Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 4 Family Heirloom

"What do you think she's going to do?"

In the magnificent study, Baron Bain, with his chest hanging down to his belly, his belly hanging down to his legs, and his legs filling the seat, put down his handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

"I want to buy your store on Cornflower Street, sir," the butler replied respectfully.

"No, I asked her what she was going to do with the store."

“Open a toy store.”

"Hiss..." Baron Bain combed his beard, "Does she have a grudge against the Arkwright family?"

“I haven’t heard of any related rumors.”

"How much is she willing to pay?"

"No, but she asked the manager to bring this." The housekeeper said, handing over a dirty cloth bag.

Sir Bain looked at the cloth bag with some disdain and waved his hand to signal the butler to open it directly.

He covered his nose with a perfumed silk scarf, arched his body and looked at it, and said to himself: "Why open a store opposite the best toy store in the city?"

……

"Of course, it's to take advantage of their customers."

In the restaurant, Drogo and Elsa are chatting privately through the magic in the contract.

Aisha was very curious why they opened a store opposite a direct competitor. It was almost like a mockery.

"Customers?"

"Yes, because this is the area most frequented by toy buyers. We can always get a piece of the pie without having to advertise our address all over the city, and our toys are unique enough."

Real business wars are often plain and simple. The phenomenon of stores of the same category opening together and "facing off from the middle door" is not uncommon on Earth.

You can often find McDonalds near KFC, and when you find a milk tea shop, you've found a bunch of milk tea shops.

However, the prerequisite is that the difference in products must be small, otherwise whoever has no business will be embarrassed.

Elsa seemed to understand, as she didn't quite understand many of the things Drogo did, such as asking her to give the store manager a rusty broken sword as the price for buying the store.

That Lord Baine would have to be a fool to agree to that.

I can't figure it out, dessert is more suitable for her.

The desserts in this shop are very good, especially the soufflé which tastes as light as bubbles.

Unfortunately, every time I eat, I feel guilty about gaining weight. The more I eat, the angrier I get, and the angrier I get, the more I eat.

Drogo watched in amazement as she thrust the spoon into the cup, scooped up the cake, and stuffed it viciously into her mouth.

What's wrong with this kid? Why is he so angry about eating a dessert?
The half-elf at the side was still telling the history of the Twin Towers City with all his heart.

"The eastern tower of the Twin Towers belongs to the legendary wizard Soren Ambrosius. In order to protect the civilians, he resisted the full force attack of the red dragon Drogo in the wizard tower..."

The dragon in question scratched his nose in embarrassment, at least now he knew the young wizard's name.

At this moment, the shop door opened and a fat man in gorgeous clothes ran in, twisting his hips.

While running, he shouted until his voice broke: "Where is the respected Ms. Stone!"

It was Sir Baine.

The store manager stepped forward to greet him, but Jazz ignored him and walked straight in Elsa's direction.

"Beautiful lady, I believe you must be Elsa Stone. I have heard of you before, but I never had the chance to visit you."

He also performed a very complicated ceremony.

Elsa still had a spoon in her mouth, and she didn't know how to behave when she saw the fat knight saluting with difficulty.

Sir Baine continued to speak to himself: "Thank you very much for recovering my family's ancestral sword. To express my gratitude, I have brought the deed to the house."

While he was asking the housekeeper for the house deed, Aisha quickly put down the spoon and changed into a dignified sitting posture.

She was surprised and asked Drogo if he had planned to open a shop early on and even snatched the knight's heirloom in advance?

"Not really," Drogo said casually. "Nine out of ten of the heirlooms of the nobles in this city are in my shop. I just happened to choose this shop across the street."

Bane put the two broken swords together, tears instantly welled up in his eyes. He kissed the family emblem on the hilt, and his hand holding the sword couldn't stop shaking.

"You know, this sword represents the glory of our family. My great-grandfather used it to bravely resist the invasion of the evil red dragon Drogo and cut off a dragon scale. The sword was lost in that battle..."

Hearing this, Elsa started a private conversation with Drogo again.

"Is this true?"

"It was a little off. I was packing things into the treasure chest monster when someone crawled over and I found him. He threw his sword over and ran away. The sword hit his foot and broke. I guessed it wasn't cheap, so I left it there."

"What about cutting off a dragon scale?"

"After being hit by the sword, I felt a little itchy, so I scratched my feet. I may have scratched off a lot of skin..." Sir Bain became more and more excited as he spoke. Bragging about the glorious days of his ancestors, which were a mixture of truth and falsehood, was an important part of aristocratic social interactions, so most of them would memorize a few sets of words.

"After driving away the evil dragon, my great-grandfather left behind the dragon scale, which became another treasure of the family. Every generation of the family head will carry it with him. May my great-grandfather bless us! The two treasures are finally reunited."

He took off the necklace, revealing a dragon scale hanging on it. The dark red color was exactly the same as the one on Drogo. He held it in his hand, rubbed it repeatedly, and kissed it solemnly.

Elsa seemed to realize something, and asked Drogo with the expectation that maybe it wasn't: "So he kisses it now?"

"Old foot skin, probably."

This was the first time she hated the etiquette of kissing so much.

The more solemnly Sir Bain kissed her, the more severe her physical discomfort became. Her stomach churned and it took a long time for it to calm down.

“Isn’t it a bad idea to use their things to buy their building?”

"It's okay. He still has to thank us."

“Thank you again.”

Bane bowed once more before leaving the restaurant with the family sword.

The housekeeper stayed behind to direct the evacuation, and they moved very quickly, basically completing the process before evening.

Some furniture was not taken away, so Drogo and his group stayed there tonight, leaving only the first and second floors as a store. There were not many types of goods anyway, only yo-yos for the time being.

At the same time, the half-elf Toto finished his tour guide work and went home in the sunset.

Of course, it’s not just the tour guide’s job.

A half-blood child who is welcomed by neither elves nor humans must have more skills if he wants to live a good life.

She is also an excellent thief, and her finger skills are widely praised in the industry.

The port is her work area, and tourists from other places are the most suitable targets.

What was the name of the woman I met today? I think it was Aisha.

She must be the daughter of some noble family, maybe she just graduated. Her love of stealing is written all over her face, and it would be a shame not to do something for her, as there is such stupidity in her eyes.

The stolen package was not heavy, but the fabric was very good, and the contents must be very valuable.

She had been holding back from looking at it. Her favorite thing was to open the harvest from the past few days.

It was getting dark and we had reached home.

The slums are a mixed place, literally a mixed place, with many species living together, from murlocs to dragons.

Check for strips of cloth stuck in the door before entering.

No fall, safe.

Push the door open and light the oil lamp.

"Let me see what treasure is here..."

“It’s worthless.”

"How is it possible?" She paused, realizing the danger, and reached out to the cabinet beside her, "Who is talking?!"

"Are you looking for this?" A tall elf with light gray skin and silver hair walked out of the shadows, holding a crossbow and speaking in a joking tone.

It's Zhuoer!
The most dangerous group of elves.

Toto had no time to think about how he had offended these guys. He jumped back to open the door and escape, but collapsed powerlessly.

When did you get poisoned?

Zhuoer walked over leisurely, picked up the package, and took out a red ball from it.

"This yo-yo is called Fire Warrior."

WTF?

Toto didn't understand at all. Could it be that Zhuo Er was seeking revenge on the wrong person? Let me explain!

Zhuo Er then took out a piece of paper with a picture of a hand performing some movements with a yo-yo.

Why does this look like a toy?
Toto suddenly realized that Zhuoer was actually Elsa's man?

"I heard you're a pretty good thief with deft hands. You have one night to complete the movements on this paper with the ball, and you'll be able to see the sun tomorrow."

Toto struggled on the ground, trying to say something incoherently.

The difference in strength was huge, so Zhuoer didn't worry about Toto escaping, so he detoxified him.

Toto took a few deep breaths to even out his breathing, and said with difficulty: "It will be cloudy tomorrow."

"..."

(End of this chapter)