Chapter 294: Not a brother, can you stop rolling, please?

Chapter 293: Not a brother, can you stop rolling?
Viora, who was in charge of planning and arranging at the site of the Montero Dragon’s Nest Guard Foundry, saw that stupid old brother of his own family wandering out with a face full of stupefaction just like Luther who had just lost from a love match, and immediately did not hold back to taunt a sentence:
“What’s wrong with you? It’s not possible that you can’t even handle a Drell introduced by Kryptonian’s mother after all this time, right?”

Yes, when Murphylle’s whimsical plan to solve his lower body problems was really listened to by Craytian, who was responsible for taking care of the physical and mental growth of their heartfelt young dragons.

And relying on his old acquaintance with the half-blooded Draconic Aliana, he introduced some Draconic ‘young ladies’ who followed Aliana’s ship on the sea to get to know them.

The result was predictable for various reasons.

Facts have proved that general dragons want to play friends with Zuoer, unless the master-servant relationship with mandatory contract constraints becomes a fluffy ball that can do whatever it wants and still can’t resist, or else it really can’t necessarily play with Zuoer’s sister.

In particular, Aliana side of this group of weathered baptism per capita comparable to the black dragon mom three hundred years old Zuoer young women.

Some of them have even coached Christos, the old red dragon.

It is not uncommon for a dragon to lose both its fortune.

It was not without precedent to even be psychologically shadowed by some heavy-flavored Zhuoer.

Of course, a dragon like Christos who had developed a relative sexual fetish in reverse, that was a rare survivor deviation.

Then as if she had been struck by [Faber’s Weakness Technique], dragging her wilted tail in a muddled manner while Violla looked on inexplicably, she couldn’t help but mutter to herself in disgust:

The little black dragon immediately rushed up, hard using its own body to squeeze the two dragons to the sides.

She was really fed up with the hypnosis from her mother .
She wasn’t even fertile at the moment!
If her mother mentioned it again in front of David, she doubted that she would bury herself with a mouthful of acidic dragon’s breath and dig a hole in the ground on the spot!
It was only after eavesdropping on the conversation and realizing that they were actually having a normal conversation, with no mention of herself, that Viora breathed a sigh of relief as she was about to walk away from the dragon.

If it were a normal day, Alphonse would have been furious at being poked and prodded.

She vaguely remembered her brother Alphonse as a smart and witty black dragon when he first left his lair, and even her mother had high hopes for him.

By deduction, it follows that near-white people are stupid!

It’s like what David said.

But ever since turning that white dragon, Murphylle, into a competitor for favor in the camp’s workplace and in front of Mother Krytian, his IQ has been plummeting towards the bottom of the abyss until now, it’s unbearable to watch!
Violla’s face was full of ‘sadness and anger’ as she retracted her gaze from her brother’s disheveled and depressed back, she was finishing up all the arrangements and was raising her tail ready to go to David to report her duties, so as to get the affirmation and praise from David.

“I’ve long said not to get entangled with that idiot Murfleur, dragon brains will all become stupid.”

The original jaunty footsteps came to an abrupt halt, ready to wait for his mother to leave.

Pondering the complex mapping of his ‘family’s’ relationships down the road, and how he was going to conduct himself in this outrageous relationship.

If he ignored the coloration on their scales, he would have believed him when he said that these were metallic dragons from Dragon Island.

“Simply shameless!”

‘Near Zhu is red? Near the ink is black?’

The black dragon’s mother’s exclamation of surprise also caused Alphonse, who hadn’t gone out far, to look back in admiration, and saw two large and two small figures walking together in full harmony.

It was only after looking Viora over in the silence with a tendency to blow up her scales a bit that she spoke slowly:
“Much more serious than that . Leave me alone, I’m thinking .”

But this black dragon shifted at the words, and actually gave his littermate sister a somewhat pitying look.

“Ah! Viola! What a big dragon you are, why are you still wandering around like a wanderer.”

It was in that moment that Alphonse’s head, which had just been straightened out a bit, plunged back into exploding chaos, and the man stood up with both claws covering his head:

But as she watched, Viora felt that the dragon’s mother was sticking too close to David, sometimes even touching David’s body intentionally or unintentionally, which made Viora explode like a sheepdog who saw a poacher:

She hadn’t taken more than a few steps before she saw her opponent, and the black dragon’s mother, who was following Davy along the tour.

“Alphonse think again. Think again.”

And this thought was actually associated with the figure of Sebritz’s prodigal silver dragon that could attack and retreat, as well as his seemingly ‘relatively cordial’ relationship with his own ‘red dragon’s righteous father’, David!
Then a lightning bolt was like crossing his head and thundering himself to a crisp.
Just as David was leading the black dragon Felicia and her daughter on a tour of the factory, the white dragon Murphyll, who had been temporarily pulled over by the factory assembly line, immediately sped up the speed of his dragon’s breath spewing as if he had been pumped with chicken blood.

As the saying goes, the big factory freezes, the small factory burns, and the roadside workshop is all about knocking.

This assembly line plant for smelting the Thunder Dragon Mortar and Pestle Dragon Nest Guard might not be as large as the scale of the next door Blue Star Battek’s Quinto Industry, nor could it be compared to the Batteau Inferno’s multi-universe level large factory.

But in Ella Rhea, that is absolutely beyond those on the market today rely on a few magicians with dozens of apprentices can build up the alchemy workshop.

Since there was a White Dragon under his command, a ‘high-level work type’ that could naturally cool down the sand-turned castings of the Dragon’s Nest guards to realize the nested assembly of the overfill fit, there was no reason not to use it.

Thus, Murphy Le and his white dragon brothers were happy to mention the position of ‘senior engineer’ in the casting workshop of the Thunder Dragon Mortar and Pestle, with an extra roasted turkey leg distributed in the daily dragon food.

In this regard, Murphylle and his white dragon brothers felt very satisfied.

It didn’t matter if Murphylle did this, his White Dragon brothers, whose average intelligence was less than 5, also followed suit.

Although their IQ was a bit low, they also knew that they had to behave better under the eyes of their own dragon lord and righteous father.

Maybe if His Highness David Yutos was happy, he would give them an extra roasted turkey leg in their dragon food?

As soon as the white dragons located at the upper reaches of the production line accelerated their dragon’s breath, which was comparable to ‘liquid nitrogen’, the castings of the guards began to increase at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.

In order not to fall behind when their own Dragon Lord led the ‘guest dragons’ to visit, the Blue Dragons downstream who were responsible for welding rune tracks to the castings had to follow suit and speed up. In a short moment, the tongues of the blue dragons led by Bray began to collectively smoke.

So much so that when David brought Felicia and the dragon lords who came to observe the ceremony to visit and inspect, what he saw was a ‘dragon spitting production line, all the way to sparks with lightning’, a magnificent scene of a hot fire in full swing.

Those who saw it all marveled at David’s good management of the territory and his dependents, and they also had a lot of doubts about David’s claim of being able to mass-produce Dragon Nest Guards to avoid the effects of dragon madness.

From the looks of it, this was a plan to play for real.

Only, these five-colored dragons were a bit too obedient, weren’t they?
So much so that Felicia, the Lord of Dozer, who was watching with a feverish gaze, couldn’t help but open her mouth to ask for scripture:

“I wonder how His Highness Daviyutos disciplines these five-colored dragons? I have never seen such diligent dragons.”

“Indeed, His Highness Daviyutos is truly a worthy example for us five-colored dragons to learn from.” The crowd of dragon lords followed suit and patted the dragon’s ass.

Where did David know why these guys suddenly shot up like chicken blood.

But that didn’t stop him from taking advantage of this ‘wind of leaping forward’ and raising his neck in front of the crowd of dragon lords to pretend x bragging:

“To be honest, I don’t know why they’re willing to bury their heads in the sand like that, maybe that’s where my Dragon Character charm as Lord Katgana lies, hahahahahaha.”

[Arrogance

These words had since caused a group of lords who were trying to procure dragon nest guards to curse in their hearts but in unison.

But obviously, their faces were almost constipated, but on the surface, they still had to compete and praise David’s charisma, which is the best among dragons.

After all, although David has claimed the [Thunder Guardian] arcane knowledge can be shared free of charge.

But the problem is that it is a Legendary Arcana.

In such a short period of two or three years, except for the group of ancient dragons or even ancient dragons on Dragon Island who have studied the depths of the spells, who the hell can learn it.

With the Dragon’s Madness coming soon, it would be easier and faster to spend some money on procuring the Dragon’s Nest guards.

If we can purchase some more and bring them back to Scannus or even smuggle them to the Torrell Plane, it would be an astronomical benefit.

This consensus had created such a comical image of the dragons at the moment.

It was only when David left the plant after leading a group of dragon lords from Scannis to visit.

Thunder Dragon mortar and pestle production assembly line, as a blue dragon Bray immediately took the lead in launching a denunciation of a group of labor thieves led by the white dragon Murphylle:

“No bro, can you guys stop rolling, please? It’s only the second day of the [Winter Feast]! If His Highness David sets production targets for the next three years based on today’s production, how can you let us all get along?”

“That’s right! It’s these white dragon fools who are always stirring up shit here!” A group of blue dragons and even other workers of various races on the assembly line also voiced out in unison.

Obviously, as long as everyone lay down together, with their production standards and craftsmanship that surpassed Ellaria’s, where did they get off with so much shit?

If what Blue Dragon Bray said came true, it would be a nightmare for them.

That will and the legendary 007 Bato hell second layer Dis sweatshop there is a difference to speak of!
Facing the group anger of the workers, Murphylle was also a bit abashed, but just for the sake of face, he still refused to bow his head:

“But our White Dragon brothers are just fast ah, you guys just sour go!

Bray immediately laughed up in the sky, and then opened his wings and bared his teeth in the attention of a group of dragon workers who leapt to their feet and roared lowly:
“For the sake of touching fish and vacation, fuck these white dragon fools!”

“Break their tails!”

“Anon ！！！！！”

David had just led a group of Dragon Lords out of the factory building in front of him, when armed conflict erupted in the Kutaro Thunder Guard Foundry in the back, causing a group of Dragon Lords to look at each other in disbelief:

“Your Highness Davy Eutos, this is…?”

Davy, however, wagged his tail and blurted out:
“Don’t pay attention to it, this is the working hours rest time I set for them, they can take the opportunity to relax their bodies and tense nerves, otherwise after a long time, there will be dragons who will experience depression, then, it will not be worth it.”

The crowd of dragon lords sniffed ‘oh’.

As if they had gained something.

Only the cries for help from the white dragons that couldn’t stop emitting from the plant behind them were gradually locked in by the gate:
“Ah!!! Don’t fight!”

“Your Highness, Daviyutos! Look at these lazy bastards!”

“Aigoo, stop it!”

“I have served the camp well!”

“I’ve shed blood for His Highness!!!”

(End of chapter)