Chapter 57.
Chapter 57: Earning Marijuana
The words were already here, David couldn’t possibly swallow them back or wring the other party’s neck.
At that moment, he raised his neck and feigned a look of ‘you’re afraid that you’re not daydreaming’ and fooled around:
“Money? No, you still mention money to me?”
“.” Lizlette immediately stared incredulously with wide eyes as well.
‘What’s wrong with me mentioning money?’
She thought to herself how she was considered to have ‘negotiated’ her way into the gang, and technically wasn’t considered a slave captured by the other party.
So wasn’t it normal for dragons to talk about payment for their work?
If the other party insisted on her admitting this, she, Lizlette, would rather have a big explosion on the spot, but she would also take this unreasonable evil dragon in front of her and run together to Batou Hell to look for the five-colored dragons to comment on the reasoning.
But before she had the chance to speak, she heard David say in a serious manner:
“Come on, this way, let’s first do some math, I remember you said you were fourteen years old?”
“Ah” once the number of years was mentioned, the aspect that was once proud of by Lizzie Litt immediately became a sending point that made her feel ashamed, and her voice became a bit unconfident.
“So you’re thirty-six years away from entering young adulthood, right?” David pressed.
“Uh-huh,” Lizlette was asked, and at the same time, she had an extremely bad premonition.
“Look, let’s calculate based on the fact that a young dragon needs to consume food equivalent to 5-10% of its own body weight per day, and the other day when we were cuddling together and chatting about dragon life, I gave you a rough inventory of your weight, um, 758 pounds (343 kg)?”
“.” Lizlette’s eyes stomped wider and wider, with a look of how did you know that, no different from the perverted gaze of the Blue Star beauty next door looking at the kind of pervert who glares at you and then directly reports the precise circumference.
“Then it doesn’t look bad, but considering that you’re probably starving out there, I sent someone to prepare 80 pounds of dragon food for you.”
David said as he glanced at the licked and reflective dragon food bowl that could have looked in a mirror:
“But it seems I still misjudged your appetite, so I’m going to provide you with 100 pounds of dragon food to start, and increase it by ten percent each month.
“At our cost of 1 pound of mixed dragon food for 1 Dwensel copper coin, that’s 277,956,600 pounds of dragon food, or 277,956 gold coins, over thirty-six years.
“As for the costs associated with sentrying, escorting, and taking care of you in this lodging of yours, the Dragon’s Nest and Camp, I’ll just wipe out the zeros for you all together, for a total of 5,000 pounds of gold.
“Well, you first pay the expenses for food and lodging for these thirty-six years, and then we’ll talk about the issue of remuneration, by the way, haven’t we talked about the issue about the interest I’ll do the math ah .”
“Stop!!! Let me think, let me think.” Lizlette felt like she was going crazy.
She’d only just gotten here on her first day of being stationed!
In the blink of an eye, she owed such an astronomical debt to the detestable red dragon in front of her!
However, she used her brain to do some calculations, and it seemed that it was really so much money.
Moreover, according to the quality of the delicious dragon food, charging 1 Devonshire copper coin per pound, seems to be quite conscientious?
After all, according to what she had heard from the elven prisoners of war, a pound of consumed beef from the Old World in Dwensel was close to 1 silver coin a pound.
But here’s the question!
Did they dragons really spend so much money just on food?
With her memories from when she was a fledgling dragon, the sum total of her mother’s treasures, who hadn’t gone mad yet back then, was probably worth that much.
So. The vast majority of five-colored dragon mothers kicked out their children who arrived at the hatchling stage for the same reason?
Purely because they can’t afford it?
In just a short moment, the female red dragon that David had managed to bring directly into the ditch only felt that her old outlook on things had collapsed along with the continent’s price system.
Unbeknownst to her, David’s algorithm with word games and narrative trickery is purely a temporary arrangement to fool her brainless.
The cost of raising dragons is particularly high, but it’s definitely not as high as this, or else the elf kingdom in the New World that plays with flying dragon cavalry would have gone bankrupt long ago.
How does the elf side control the cost David did not know.
But on his side, the meat by-products needed for dragon food, weekdays let the young dragons cooperate with the elf prisoners of war in the vicinity of the camp can be taken care of, in the future really not enough can also let the white dragon Murphylle with fishing nets directly down to the sea to fish, all the freshest high-quality proteins and fats.
As for the staple food, he was prepared to directly import corn, wheat, barley and soybeans from the New World side as a plant protein supplement.
In the future, if the price of food rises to the sky, it is impossible to make do with all the fish and meat dragon food, or in the batch of elves to transfer a group of druids, idle and idle to look for berries in the forest to rub a little [Divine Plum Technique] to deal with a little bit of inside.
Anyway, the dragon is not a cat, plant protein can be absorbed directly. Can even be directly from the soil ore directly draw iron, zinc, copper, manganese, selenium, iodine and other trace elements can also avoid overdose lead to heavy metal poisoning, is a carbon-based organisms in the miracle.
On this point, David did not like the previous generation of black hearted cat food merchants like to the dragon food inside the soil is already considered to be the few remaining conscience.
But according to this algorithm, it seems that the entire camp’s dragon food can not only be self-sufficient, but can even be exported to other dragons in the future in exchange for wealth.
Then he had made a profit!
Once he thought of this, David was in a great mood, no longer paying attention to the female red dragon behind him who was getting more and more devastated by the calculation, and with the white dragon Murphylle, who was carrying a pot of fresh dragon food over to the far side and was ready to add a meal to his own meal before going out to work, but accidentally heard about such a horrific cost of survival that his brain stem was directly burned by the dry, and spread his wings to leave.
“Eh! Nope! I’m not the same as her ah, I Murphylle is the white dragon treasure that was brought back directly by the master ah!”
“Doesn’t that mean I don’t have to spend any money at all to eat dragon food? 或者说花的都是主人的钱，嘿嘿，嘿嘿嘿嘿。”
As long as he relied on the youth here, he could theoretically earn back the amount of treasure of an adult dragon just from eating.
The big smart Murfleur figured out the logic of this in a twinkling of an eye.
This shit!
Working for nothing can be so cool!
He, Murphy, has earned his keep!
Murphylle’s comforting nonsense was a word that woke up the dragon in his dream.
“Yeah. Why don’t we find a way to make that evil dragon pay for it?”
Then wouldn’t she, Lizlette, earn hemp as well.
For some reason, the most explosive gossip of the year in the entire continent of Skanis instantly surfaced in Lizlette’s mind.
That was the rumor that Pavla, the Red Calamity who was a Legendary Red Dragon, had directly dominated a poor Silver Dragon.
I don’t know if it was because she thought of some image that was inappropriate for young dragons, but Lizlette’s brain almost burned again, and she hurriedly shook her head to shake this shameful thought away:
“No no no! How can I give in to this evil dragon so easily!”
“Pull yourself together, work hard, and strive to be an independent female red dragon like Lord Pavla, Lizlette!”
Just as the red dragon took off for the clouds in a single flight to prepare to dissipate the heat from its soon to be overloaded CPU.
In the entire campground, there was only the brass dragon that was tied up in a cage.
“Ugh! Wooooooooooooo!”
In order to prevent him from disturbing the elegance of David, the red dragon who was the owner of the camp, following David’s will, except for eating, he was blocked tightly all over his body where he could talk, and even in order to prevent him from speaking in ventriloquism, he was also bundled up with iron ropes to give him a corseted corset of an elf noblewoman.
As a result, he went off on a tangent when he tried to speak.
And then he farted as soon as he spoke.
It’s really killing him.
But could this little difficulty be too much for a brass dragon?
He immediately used his mind as a touch and the dragon’s inheritance as a diary.
The outrageousness of what he saw today, the black heart of the dragon food, and the shamelessness of the red dragon were all written into a document called “Red Dragon Camp Insights”.
One thought of the scene when he turned around and published this bardic work that was destined to shock the entire dragon circle, the scene of fame and fortune.
He felt that his trip had not been in vain.
His brass dragon rune, Latimir.
He’d made a lot of money!
(End of chapter)