Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Peter felt like a doll at the mercy of others, numbly changing into one dress after another.

He never thought changing clothes could be so tiring.

The main reason was that he didn't have many clothes, and the few he had were of similar styles. In his nearly twenty years of life, he had never considered what to wear. He always wore whatever was still clean.

But not now.

As one of the main inventors of the most efficient weapons and magic firearms in history, Peter naturally has the "merit of following the dragon" and will be conferred the title of Viscount on National Day.

Of course, they were new nobles with no privileges or fiefdoms, and their titles were honorary in nature.

The only benefit, apart from the fact that it sounds nice to say, is the honorary allowance that will be paid until his death.

It is something that is dispensable to him.

The patent fee for the mage's firearms was so high that he couldn't even count it.

Peter had no interest in finance and was very self-aware. He knew that his talent lay in studying firearms, not in investment. If he insisted on getting involved in finance, he would most likely be cheated or even lose everything without having to cheat.

So all his money, except for the money he kept for himself and the money he gave to his family in Shuangta City, was deposited directly into the bank.

After the bank in Deepwater City connected to online business, he no longer needed to do any of this, as it could be done automatically.

So much so that Peter hasn't looked at his balance in a long time and doesn't care.

It’s just that at the bank where he keeps his money, no matter what holiday it is, there will be staff members coming to visit with a bunch of gifts, and they always say that if you need anything, just ask.

Based on the principle that since the other party has said so, it would be a waste not to use it, Peter asked the bank if they could help him choose a dress for the enthronement ceremony.

Then the other party immediately sent someone to take him to a custom tailor shop, and the money was paid in advance.

According to Peter's own idea, he could just pick one ready-made one. Why go through so much trouble? He would only wear it once, so he could just rent one.

But it was hard to refuse the invitation. The people sent by the bank were too enthusiastic, and they were the ones paying the money, so I felt embarrassed to refuse.

So, after trying the fabrics and patterns, after trying the patterns and colors, there are also personalized details, recommended accessories and a lot more.

Several hours passed in a flash.

I thought since I had already spent so much time on it, I might as well buy something less formal ready-made.

He planned to return to Shuangta City before the enthronement ceremony and invite relatives and friends to attend the ceremony.

In the end, Peter chose the most simple-looking style recommended by the store.

According to the store, it is "excellent aesthetics, excellent vision, countless hidden ingenuity under the simple appearance, exquisiteness and elegance coexist..."

Peter didn't notice it at all. He just thought that if he dressed too flashy, he would be beaten by his mother when he got home.

After saying goodbye to the smiling bank staff, Peter used intercity teleportation to return to where he grew up.

Factory area, Hibiscus Street.

Contrary to its refreshing name, this is not a good place.

It is a place near the suburbs, only slightly better than a slum in the city.

This is also the biggest difference between Waterdeep City and Twin Towers City. Beneath the glory of Twin Towers City, there are many ruins hidden.

He once thought that the Twin Towers City was the best city. Although life here was not very good, moving to other places would only make it worse.

Apparently, he was wrong.

The Twin Towers City was indeed developing non-stop, but the development here did not seem to have taken the grassroots civilians along.

The neighborhood was much the same as when he had left it two years earlier.

Two years was enough time for the big cities in the north to be built from scratch, for magic and firearms to be replaced by several generations, and for the legions using the firearms he invented to sweep the old nobility into history.

But it cannot change the familiar sour smell of the garbage dump in the Hibiscus Street area, which is baked by the sun and emits on hot afternoons.

Maybe he was used to it when he was a kid and didn't realize it was a bad smell.

I thought it was just the "smell of the air".

Peter was walking on a street that was exactly the same as he remembered. Perhaps because of the clothes he was wearing, people he met on the street recognized that he was an unusual person.

What's more, he was followed by a tall drow guard, which was a security measure that Drogo provided to important personnel in the group.

The ones sent out were drow, of course, because that was because Drogo could send out only orcs and drow. He couldn't send goblins, as it was hard to say who would protect whom.

However, in the eyes of passers-by, this means that they are not satisfied with ordinary guards and are looking for rare characters, which is even more extraordinary.

How could such a "distinguished gentleman" come to this neighborhood?

Out of long-standing habit, everyone who saw him would bow respectfully, not daring to look up at him, and could only stare at his boots until the boots were out of sight.

Many of these people were old neighbors who had watched him grow up, but they didn't even give him a chance to say hello.

When he called out the neighbors' names, they would just lower their heads even lower, wondering why this "honorable gentleman" would call out their names.

The few who dared to look up would see confusion in their eyes when they saw him, unable to associate him with the little kid who liked to run around the streets with strange spare parts.

This made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Although the aristocratic system has been almost completely overthrown, various customs are still deeply rooted.

Maybe this is what Mr. Drogo always said, change takes time.

The question is how long will it take to accomplish these changes?

When I arrived at the door of my house, I don’t know why, maybe because I hadn’t been home for a long time, but I was a little nervous when I knocked on the door.

"咚咚-"

"Here I am. Please wait."

The few seconds of waiting seemed particularly long.

Finally, the old wooden door in front of him was opened, and the person who opened the door was Peter's sister.

She was wearing a clean but rough dress that probably cost less than a button on Peter's shirt.

When she saw the person at the door, she felt both strange and familiar. However, there was a Zhuoer following behind him, which made her instinctively alert and she took a step back.

"I'm back, Lily!"

Peter opened his arms, ready to give his sister a hug.

The younger sister was stunned at first, then asked tentatively: "Brother?"

"What if you don't recognize me?"

"mom--"

Soon, mother came to the door, wearing an apron. The moment she saw Peter, her eyes turned slightly red.

My father, a mechanic, also took leave and rushed back from the factory, but my brother was still at the mine and couldn't come back.

"Who is this?" Mom looked at the drow guard.

"Naivala, Mr. Peter's guard." The drow introduced himself.

"Guard, guard hello, guard hello..."

The mother kept repeating it over and over again. Although she didn't know what it meant specifically, she knew that her son would definitely do well in his life.

Peter looked around the house and it was almost the same as when he left.

No, why is it almost the same as before he left?

He sends a lot of money back home every month, so why doesn't he buy some new home magic devices to improve his life?

After experiencing the convenience of those magic devices in Waterdeep, he could never go back to the old days.

"Why don't you buy some magic devices for home use? I send money back every month. You don't have to save it and be reluctant to spend it. Your son is making a lot of money now."

My father scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I had a serious illness before, lung disease, and it cost me a lot of money."

Lung disease is almost a common disease among factory workers in this era. It is just a matter of time before the disease occurs. Most factories today do not pay much attention to the health of workers, let alone labor protection measures.

"Lung disease? Why didn't you tell me?"

"We think it's not easy for you to work hard out there on your own, so we won't cause you any trouble."

"No, how can this be considered trouble? Why did I go out to work hard? Isn't it just so that you can live a better life?"

In fact, Peter felt that he did not really work hard. His life in Waterdeep was too smooth. He basically never suffered any hardship and achieved success just by relying on his hobby.

"Lung disease, is it caused by the environment in the factory? Didn't the factory director pay for the treatment?"

Faced with Peter's question, the parents looked at each other in confusion.

“Why would the factory director pay for my medical treatment?”

"Because your body was damaged while working for him, he must bear some responsibility."

After saying this, Peter realized that the Twin Towers City was different from the North. Many of the rules that he was accustomed to in the North did not exist here at all.

He began to dislike the place where he grew up.

"Where's your sister?" Peter changed the subject. "Why didn't she go to school today?"

He just felt something was wrong. Today should be a school day, so why was his sister at home?

When this was mentioned, the father became even more embarrassed. "Lily, she doesn't go to school now."

"Not going to school anymore? Why?" Peter clearly remembered that his sister's grades were good enough for her to continue her studies.

"Although she passed the entrance exam, she was rejected because her family background was not good enough and her grades were not much higher than the admission line. We spent a lot of money to arrange for her to continue her studies, but in the end it didn't work out. It was because I, as a father, was incompetent."

Peter is really angry now. What does "the score is not much higher than the admission line" mean?
It's more or less exceeded.

Can you eliminate your sister just for the sake of a child with a decent family background?

"Let's move to Waterdeep," Peter said. "They need experienced mechanics there. Dad can find a better job there, and the environment is better. He won't have to worry about his health. My sister can continue to go to school. The schools there only look at grades. I can help my brother with his job."

He decided to leave this place with his family.

There's nothing to be nostalgic about here anyway.

"Wouldn't that be a burden to you?" said the mother. She was always afraid of causing trouble to her children.

In her simple mind, as long as the children live well, they don’t need to repay her as a mother.

"how could be."

Peter was thinking about how to convince his family, and soon he thought of the best way to persuade those who had not changed their ideas.

"Dad, Mom, I'm a noble now, a viscount. I can fully support our family and I'm not a burden at all. I came back this time just to take you to my coronation ceremony."

The effect of the Viscount's status was immediate, and my mother asked the drow guards for confirmation.

Naivarra said: "Yes, the canonization document for Lord Peter has been issued. Now he is actually a viscount, but he has not yet participated in the ceremony."

This drow was also quite respectful. She had never called Peter "Sir" in private.

The mother's face immediately broke into a smile. She didn't know anything about guns, but she knew about the Viscount. She thought her son had really made great progress.

"Okay, okay, let's move. We've had enough of Twin Towers City. While we can still move around, why not look for other places?"

At this time, the younger sister suddenly spoke up, "Brother, are you going to invite us to your ceremony? And not invite anyone else?"

The tone is quirky, and it is obvious that the "others" has a hidden meaning.

Peter pretended not to understand, "I was planning to invite Parker."

Parker is his good brother since childhood. He went to work in Deep Water City with him and is now a small manager in a construction company.

"Really? It's just Parker?"

"Well, who else? We can't invite our neighbors as well. The number of places is limited and I don't know them very well." Peter rubbed his hands together to ease the uneasiness in his heart.

The younger sister finally stopped pretending and said directly: "Where is Sister Grace? You won't abandon Sister Grace just because you have money, right? If you do that, I will look down on you!"

Peter's face flushed, "I, I..."

"What do you mean by 'I'? Go and invite Sister Grace! If you can't invite her, don't come back for dinner!"

The sister pushed Peter out the door.

In fact, Peter had planned to invite Grace, but as a child who had suffered from inferiority since childhood, although he had gained fame and fortune, he still could not change his inferiority complex.

I still feel that I am not worthy of Grace.

At this time, he needs a relative or friend to "kick him" from behind to force him to be brave, so the sister "kicked him".

Arrived at the City Lord's Mansion of Shuangta City.

Now with his status, he no longer has to stand awkwardly outside the manor, waiting for Grace to come out.

Arrived at the reception room smoothly.

"Please wait a moment, I will go and inform the young lady." said the butler.

Sitting in the chair, Peter's legs kept shaking.

Naivarra asked in a low voice: "You didn't bring any gifts?"

If she didn't bring any jewelry collection with her, it would be like worrying about protecting her target.

"Yes, of course I did." Peter's voice was shaking.

He displayed a brass ring.

"This is a ring made from the first bullet designed for the magic shotgun. I thought Grace wouldn't lack expensive jewelry, so I made one to commemorate it."

"You're quite good at it, kid."

Peter's preparations far exceeded Naivarra's expectations.

At this time, Grace also came to the reception room. She was still as beautiful as she was two years ago, but she was more capable.

Peter was about to speak when he found that the Lord of Twin Towers City had also followed.

It's all over. My brain went blank for a moment and I couldn't remember a single word I had prepared.

Even when I stood up, my legs were so weak that I accidentally half-knelt on the ground.

"puff--"

The city lord couldn't help laughing. How dare he come to Grace like this?

Then, in front of his astonished eyes, Peter took out the ring and said to Grace, "Marry me."

The city lord was confused. What kind of method was this?
How can you talk about marriage with anyone?

"Do you have any manners? How can you propose like this? Only Grace in our family would..."

Before he could finish his words, Grace responded directly.

"it is good."

A beautiful smile bloomed on her delicate face.

"Wrong finger, silly."

"No, sorry, it's my first time, I'm nervous, I'll learn it next time."

"Do you want another time?"

……

Then, the boy and girl embraced and kissed each other, completely disregarding the psychological harm caused to the father-in-law.

The city lord's face was red with green, and green with blue, just like the shining spherical lights in the nightclub... (End of this chapter)