Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

"Elder, could you give me another piece of lamb chop, just one piece, just one piece will do." The little black dragon lying on the backpack asked embarrassedly.

He couldn't resist the temptation of lamb chops.

So delicious.

Moreover, it tasted different from the sheep he caught himself. He knew it would taste better if it was cooked, but he didn't know how to cook it just right.

It will just spit out a breath of fire first, and the rest depends on luck.

Those were the best lamb chops he had ever eaten.

There are a lot of flavors stacked together, and a lot of salt, which is a good thing in the wild.

"No more. You have eaten up all the rations I brought. Not even a bone is left." The green dragon replied.

He used to not spit out bones, but now he has become a delicate green dragon that doesn't eat bones.

This little black dragon, which had not had a full meal for who knows how long, ate nearly 20 kilograms of food at one time.

Fortunately, the prize for finding a dragon is much greater than this.

Because the green dragon was dissatisfied with his slow speed and could not keep up, it chose to carry him on its back as well.

The cargo backpack is hard, so it is no problem to put a baby dragon in it.

Moreover, there are not many express deliveries at the moment, and the car is not fully loaded.

"And you don't have to call me elder," said the green dragon.

Because of the dragon clan's extremely long childbearing age, the issue of seniority is a mess.

The kind of Fulin and Doudou have is considered relatively clear in the dragon family tree.

It is common that dragons of the same age who do not know each other are actually relatives, but at the same time they are eight generations apart.

Therefore, in the dragon language, dragons older than oneself are called elders if they have titles, and those without titles are all called elders.

Those that are as big as ancient dragons are called ancients.

It's a very formal name. For the green dragon who has begun to gradually get used to the atmosphere of life in Waterdeep, it's a little bit uncomfortable to be so formal.

"My name is Mir Kusor, or you can call me Mir."

"Okay, Mir."

"What's your name?" Finding that the little black dragon was a little nervous, Mil decided to chat with him.

Delivering goods this way is pretty boring anyway.

"My name is Nixla, also called Nick!"

"Your scales are very beautiful. It's rare to see a black dragon with such shiny scales."

"Thank you, my father is the same."

"Who is your father?"

"The great Thraxis Blackscale!"

"heard about it."

Actually, I haven’t heard of it. This is Mil’s realization of wanting to become a manager!
"Since your father is the 'great' Black Scale, why do you look like you've been hungry for a long time?"

Nick was embarrassed to hear Mir ask this, "I thought I could be independent, so I ran away from home early, but I didn't expect..."

"I didn't expect to see how dangerous the world is." Mir joked.

“I can survive on my own!”

"Yeah."

"Really! It's just that I met a group of very powerful people. They kept chasing me, so I ran away."

"A very powerful person?"

"Yes, the place you are taking me should be safe." The people who were chasing Nick seemed to have left him with a deep psychological trauma.

"Ha, if Waterdeep isn't safe, then there's no safe place."

"Are all the dragons there powerful?"

"Not only are the dragons powerful, but everything there is powerful."

"Do not believe!"

"You're about to see it."

As the green dragon Mir finished speaking, the view in front of him suddenly opened up. Two dragons, one big and one small, rushed out of the jungle, and the front was open.

In the distance, one can see a huge city without walls, spread out on the plain at the estuary.

Nick's eyes gradually widened as he stared at the strange city. He could smell the rich magic energy there, as if it was a giant beast, swallowing and spitting out metal and inscriptions, with magic flowing in its veins.

You can see many dragons flying freely in the sky.

Since he was born, Nick had never seen so many dragons at the same time, nor had he seen so many dragons flying.

His intuition told him that this place was really powerful.

In comparison, the team chasing him was completely insignificant, they were just like a group of scavengers.

Maybe it was a wise decision for me to come here.

Yes, that’s right, I chose to eat lamb chops because I knew it was the right place to come. It’s not because I was too greedy and couldn’t help myself…

At the same time, in the woods dozens of kilometers away from them, a team of fully armed soldiers, wearing full sets of armor, carried the most advanced firearms available on the market, with different numbers of scratches carved on the butts with knives to indicate their battle records.

They are checking the land for traces.

"He fell here, rolled twice, and then fell here."

A middle-aged man was lying on the ground, observing the footprints carefully.

"There's not only one dragon, but also an adult dragon. A very strange adult dragon."

"What's weird?"

"Judging from the size of the footprints, it should be a dragon that has grown up not long ago, but the depth of the footprints is too deep, not the depth that a dragon of this size should leave."

"Maybe, too fat?"

"What nonsense! We haven't seen a dragon that fat in years."

"What if we run into one more dragon? Wouldn't that be a good thing for us? When has the Broken Tooth Dragon Hunters ever been afraid of a full-grown dragon?"

This group of warriors were none other than the famous Dragon Hunting Group of the Adventurer's Guild. They set a record for the oldest dragon hunted by humans in over a hundred years.

One thousand and twenty-four years old is enough to be called an ancient dragon, and it is not far from becoming an ancient dragon.

The team made the most thorough preparations for that battle, but the losses were still heavy. More than a dozen brothers were lost, and several survivors were too seriously injured to bid farewell to the adventure.

But the result was worth it, they became famous overnight and became one of the highest-earning teams in the guild in the past decade.

Now they are independent from the guild and are responsible for their own profits and losses.

Despite strong strength, life is still not as good as it used to be.

The high-level adventure groups that took on private jobs also became excited and lowered their prices one after another.

Labor scab!

The team leader got up from the ground and spat to the side to express his dissatisfaction with his colleagues.

It is time for the Broken Tooth Dragon Hunting Group to transform.

Although he was a soldier, to do such a dangerous job and live into his forties with all his arms and legs intact, in addition to excellent strength, a clear mind was also essential.

Compared to the Drogo Group, they are really nothing.

I'll change my career after finishing this job. Anyway, the savings I've made are enough to live a carefree life for the rest of my life. It's okay to do any job. Even if I earn little, I don't have to worry about dying in the wild one day.

"It may not be a good thing," the leader said, "After the two dragons encountered each other here, their footprints were very messy, and when they left, only the footprints of the adult dragon were left. Where did the little black dragon go? Don't forget our main target. That is the most beautiful black dragon I have ever seen in my life."

The most beautiful one is also the most valuable.

In addition to magical materials and medicine, another major source of income for dragon hunting is to satisfy the nobles' collecting hobbies.

Who would refuse to have a smart, cute little dragon that can send them away?

Of course, being too smart is not a good thing, but alchemists have plenty of ways to make dragons stupid.

"Perhaps, they had a conflict, and the big dragon killed and ate the small dragon. It's not uncommon for hungry dragons to eat their own kind."

"It doesn't make sense. There is no sign of a fight here. Perhaps the more likely possibility is that the adult dragon took the little black dragon away, and the direction they left was..."

"In the direction of Waterdeep City," the team member next to him answered, his tone full of hesitation, "Should we chase after them?"

The head of the group lit his pipe, took a deep breath, and fell silent.

After a few minutes, he replied, "Go, go once, at least take a look, just in case."

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Waterdeep, Lord's Mansion.

Drogo looked at the host screen with interest, where a report was displayed.

《Shock! The Drogo Group actually uses dragons to transport goods. How do they control the dragons? What kind of evil conspiracy do they have?》

It's so right. In this article, there is no clear statement about what evil conspiracy the Drogo Group has, or what means they use to control the dragons, but between the lines, it reveals a feeling that the Drogo Group is not holding back.

There are also a few pictures with tricky angles, as if they were taken secretly in some taboo place.

They all look like dragons carrying backpacks.

The snapshot technique is pretty good, and it very "spiritually" captured the moments when the dragons' eyes looked very "dangerous".

All the elements are gathered together to make a conspiracy theory marketing article go viral.

Not surprisingly, this article went viral on the Internet and was forwarded crazily.

However, the number of views of the Zhuoge Group’s refutation, despite the forced popularity manipulation in the background, still failed to catch up with the rumor-mongering article.

Headache.

As expected, people naturally like to read rumors, but as for the truth, it is quite boring.

Ever since Drogo launched a public opinion offensive, this tactic has become a regular tactic of Flynn.

It works so well.

The cost is low, the effect is strong, and the impact is difficult to eliminate.

As for this report, Drogo thought it was another case of some blind force doing this.

It turned out that this article was written by a young man in his early twenties purely for entertainment.

"Why did you write this?" Drogo asked curiously.

In front of me, the author of this article was kneeling on the ground, trembling.

In fact, Drogo didn't ask him to kneel, he just couldn't stand.

The young man had never seen such a big scene in his life.

Early in the morning, while he was sleeping, the door of his house was suddenly kicked open, and two strong orcs rushed in. They picked him up without saying a word, grinning, and threw him into the car. They drove all the way at full speed, making him dizzy and he vomited violently after getting off the car.

After finally coming to my senses, I realized that this was the lord's mansion.

While being carried upstairs, he had already thought of his last words.

Now being questioned by Lord Dalong, he said with a trembling voice: "Please tell my mother..."

"Who's going to tell your mother? What's the meaning of this dying look? I ask you why you wrote this article."

"I, I, I just bet. They, they don't believe that I can become popular on the Internet. I said, I said, I can become popular by writing anything, so, so, I bet a silver coin."

"Just one silver coin?"

Drogo thought this was too worthless.

"I am guilty, I am guilty, I repent."

"Your confession is useless. Your writing is amazing."

"Thank you, no thanks, it's not good, my writing is not good."

“Why did you dare to write then if you are afraid now?”

“I didn’t think much about it at the time.”

Drogo scratched his head. What was this all about? He didn't think too much about it, but the resulting impact was greater than many of the deliberate plans.

Is this talent?

"Alright, detain for fifteen days, fine one gold coin, publish information on a public platform to refute the rumor and apologize, and cooperate with Drogo Group in all subsequent rumor-refuting work."

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die..." The young man was lying on the ground with snot and tears.

"Who said you were dead? Detention."

"Hey, I'm not dead? So, detention and fine?"

"And the apology is the most important thing. And after you apologize, you don't even want this account anymore."

"Thank you for your forgiveness, Lord. Thank you for your forgiveness, Lord. I didn't expect that this was the only punishment."

"What else do you want? Compensation for all the losses caused by this article? Can you afford it? This is really a mess. Do you understand the rule of law and a society ruled by law? Okay, take it away."

Drogo waved his paw.

The rule of law is a necessary prerequisite for social progress. In the past, there were only basic laws and the rest depended entirely on the mood of the lord, which was totally unacceptable.

If the law is unknowable, then its power is unpredictable. If the rules are not clearly written, how can people do things?

As for how to eliminate the impact of this report, it ultimately depends on ourselves.

The internet is abuzz with conspiracy theories about the Drogo Group.

Similar to Drogo, who is actually a member of a mysterious organization that secretly controls the world and is a puppet placed in the open.

The red center symbol is the symbol of the mysterious organization. All celebrities who have displayed the symbol in public have joined the organization...

This is the same thing with conspiracy theories everywhere.

very annoying.

The best way is to just ignore it and wait until the heat passes. People will no longer care about it and only a few conspiracy theories will remain in their minds, and the impact will not be that great.

You can also come up with something positive at the same time, to divert some attention and dissipate the negative energy of conspiracy theories.

In response to this, Drogo set up a 24-hour live broadcast room of the Dragon Kindergarten, broadcasting the young dragons eating, sleeping, playing and learning to hunt.

There is also a special camera staring at the two eggs to see when they hatch.

Cuteness offensive.

By the way, it also covers the cost of kindergarten.

The problem is that there isn't a cute enough front-end dragon to attract fans.

There is something more positive. After receiving these dragons, Drogo immediately came up with the script of "How to Train Your Dragon". Unfortunately, there were not a large number of actors who could act with the dragons.

So it was shelved.

"Boss," Aisha came in and said, "The green dragon Mir brought back a young black dragon, which is said to be the offspring of Black Scale."

"Black Scale?" Drogo thought for a moment. "Oh, I've fought this Black Scale before. I have to go and see it."

……

Outside Waterdeep, a dragon gathering area.

A few hundred meters away from the dragons.

The Broken Tooth Dragon Hunting Regiment, dressed in camouflage, were observing the situation through unclear binoculars.

"There is only one adult green dragon at the scene, the target is the black dragon, and there is also a red dragon that is smaller than the target black dragon. Captain, it seems that we can defeat it."

"Hmm..." The leader groaned for a moment, "We can't fight. Ignore the green dragon. Tie up the black dragon and run away."

He ignored the smaller red dragon in his words.

"You don't want an adult dragon anymore?"

"Of course not. Let's solve it as soon as possible. Where are the baggage?"

"It's already hidden one kilometer away."

In addition to weapons and food, the dragon hunting group's baggage also included several collectible dragons they captured alive.

"Okay, after we capture the target black dragon, take the supplies and evacuate using teleportation."

"Use teleportation? It's too expensive."

"Life is at stake, prepare, act!"

At the command of the team leader, a team rushed over a distance of several hundred meters at an extremely fast speed.

As the distance got closer, the team leader had a bad feeling. Why were these dragons not moving at all and just staring at them?
Before I could figure it out, I had already rushed to fifty meters.

Then he knew why the other party didn't move.

The sudden huge pressure made his movements deformed. The pressure was far greater than that of the thousand-year-old dragon he had faced before.

It's over, it's over.

"What do you do?" the red dragon spoke.

Let’s talk, is there anything to chat about?
The leader's brain was working rapidly.

"Well, I heard that the Drogo Group is recruiting giant dragons, so we, the Broken Tooth Hunting Group... the Dragon Hunting Group, brought a group of baby dragons, hoping that they can be accepted."

"Wish to receive it?"

"Hope to receive it!" Although this lie was so bad that all the creatures present could tell it was a lie, they had no choice but to say it anyway.

"I heard that Broken Fang is not a dragon hunting group?"

"We have changed our business and are now the Dragon Protection Organization. Like the Adventurer's Guild, we are looking for cooperation."

"The Adventurer's Guild can talk. They love dragons."

"We can also talk, we can also love dragons." (End of this chapter)