drogo.

He wanted to use his special skill, the "give face" method, borrow El's face, and directly call the elf over.

Saint El and his team of transformation school mages are also in the Twin Towers.

Cooperate with the illusionist to carry out the project of transferring the redstone series spell models into the divine bones.

The prototype of a high-tech industrial cluster has already taken shape.

Sutton Silicon Valley!

Soon, the old elf arrived at Drogo's office.

"No."

After hearing Drogo's description, he refused outright.

"Why?" Drogo didn't quite understand why El refused, "Aren't you the former Elf King?"

"Yes."

"Aren't you the current number one wizard of the elves?"

"Yes."

"Is it difficult to find an elf in your name?"

"It's not difficult." Old Al replied.

"Then why?"

"You promised to make the elves interested in the God's Skeleton Network technology," El explained, "why not go to the Silver City this time and bring the network to the elves."

El took out a letter and said, "I believe that you will make money from the elves sooner or later. This is a letter of introduction that will facilitate your entry into the city. The prophecy reveals that you will have unexpected gains this time."

The old elf looked like a charlatan.

Ever since he learned that prophecy magic operates on a principle similar to big data, Drogo felt that its credibility had increased.

Mathematical probability is definitely more reliable than some mysterious flash of inspiration.

"Okay, I'll go there then."

Drogo is very idle now. The Tom and Jerry storyboards he drew a few weeks ago are enough to update for several years.

So much so that now painters have portrayed him in a very mysterious way, with some saying that he is a messenger from outer gods who brought endless knowledge.

Drogo wants to have endless knowledge, and if he has that ability, he can also use it to promote culture.

Magic goddess?

Just a wild god on the side of the road.

The Silver City is located in a valley, with a heavy silver city gate and two tall guard statues at the entrance of the valley.

There was a long queue outside the city gate, all of whom were people transporting supplies into the city.

Although it looks very prosperous, Drogo is not optimistic about this place.

In the agricultural era, this place was easy to defend but difficult to attack. In the industrial era, with no transportation and no mines, its future of gradual decline, population loss, and a vicious cycle is already written on its face.

Thanks to the accumulated advantages of magic and magic devices, the Silver City-State can also support the affluent life of the elves in the city.

It’s just that all this is based on the services provided by a large number of foreign workers.

Once the advantage is gone, backlash will follow.

At that time, other ethnic groups should enter the city to grab territory. The Silver City-State is not the Silver City-State of the elves.

We must hurry and get all the gold coins that can be exploded before this place decays.

As a new outsider, Drogo needs to undergo entry inspection.

In fact, this was not his first time here. There was some minor friction when he came last time.

He took away some property, and the elves got the opportunity to build a new house. Everyone had a bright future.

"What is your purpose for coming here?"

An elf sitting on a high platform asked seriously.

His duty is to eliminate all other ethnic groups that might sneak into the city illegally.

There are enough of them in the city now.

However, we must carefully distinguish between them. If they have the potential to be laborers, we can bring them in to make up for the shortage of labor.

Anyway, there is no need to provide any welfare benefits to the people working under the mafia, they are just consumables.

"Visiting a friend," Drogo answered.

"Who?"

"Keiran Finarfin."

There is indeed such an elf in the city, and the information of each elf is recorded in the sacred tree and can be viewed by authorized elves.

"How long will it stay?"

"Until we find that elf."

The elves on the platform were alarmed. Without an exact time, the possibility of them staying secretly increased dramatically.

"Work."

"The boss of Drogo Group."

A strange group that I have never heard of, and it has a name that is so annoying to the elves.

Impression score -1.

“Annual income.”

"I haven't done a specific count, but it should be much more than what your entire city earns." Drogo answered confidently.

As for visas, he knows that the higher the income, the easier it is to pass, and people are welcome to consume everywhere.

The elf stared at Drogo closely.

If you lie, your impression score will be -1.

"What kind of education?"

"I'm a genius, I'm self-taught."

Drogo said very proudly that apart from the things he knew through inheritance, he learned the rest through self-study.

The elf has already made a judgment.

A dragon who tells lies, never went to school, and can't even transform.

He had already guessed the story in his mind. Kailan had just returned from his travels, and this dragon must have fallen in love with Kailan outside. Is this a male dragon? That doesn't matter. He never doubted the freedom of dragons.

Now that he has chased them to the Silver City-State, he must be trying to use his relationship with Kailan to stay.

Think beautifully.

"Not allowed!" The elf hammer knocked on the bell, signaling the next person applying to enter the city to come in.

Drogo pulled out the envelope.

"What are you going to do? Bribery! I warn you, I am an honest elf."

As he spoke, he took the envelope.

I pinched it with my hands first, it was so thin and didn't look like there was anything good in it.

At first glance, the signature on the envelope looked familiar, and it was written in Elvish.

"Elderon?"

The elf stood up suddenly.

"You are Elderron's friend, why didn't you tell me earlier? I am still here to examine you. Please follow me."

Drogo followed into another room.

In the pure white room, there was only a white round table with a leaf that faintly glowed with golden light on it.

He knew it, the leaves of the sacred tree.

In the legends of the elves, the source of all knowledge is the gift of the sacred tree.

So they once believed in the sacred tree, but of course now they have become cowards and have converted to believing in the magic goddess.

But still respect the sacred tree.

"Please touch the leaves of the holy tree. If you want to enter the Silver City-State, you must obtain the approval of the holy tree. This is a rule that must be followed." said the elf.

Drogo touched the leaves with his claws.

He wasn't worried about any problems, after all, he was now nominally Elderon's friend.

And if the Holy Tree really had the ability to threaten him, he should have used it the last time he came to the Silver City-State.

That time he even nibbled a few leaves, but there was no reaction.

The moment the tip of the claw touched the leaf, the consciousness was instantly pulled into a space.

Familiar feeling.

Is this tree also a divine corpse?

No, the holy tree is a living tree. Did you see the living gods?

Just as Drogo was wondering, the spirit of a bird slowly landed.

It looks very similar to the spirit of the deer in the North.

What’s going on? Are spiritual beings condensed from faith so common?
If it existed before, he should not have heard of any news about it. It is very likely that this spirit also appeared in recent years.

"Yes, I chose to wake up two years ago."

A voice entered my consciousness.

Oh my god, it can talk!
Drogo was very surprised. This deer had a much higher intelligence level than the one in the North.

What is this? A resurrected God?
"I am not a god," the bird-spirit replied, seeming to have direct access to Drogo's thoughts.

The next sentence was even more beyond Drogo's expectations.

"The goddess of magic is not a god either. Her life is on the verge of collapse."

Drogo panicked. Just hearing this one sentence was enough to convict him of treason.

I just want to get rich, and I don't really want to get involved in the power struggles whether among gods or some mysterious creatures.

Because there was one thing he knew very well, he couldn't defeat the Magic Goddess.

What he didn't expect was that the bird spirit threw out an emoticon of Drogo, which was Drogo huddled up with his knees hugged, with the caption "Not panicked at all".

I can't stand it any longer.

It doesn't look like a proper spirit.

This is the unexpected gain that Old Al was talking about.

He now seriously suspected that Eldron had received instructions from the Holy Tree and tricked him into coming to the Silver City-State.

"I just want you to take it easy," said the bird spirit.

"Where did you learn all this?" Drogo asked curiously.

He could sense that this spirit had no ill will towards him.

"Luling Social Circle. I need to learn the current language after I wake up."

Don't learn well.

Fortunately, today's Internet slang has not developed to the stage of abstraction, otherwise it would be difficult to imagine a scene where a bird spirit opens its mouth and expresses filial piety and happiness.

"What did you come to see me for?"

Drogo didn't believe that everyone could see the bird, because if that were the case, news about it would have spread long ago.

"You can use my power to spread the network. This may be the best way to destroy the false god."

"What's the connection between these two things?" Zhuo Ge felt annoyed. Why did running an Internet business involve so many things?

"Bring the web to the elves."

"Why don't you just let them connect to the Internet?" Drogo believed that given the status of the Holy Tree among the elves, showing off its holiness would be more effective than any promotion he could do.

"It is impossible to force an individual's will to go against instructions."

"Wait, instructions, what instructions?"

Drogo hated the feeling that there seemed to be a big conspiracy that was related to him, but he didn't know the whole story.

"Beyond the authority to answer this question."

"Now I really want to know what you and your kind are like."

“Please make the Internet accessible to every corner…”

The bird spirit enters repeater mode.

Then, Drogo left the consciousness space.

I hate the Riddler. No, I hate the Riddler Bird.

Drogo was very unhappy. Where did he learn this style of not saying things clearly?

"You maintained a connection with the Holy Tree for 3 minutes and 50 seconds. The Holy Tree must like you very much. You passed." said the elf.

Tch, Drogo curled his lips. The speed of time flowing in his consciousness was the same as outside. Didn’t the novels always say that only a moment passed in the outside world?

Bird spirit, it's really lame.

"What do you mean? 3 minutes and 50 seconds can't be the longest time in history. Am I now a holy dragon protecting the city recognized by the Holy Tree?" Drogo teased.

"You're kidding. Do you need me to lead the way for you?"

"No, I'll just go shopping by myself," Drogo replied casually.

He discovered that he could access the Holy Tree's network at any time, and the bird spirit really believed that the network access was open to him.

There aren't any complicated spell models in there.

Compared to the "shit mountain" style that has already appeared, the red center with a lot of messy spells is extremely clean.

There is only one place to store and search all sprite information.

What ultimate box weapon?

With the help of this information system, Drogo quickly located the address of Kailan's home.

Let's put aside the issue of the elf becoming addicted to the Internet for now. The important thing is to take the composer away as soon as possible. The soundtrack is the last link in the production of the Tom and Jerry film, and it cannot be released if it is not completed.

According to the address in the sacred tree, Drogo came to a rather gorgeous white house.

There are exactly 5 spires.

If I remember correctly, the price of houses in the Silver City-State is positively correlated with the number of spires.

What he mainly wanted that time was a 7-pointed one. The 5-pointed one is considered to be the best among the best.

Knock on the door with your claws.

"I'll open it!" A shout came from inside, followed by hurried footsteps.

The door slammed open, as if Drogo would be gone if it were a second later.

The person who opened the door was a pretty elf whose gender was difficult to tell.

All elves are good-looking, and those who are mixed-blood are all good-looking as well.

"You are Kailan..."

Before Drogo could finish his question, the elf grabbed Drogo's claws with tears in his eyes.

"I am," and then whispered, "You are the boss of Drogo Group, right? Can you kidnap me?"

"Huh? Stop talking nonsense, I'm going to sue you for defamation!" Drogo is now a serious businessman and never does anything illegal or criminal in public.

"I heard that Sister Aisha was kidnapped. I can kidnap her too. It will be too late later!"

(End of this chapter)