Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 239 Eat two fish for one fish

Drogo's memories are being read...

This is the disadvantage of having a brain with too much capacity. If you want to recall something, it takes a long time to read the disk.

Probably ROM.

Ten seconds later.

Drogo's memory reading is complete!

He remembered who the doctor wearing a bird-beak mask was standing at the entrance of the headquarters.

It's the doctor!

It's not Drogo who's sitting here.

Because this doctor never said his name, he was always called doctor.

The last time I saw him was more than two years ago, during the filming of "Journey to the Holy Mountain".

He brought some of the actors who played zombies and suffered from strange diseases in the movie "The Dark World" to Dragon Island for research and treatment.

After so much time, the Twin Towers City has changed more than in the past twenty years, but the slums remain the same.

Dirty, run-down and lifeless.

The development of technology and magic seems to have forgotten them.

Fulin once initiated a project in the group to help patients, aiming to reduce their pain in the last stage of their lives.

Many people in the group were involved.

But the effect was minimal.

The number of new patients has gradually decreased recently, not because the "curse of the steam engine" has been solved, but because more steam engine manufacturers have cooperated with the church.

These factories cooperating with churches are easy to identify. There will be a small church logo on the sign. Depending on the size, the cooperating factory will have a pastor or a team of pastors sent by the church, or a small church will be built directly.

The pastors sent here are not here to provide psychological counseling; they have a certain say in the company's board of directors.

Simply put, the steam engine is about to become another "gift" from the goddess of magic.

However, after all, the inventor of the steam engine is still alive and is not a member of the church, so it is not easy to directly say that it was created by the goddess.

But it has begun to be hinted in various classics that the inventor was inspired to create the steam engine.

The inventor himself was also conferred the title of honorary archbishop, one level higher than the original bishop of Twin Towers City.

The church has a very useful and tried-and-true excuse for these things.

A long time ago, the saints of the church worked together to compile a set of things similar to an encyclopedia, called "The Complete Works of Divine Literature".

Drogo had an impression of this set of books. They were probably about theology, church history, biographies of saints, and prophecies.

The bad thing is the prophecy.

This complete set of books was lost during the war, and after it was lost it became a universal excuse.

Anything that needed to be described as something new and inspired by God.

Well, the historians of the church will accidentally discover, or dig out from somewhere, a scattered page of the "Encyclopedia of the Sacred Doctrine of the Goddess", which happens to record the relevant prophecy.

This trick was used frequently in the past, but later its rigor declined significantly.

Sometimes we dig out hundreds of years old fragments of paper from the ground, and it’s hard to make them look old.

Not as good as Panjiayuan.

It is used too much. Although no one says it, it is inevitable to have doubts in people's hearts.

So the church reduced its use and stopped doing it unless necessary.

Obviously the steam engine falls into the necessary category.

But it seemed that the church was still anxious and told Drogo to wait a little longer, as there were signs of internal combustion engines appearing over there.

Humanity will soon have to give up boiling water for a short period of time and burn fuel instead.

Many people suspect that the curse on the steam engine is closely related to the church, but there is no evidence.

Drogo was one of them.

"Doctor, it's nice to see you again. I hope you bring me good news."

Drogo said as he walked towards the doctor.

There are only two possible outcomes: either the patients taken away will stay on Dragon Island forever, or a cure will be found.

Even if there is a treatment method, it will be difficult for Drogo. Now he is openly in a cooperative relationship with the church. If he directly promotes the treatment plan, wouldn't that be undermining the party?

"Thank you for your help. Three of the patients we took away earlier survived and have recovered," the doctor replied.

"Well, that's good news," Drogo said, not looking very happy. "Let's talk inside. It's not a good idea to stand here."

This incident was a fairly secretive one in the early days of the Drogo Group, and the fewer people who know about it, the better.

Upstairs, in Drogo's office.

"I didn't expect that in such a short period of time, the Drogo Group has developed to this extent." The doctor sighed first.

"Such a short time? It feels like a long, long time has passed." Drogo said as he poured a cup of tea.

I did it on purpose, just to see if the doctor would take off his mask and drink tea.

It is a thing of the past that doctors generally wore bird-beak masks. It is hard to say why they are still dressed like this now.

Maybe there is an extremely ugly monster under the mask.

According to the report from Long Island, the doctor in front of him wears a mask when he sleeps and locks himself in a small room to eat.

I don’t know if he is a bull warrior or a Mandalorian.

The doctor glanced at the teacup but didn't pick it up.

disappointment.

Drogo continued, "Is the way you cured those patients easy to replicate? How much does it cost?"

Drogo's idea is that if he can get past the church, he should think about how to convert the treatment into profits.

The medical industry also needs to make money, so don't always demand high professional ethics and dedication from people.

Giving more money is the best way.

But if the cost is too high, it won’t work. The price of treatment cannot be lowered and patients in the slums cannot afford it.

There is no health insurance in the Kingdom of Sutton.

"The cost is not high. The curse used by the church is a relatively rare one, which I can remove with potions. All that's left is to wait for my body to recover. The cost of the medicinal materials used in each bottle of potion is probably only two or three silver coins. Depending on the severity of the illness, a course of treatment will require five to fifteen bottles of potion," the doctor explained.

Drogo made a simple calculation, only taking into account the cost, and found that curing a patient would cost an average of more than 20 silver coins, and adding the costs of production, transportation, and sales in addition to the medicinal materials, he still wanted to make a profit...

It would be strange if patients from the slums could afford this amount of money!
Drogo rubbed his face helplessly.

"It's not easy to promote, but if you want to continue the treatment personally, I can help produce a batch of medicine, free of charge, as compensation for your time."

"No, my power alone is still too small."

"I can't just be a dragon and pay for charity," Drogo thought the doctor was going to use moral blackmail, "At least find some other organizations to share the burden, such as the church."

"That's not the case," the doctor said with a smile, "I don't need you to do charity. I am already very grateful that you have provided me with a safe research site. I want the church to bear all the responsibilities."

"Haha."

Drogo suddenly laughed.

I think this doctor is still too young and doesn’t really understand what the church is like.

"You ask the church to bear the responsibility, how can they bear it?"

If the church was really good at charity, the Bishop of Twin Towers City would not have easily paid out a million gold coins to make a game.

That's real cash flow.

Cash and assets are not the same thing.

It is difficult to estimate how wealthy the entire church is.

"I can prove that the curse used was released by the church."

"How do you prove it?"

"This curse is a defilement of a divine art. The traitors secretly modified the divine art and turned beautiful magic into such a corrupt thing, just to satisfy their own selfish desires." The doctor's tone became heavier as he spoke.

"Wait," Drogo interrupted.

As I listened, I felt something was not right. It seemed that the hatred between this doctor and the church was even greater than that between me and the church.

And he knows the church very well.

"How did you know about the church's magic of transformation? Can you use magic?"

Drogo asked, his claws ready to cut with heat.

I seriously suspect that this doctor is a church member and is here to sting the law.

How many years has each family been fishing?

"Don't prepare to silence me. I am no longer a member of the church. On the contrary, the church has betrayed their original oath and is my enemy."

The doctor said, taking off his beak mask.

An old face appeared, with dense wrinkles, tired eyes, and gray beard.

"Let me introduce myself again. I am Sam Fisher, a former church warrior."

He said extending his hand.

Drogo relieved the heat from his paws and extended his right paw as well.

I always feel like I've seen this old face somewhere, but it doesn't match the face in my memory, just a little similar.

I can only read the disk bit by bit and compare it, starting from decades ago.

Sam held the dragon claw and said slowly: "Long time no see."

"More than two years isn't that long."

"I thought you were going to kill me straight away."

"Why would I kill you? I'm a law-abiding good dragon, hahahaha..."

Drogo smirked, but suddenly his expression froze.

The comparison has been made.

Drogo stood up suddenly and asked incredulously, "Are you the warrior from that year?"

"it's me."

"The warrior holding the eleven-ring scroll!"

Drogo felt a little regretful at this time. Why cancel the thermal cutting? He might as well scratch it with a claw.

Shocked by this "old friend" who suddenly revealed his identity, Drogo was silent for a long time, not knowing how to react.

Finally, reason prevailed.

According to what Sam just said, he should have defected from the church and has a principled conflict with the current church.

On the same front with him.

"You're not going to suddenly pull out another scroll of eleven rings and throw it in my face, are you?" Drogo said jokingly.

"No, of course not. That was the only time I received the goddess's blessing. After that, I never listened to her holy voice again."

No, after hearing what Sam said, Drogo realized that he had only broken up with the church, but had not betrayed his faith in the goddess.

So it's not exactly one battle line.

"Why do you call the present church apostate?"

Drogo calmed down, sat back on the sofa and asked, wanting to see how much information this former church warrior could reveal.

"You abandoned your dragon's lair after I, uh, hit you with a scroll."

Drogo nodded, indicating that it was indeed the case.

It's still very painful to think about it now. Not all of his property was in the treasure chest monster. A considerable portion of it was used as decoration in the nest.

There is also a swimming pool.

A pool of gold coins!
Learned it from Uncle Donald Duck.

"That mission was called the Scourge Crusade by the church. Before the mission, the Archbishop promised that all ill-gotten gains in the Dragon's Nest would be returned to the persecuted civilians."

"Wait, I have to mention this. Although the wealth is indeed a bit unfair, it is definitely not obtained from persecuted civilians. The things I robbed can never be considered civilians." Drogo retorted.

"But the wealth of those nobles was also obtained by persecuting the common people." Sam said as a matter of course.

Drogo was speechless.

This kid is quite ideologically conscious.

Sam continued his story, "But the archbishop broke his promise, and took all the wealth away, not returning a single gold coin to the common people."

"Is the archbishop still alive? If he is dead, does he have any descendants?"

Drogo's little vengeance notebook is activated.

Now this archbishop and his family were directly promoted to second place after the Goddess of Magic.

"I am not sure."

"alright."

It doesn't matter, he can find it himself.

Sam told the rest of the story with anger on his face. "I reported this to the Inquisition, but received no response. Then I went to the Holy City and sought help from every respected bishop, hoping to seek justice for the civilians."

“But no one took it seriously.”

Drogo guessed where this was going easily.

"Yes, there was even an archbishop who, after drinking, said to me, 'I want to laugh at your promises.'"

Sam's eyes were bloodshot.

"The church, the entire church, has betrayed the vows they once made and their faith in the goddess."

"Is there a possibility that..."

What Drogo wants to say is that goddesses actually need money too.

"impossible!"

Sam immediately denied it, "He who is holy does not need these dirty worldly things."

Drogo shrugged, indicating that there was nothing much to say to these devout believers, and he could just think whatever he thought.

"Since then, I have never heard the voice of the goddess again. Not only me, but the entire church, including those saints who were supposed to communicate with her, have never heard the holy voice again. Goddess, she is disappointed in us."

Sam said this with tears in his eyes.

The entire church has never heard the Holy Voice?
Drogo was mindful of that.

He didn't think that the goddess was disappointed. When the gods were fighting, there were all kinds of people under her command.

Did you hear it again now?

If not, is the goddess really not good enough?

"So, for the sake of faith, I, Sam, a devout servant of the Goddess of Magic, have the responsibility to destroy this corrupt church and rebuild the holy church."

Sam said with a trembling voice.

"So you want to expose the fact that the Church cursed the steam engine."

"Yes."

"You're going to die terribly."

"I will return to the arms of the goddess."

My goodness, people with faith are not afraid of death.

However, Drogo did not want this warrior to die like this, as he would still be able to use him in future matters related to the church.

"It's just a matter of curses, it can't destroy the church."

"That can't go unexposed," Sam said loudly.

"I have a better idea. It still needs to be exposed, but you don't have to expose it publicly."

Drogo now knows what content to use in the video that puts the blame on Mammon.

(End of this chapter)