126.Chapter 126 Packaging
Chapter 126 Packaging
Devonshire Residence, the Great is not easy.
Like the capitals of most kingdoms, this port village, which was built a thousand years ago by the High Elves of the old continent of Scannis, has evolved and developed over the millennia, and the port port portion of the early years has long been overloaded.
Less than eight square kilometers, crowded with nearly 100,000 people of the High Elves, a large population, infrastructure and even the drainage system can not keep up with the demand, you can no longer elegant and elegant to go.
With the sudden increase in demand for expansion, in addition to almost the same year with the Devonshire together with the reclamation of the construction of the city of Saiorus, a few hundred years ago across the banks of the Langdon River, the rise of new towns, especially the elf king’s palace together with the move, so that the original port city completely reduced to the so-called lower city.
Although the new Dwensel City is more than three times larger than the previous area, but still can not hold a political center, trade center for the population siphoning ability, coupled with the port every day for the demand for temporary housing of foreign merchant ships, so that the Dwensel City, land and property, the same fell into the inch of gold synonymous with land.
“This is your real estate lease contract and key, please take it.”
Looking at the forty-two stacks of golden Dwensel gold coins that his son David pulled out from the [Portable Cave] and stacked on the counter, Attilia, who had once lived in the Silver Grand Duke’s castle for nearly ten years, suddenly felt a pain in her flesh.
Even though these 4250 gold coins were only the money he used to earn by slaughtering a fat sheep with [Regeneration] or by traveling with [Manipulation of Heavenly Signs].
But now that he was broke and hadn’t had time to earn enough money, he had no confidence to do anything, and seemed to be afraid to do anything.
No need to be surprised, dragons are strange creatures like that.
The rich dragon and the poor dragon are two different faces and styles.
That’s why most of the dragons have a lot of dark history when they were young, half of which is about money.
For example, stealing their mother’s treasure or being coaxed and kidnapped by the Drow to become a breeder in Spider’s Nest City.
But David, who looks like a light-hearted person when he pays, is also hurting inwardly.
Because this is probably the first time in his dragon life to spend money, or a large amount of money.
For David, he was impressed by the 18 pounds of gold used to resurrect the barbarian.
It was enough money to resurrect the brute four times, although it only covered resurrection, regardless of crippling and after-effects or whatever.
But the magic world with magic, ‘life’, is so magic and ‘cheap’.
As long as one was rich enough, souls were able to be bought and sold.
As for the time used to save the dragon’s father does not count, that is the dragon, have to ensure that all the whiskers and all the tails, the one who pays is also his mother.
After all, no matter which world, is the pup sells the master’s field heart does not hurt the majority not.
At least he used it to save his father, instead of taking it to ‘game recharge’ and ‘rewarding female anchors (such as rewarding the green dragon Nymphadora to make her lick more vigorously or something)’.
However, after seeing the newly moved Silver Dragon family spend four times the price of renting the mansion without blinking an eye, hiring twelve large carts for purchasing food, furniture and a dozen Gray Elf maids to sit on the wagon’s cargo and shake their white feet together, and then move all kinds of items into this mansion that blends perfectly with a huge ancient oak tree, it still caused a sensation and amazement to the busy neighborhood at the fastest speed. neighborhood with the quickest sensation and amazement.
Even the high elves, as proud as they were, couldn’t help but feel envious and jealous of this kind of large sum of money.
It should be known that in Devonshire City, depending on the type of work, an ordinary elf would be paid between 8 silver coins and 2 Devonshire gold coins (decimal).
And in just half a day, this Silver Dragon family in front of them had splashed out at least 20,000 Devensel gold coins in this neighborhood.
It was enough for an average elven family to live relatively generously for half a century.
Since the one who lived there wasn’t exactly the ‘rich elf district’ adjacent to the elf king’s palace residence, but rather the ‘golden oak district’ which was closer to the main commercial artery.
After the Silver Dragon family of Daviyutos displayed this ‘not bad for money’ gesture, the High Elves’ original polite but slightly cool condescension towards them turned into ‘warm or reserved smiles’ with the speed of a startled dragon.
Especially those shopkeepers who had been visited by David with the stores that might be visited.
After all, condescension was condescension, but no one would explicitly go against money no.
Even for this reason there are many neighbors with bouquets of flowers and accompanying gifts to come to the door to get to know each other and exchange pleasantries.
So when David’s family officially moved into this oak mansion full of high elf style, waved off the attentive gray elf maid.
In addition to his sister Tania, who still has the energy to play like a cow cat in the room and the courtyard.
David father and son have been together some tired back lying in David looking for elf craftsmen specially made miniature dragon nest.
“I say. Do you need to be so extravagant?” Attilicia, who had spent the first half of her life basically living like a brave soldier, was as if she was living in a dream.
It was only the first day in Devonshire, and without doing anything, she had poured in nearly 450 pounds of gold. He was heartbroken.
David was heartbroken too, but it was all about making more money.
As for why he wants to make so much money, it’s because of [greed], of course.
In addition to being a dragon’s natural instinct for treasure, it’s also because of the [greed] of the [greed] itself.
Ever since getting that astronomical amount of loot in Spider Nest City, the great sense of accomplishment and satisfaction instantly gave the power [Greed] an explosive growth.
So much so that David had a new understanding of the power [Greed].
This is roughly like when a reader reads a novel, when they have a longing and anticipation for the future plot, this is [Greed], and when this anticipation is fulfilled by the subsequent plot, another [Greed] is likewise fulfilled, and thus there is more [Greed] for the follow-up.
And the benefit of the accumulation of [Greed] was also obvious, the original [Greed] eye of him after leaving from the Spider Nest City had been able to grow from foreseeing the follow-up for an instant to foreseeing it for close to a second.
This was enough to make him ‘invincible’ in battles against ordinary opponents.
Thinking of this, David, who had his claws on the Drow reparations, immediately feigned disdain in the manner of an old son educating his son:
“You know nothing! This is called packaging do you understand?”
Attilicia how can not understand David’s meaning.
Due to shedding the identity of ‘Attilicia’ as the Dragon Island’s foreign emissary, it was then that another identity was needed in order to dispel the strangers’ stigma and suspicion.
And undoubtedly, the rich and intellectual was a good choice.
Just like certain rich districts in the developed countries of Bluestar, as long as you are a homeowner inside, even the security guards and patrolmen can treat you with smiles and courtesy.
On the contrary, those who have a glance on the smuggling and criminal suspicion of special people, the police patrol did not come to find you even good, and once found suspicious behavior is basically:
Stop and check! Hands in the air! You have the right to remain silent! You talk to a lawyer! Don’t move. Get on the ground!
But any intent to resist, the knee goes up to the neck, or you just empty the magazine.
As a silver dragon, Davy didn’t attract this kind of treatment from the High Elves though, quite the contrary, they would also place a high value on Davy’s well-being to avoid diplomatic strife.
But dragons are dragons, and while they are considered powerful and dangerous, they also tend to fall into the background of bardic biographies or behind-the-scenes bosses.
After all, anyone who walks down the street and sees a northeastern silver tier that they’ve only seen on screen, even if they know it’s a ‘protected animal’ and have been told by the keeper that they’ve had enough to eat, would want to get as far away from it as possible, not go up to it in a deathly passion to pet its ass.
“So, do I have to get a job to wrap it up too?” Atilicia, who was doing this sort of thing for the first time, asked as an afterthought.
After all, even for a family of silver dragons, living in a mansion without the slightest income was not at all like a dragon’s attitude towards life. I’m afraid the High Elves would have to wonder if they were demons in disguise, so that they could perform some kind of rituals or sacrifices in Devonshire.
“I have an idea would you like to hear?” Davy swept his tail.
“Hmm?” Artilicia looked over at her son who didn’t know what another idea had been born.
“Weren’t you worried before that Tania might not want to attend Devonshire Academy of Magic?”
Tania, who was parkouring in her new home, suddenly braked and tilted her head in protest on the spot:
“School? What school? Tania doesn’t want to go to school! I’ve awakened the beginnings of spells, and I’ve got a bunch of magic in my Dragon’s Legacy that I haven’t had a chance to practice yet, so I’m not going to play house with a bunch of long ears!”
“Well, what if our dad accompanies you!” David gave a devilish grin.
“Heck yeah /no/! I’m too old for school!” The two-eyed sister and the silver dragon’s old man replied in unison.
David looked at his own old man as if he was looking at an idiot:
“What kind of school are you going to, I mean for you to apply for a teaching job at the Magic Academy.
“Just teach alchemy, that way, maybe we don’t even have to buy alchemy equipment.”
“Ah this.” Atilicia instantly understood David’s idea.
Like, there’s something screwed up wow.
It’s just that a silver dragon teacher who openly teaches the art of alchemy at the magic academy is secretly a potion smuggler who works with his son.
It’s like one of those bardic biographies.
It’s like the villains in those bardic biographies.
I’ve seen your comments, and it seems that most of the readers are still in favor of updating at noon, so I’ll change it as soon as I can.
(End of chapter)