Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 3: Making Vinegar for Dumplings

"Um--"

Elsa made the soft noises that a girl would make when she just woke up.

Rub your eyes.

Huh? There's a red dragon.

"Hmm! It's Drogo."

Even though it had been ten days since he was kidnapped, he was still not used to having a dragon around.

Or a dragon that plans to go to town to sell toys.

Well, it seemed there was nothing surprising. She had seen enough bizarre things in the past few days.

For example, thousands of yo-yos were produced, divided into several types based on differences in appearance and details, and given exaggerated names.

Like Fire Warrior, Storm Eagle, Speed ​​Demon, Shock Wave...

Each one sounds more intimidating than the other.

She also read Drogo's draft, and there were many characters that were not made, such as the Photon Elves and the Ice Spirits.

In his words, the goblins’ craftsmanship level was not enough to do it, so they had to seek cooperation from the dwarves.

What on earth is in that dragon's head that he can come up with so many weird things.

Thousands of yo-yos were packed onto the ship and were heading to the Twin Towers City with them.

Drogo was also shrunk to half a human's height, but because a dwarf Asian dragon was bred half a century ago and became a popular pet, the shrunken Drogo was not out of place.

There was a merchant on the ship who thought Drogo was of excellent quality and wanted to buy him for one hundred gold coins as a breeding dragon.

Elsa was terrified at the time, fearing that he would get angry and blow up the entire ship, so she quickly asked the two orcs who were accompanying him to drive the merchant away.

Yes, there are two orcs accompanying on this journey, responsible for moving goods and providing security, because if Drogo takes action the impact will be too large and force cannot be used casually.

As for why not use the teleportation array to Twin Tower City.

Or it’s because of Drogo. His magic resistance is too high, and the scale of the teleportation array that can transport him is only slightly larger than the legion-level teleportation array.

Sometimes being the first ancient dragon is also very helpless.

They were on the latest steam-powered ship, which had only been officially put into operation a year ago, and because of its insufficient power, it also needed the assistance of sails.

However, the cabin environment is much better than that of traditional merchant ships. In addition to the bed, there is also space for a table.

In recent days, Drogo has been writing and drawing at the table. If someone else saw him, they would definitely think he was hallucinating.

"What are you drawing?" Aisha asked curiously.

"comics."

"Is this a comic?" Aisha had seen comics. The clubs in the city would sometimes draw them, usually exaggerated satires, secretly posted on the walls. She quite liked them.

But what Drogo had drawn was very different from what she had seen.

Those comics are all in large formats, usually expressing the content in one picture, and the material is oil painting.

Drogo was drawn with a pencil on a book-sized piece of paper. The picture only had simple lines and was divided into many grids.

It's a bit like a simplified sketch, but sketches are usually just rough drafts.

"Of course it is, but it's still in the line drawing stage. We'll find a painter to fill it in after we get to Twin Towers City."

Elsa picked up the drawings.

"Fire Boy King", a name as strange as those yo-yos, it couldn't be referring to the Fire Warrior.

The painting skills are not excellent, but it is full of dynamics, and the content of each frame is continuous, as if telling a story through painting!

It showed two people standing on a bridge, popping out yo-yos like knights drawing swords, using moves like they were in a duel, and also painting the illusions she created.

"I will definitely surpass you."

"In the eyes of the world, my Western speed style of play is the most powerful."

"I will definitely come back for the next competition."

There were words in the small circles next to the characters, and she roughly knew that it was the characters speaking.

What is the Western speed style of play? Isn’t the West the territory of the barbarians?

The next plot is that the various colleges are going to hold a yo-yo competition and are forming teams.

The male protagonist saw injustice and used his yo-yo to knock away other people's weapons.

This is where the draft ends.

It feels the same as those brave hero novels, except that magic and combat skills are replaced with yo-yos. She loved this kind of content when she was a child.

Although it seems a bit embarrassing now, she is really looking forward to the hero showing off his mastery skills in front of the team.

Just thinking about it makes me secretly happy.

But who could she find to paint it? She knew some painters, and they all thought that pictures that needed words to be supplemented were not clearly expressed, and such paintings were a disgrace to their reputation. No matter, Drogo would definitely have a way to deal with this kind of thing. At worst, he could just rob someone else.

“How does it look?” Drogo asked.

"It's quite interesting, but you didn't draw so many pictures just to sell yo-yos, did you?"

"Of course it's to sell yo-yos. Don't you want to buy one after seeing this?"

"Is it necessary to go to such trouble?"

Elsa understood that the toy business usually only covered one or two blocks, and being city-wide famous was the limit. If there was any publicity, it would just be posting promotional pictures on the streets.

"Of course, we want to sell yo-yos all over the continent, even the world. Besides, don't you think yo-yos are difficult?"

"Indeed, but what does this have to do with comics?"

Elsa secretly tried to imitate the moves in Drogo's plan, but not only did she basically fail, she also got a bruise on her forehead.

The only trick he knows is walking the dog, which is to put the yo-yo on the ground, let it roll for a while and then bring it back.

The plan for walking the dog does not require an illusion, but with her strong suggestion, I can now summon a white dog.

“So I want to use comics to make people feel that yo-yos are very powerful things and form a trend. People like to follow the trend. In order to keep up with the trend, they will cross the difficulty threshold.

“And the comics themselves are pretty funny, aren’t they?”

"We've arrived at the Twin Towers City!"

The sailors' shouts were heard, announcing the end of the journey.

Passengers headed to the deck to get a glimpse of the continent's largest city.

Aisha was also very excited, she had never been to such a big city and her brother worked here.

Drogo was not very interested. The last time he came here was more than two hundred years ago. At that time, it was not called the City of Two Towers. The area was very small and the city lord did not have anything valuable.

However, there was an interesting young wizard who opened his wizard tower to provide refuge for the people.

At that time, Drogo became interested and sprayed dragon breath across the tower to scare it, but he didn't expect that it was all blocked by the wizard's protective shield.

If he were still alive, he would have been promoted to a legendary wizard.

After unloading, the goods need to wait for inspection by customs officials and can only be temporarily stored in the warehouse.

Drogo planned to take a walk first. It was the first time he saw a city from such a low perspective.

At this time, a half-elf came over. His clothes looked old, but neat and clean.

"Dear Madam, welcome to the capital of magic, the city of commerce, the birthplace of science and technology, the great twin tower city connecting two continents. I think you will need a professional tour guide for your journey."

Elsa looked at Drogo. Since they had arrived in the city, she was the only one who could speak for them.

"Take me to see the biggest toy store in town."

"Oh, you are such a childlike lady."

"It's not me." Elsa thought to herself.

They hired a carriage, but since Drogo collapsed in fear when he got close to the horses, Fei had to follow behind, and two orcs trotted along with him.

"This is Cornflower Street, one of the busiest streets. You can find anything you want here. Of course, the prices aren't great, but you don't have to worry."

The half-elf did his best to introduce it.

"Arkwright's Toy Store. It's definitely a good place to buy toys. I heard that even members of the royal family like the toys they design."

A three-story building. Zhuo Ge looked across the street and saw a restaurant, also a three-story building.

The half-elf was about to open the door when Elsa interrupted, "No need, let's just go to the store across the street."

"Of course, whatever you like. The seafood risotto of this restaurant is its signature dish. It is said that the chef is from Lar Island..."

Elsa walked into the restaurant and was greeted by a waiter.

"Welcome..." He didn't finish his words.

"Who owns this building?"

"Sir Baine." The waiter didn't understand, but answered the question anyway.

"Very well, please inform Sir Bain that Lady Aisha Stone wishes to purchase the building, and he will be offered an offer he cannot refuse."

The half-elf and the waiter were stunned. They wondered if there was something wrong with this guy's brain.

The store manager noticed this, glanced at the accompanying orc warriors and dragon pets, guessed that these were children who were spoiled by the nobles and he couldn't afford to offend them, so he hurried over.

"Ms. Stone, may I ask, why do you want to buy this building?"

“Open a toy store.”

"what?"

(End of this chapter)