Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 5: Young King, Serial
Elsa hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time.

Although the conditions in the Dragon's Nest are very good, it is not a human city after all, and there will always be a lack of security.

There are no goblins or ghosts around me. It’s not that I’m discriminating, but they just look really creepy.

Stretch yourself lazily with contentment.

The warm sunlight on the left shining on the quilt makes people feel happy.

The brown-green old face on the right is smiling grimly...

What do I see?

Elsa shook her head and woke up, realizing it was not a dream.

A pointed nose, narrow pupils, and a gaping mouth full of jagged teeth. Is this a goblin?
Ren 82!

"when did you come?"

"I'll be there at night. The toy store is under renovation. I can't show up during the day."

In theory, Twin Towers City welcomes all races equally, but a group of goblins showed up on the commercial street in broad daylight, and every store they entered had to close.

Prejudice is not obvious, but it always exists.

"Then why didn't I hear any sound?"

"Dead soul, curse you, your hearing is gone."

"..."

It’s hard to judge that the first time I was cursed was for sleeping, but never mind, at least the starting point was good.

"Thank the dead for me."

Elsa walked out of the bedroom. The building had been completely renovated and the subordinates were working as efficiently as ever.

The walls of the first floor were painted pure white, and there was no furniture except for a few long wooden tables.

There is a yo-yo placed every 30 centimeters on the wooden table, on an exquisite stand. The name and price of the corresponding ball are written on a small white card below.

Generally, the price ranges from a few to dozens of copper coins. In Drogo's plan, the styles of yo-yos will be launched according to the plot of the comics. First, low-priced yo-yos will be released to open up the market and become popular culture. Then, specific models will be sold at the price of luxury goods.

The word "epidemic" in Taser is used to describe infectious diseases, so it's quite appropriate to put it before culture.

This was a strange and apt description that Drogo often used.

Next to the walls on both sides are several rows of wooden shelves, filled with yo-yo strings, gloves, and storage bags, divided by color, like a rainbow.

It feels like they are not selling toys, but high-level magic equipment.

The second floor is divided into several single rooms, providing customized painting and special effects services, with prices calculated in gold coins.

Elsa could never have imagined that the illusion she used to confuse the kobolds would be worth so much money.

In a room on the second floor, she saw an unexpected person.

It was the half-elf tour guide from yesterday.

The dark circles under Toto's eyes were so heavy that it looked like he was about to die suddenly. He stood weakly in the middle of the room, holding the firefighter in his hand.

She just couldn't understand, was forcing people to play with toys a new hobby developed by the nobles?
I heard that people who take this kind of job don’t play with this kind of toys?

There are two drow standing behind him, a Asian dragon in front of him, and a goblin in formal clothes next to him. I have never seen such a weird combination. This is not a toy store, but a bandit’s den!
"Magic ball."

She finally understood that the dragon was the leader and the goblin next to it was the translator.

Recall the action.

Sleep, kick the ball with your index finger, wind the line with your other hand, put your hands together, collect the ball, and then release it.

"Yes, cradle."

"Iron Tower."

"catapult."

……

The moves become more and more complicated.

Beads of sweat hung on Toto's forehead. He didn't know much anymore.

"Cross-bounce."

Lift the line, connect the line, circle, bounce, change the position of both hands, catch the ball, bounce again...

broken!

Toto's hand shook, the ball's falling trajectory shifted, and the ball brushed against the rope and fell without being caught.

"Click."

She heard the sound of a crossbow being drawn behind her.

Silence fell in the room.

Damn it, I really won't see the sun tomorrow. A few seconds later, a contract was slapped in front of her.

"It's already pretty good that you can achieve this level in one night with the Fire Warrior. From now on, you are a clerk in the toy store, with a basic salary of three silver coins per month, and a reward of five silver coins for each move you develop that is not on the paper."

Drogo's yo-yo skills are only at the elementary school level, and he doesn't know many moves. He really needs someone who can teach him new moves, otherwise the comic plot can't continue.

But Toto's performance was really impressive. It was very difficult to connect a spherical shape like the Fire Warrior.

I am very curious about what kind of incredible moves a world with super powers can develop.

"You're here," After dealing with the half-elf, Drogo also noticed Elsa outside the door, "It's time to find the painter."

Drogo actually knows several other languages, but the dragon's body structure does not support his vocalization, so he has to take Elsa with him as a mouthpiece.

He was not looking for a famous painter; an ordinary painter would be enough.

I came to a street where portrait painters gathered and found a shop with the least business.

Being able to open a store proves that you have basic skills. If business is bad, then your skills are probably not very high, then it is easier to lower the price.

In fact, portrait painters are having a tough time these days, thanks to the advent of the camera.

The camera is a product of joint research and development between the Science and Technology Society and the Mage Association.

Scientists provided the mechanical structure and optical devices, and mages refined the photosensitive materials.

Everyone is excited about the birth of new things, except the painters.

Because the most common job for painters here is to paint portraits for people, and no artistic expression is allowed. The more similar the portrait is to the guest, the happier they are.

Now the job is fully covered by photography.

Of course, there will be people who lightly say that those painters who don’t know how to change deserve to be eliminated by society.

But when it comes to individuals, change is never easy.

Drogo and Elsa walk into the store.

"jingle--"

The bell hanging on the door rang, and the painter who was sitting hunched over the drawing board suddenly stood up, his bloodshot eyes wide open, like a patient in a terminal state of consciousness.

"Hello, what type of portrait do you need? I majored in oil painting and am good at all angles..."

"no need."

Hearing what Elsa said, the painter's back instantly hunched over and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Don't you want to take another look? This wall is full of my sample paintings."

"I don't need a portrait, I want a caricature."

"comics?"

The artist's expression was conflicted. He knew what comics were, but he was a painter, and painters couldn't draw comics, at least that's what he thought.

"Yes, comics. I have drafts of the content here. I'll give you new ones every week. This is a long-term job."

The painter rubbed his hands in a bit of confusion, long-term work was very attractive to him, but his colleagues were having a hard time these days, and artistic ideals could not make a living.

But if he really started drawing comics, he would be looked down upon by his teachers and friends. If the industry gets better in the future, he would not be able to fit into his original circle.

"You eat all black bread."

"what?"

Elsa's sudden remark made the artist a little confused.

She pointed to a bitten piece of black bread on the table.

It's not something delicious at all. It has no taste at all and has a fermented sour taste. It will get stuck in your throat when you eat it, and it takes a lot of effort just to swallow it.

"I remember painters used to wipe their paintings with black bread, and now you are eating it."

The artist felt embarrassed and regretted not putting the food away.

Elsa continued, "So you have no choice, or I can find another painter on this street who doesn't want to continue eating black bread."

The artist finally agreed, because drawing comics was better than working in a factory and eating coal dust.

He also asked not to be named, and Drogo sincerely hoped that he would not regret it in the future.

It turns out that hungry painters are incredibly efficient.

He finished the first chapter in just three days, which was faster than a cartoonist with assistants from a certain island country on Earth.

Strong and powerful, really strong and powerful teeth.

After checking that there were no problems, Drogo delivered the article directly to all newspapers in the city, stating that he did not want any royalties, but allowed reprinting and secondary creation.

The original purpose is to promote yo-yo, so naturally the more newspapers and magazines it appears in, the better. Every extra person who sees it means there is one more potential yo-yo player.

Two days later, the first long comic in the history of Feilin Continent, "Fire Boy King", officially began serialization.

(End of this chapter)