Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 90 A few things

Don't miss it if you pass by, the delicious potato and kale soup costs two coppers a bowl."

"Mushroom muffins, freshly baked, delicious, no money if they don't taste good!"

"We just shot a mountain deer and wild boar this morning. They are fat and fresh."

The noisy shouts of street vendors selling seafood, cooked food, and wild game attracted the adventurers and town residents who were rushing to and fro.

The golden town of Haikou seems particularly noisy and vibrant in the early morning.

The Centaur warrior Sunya led the Centaur warriors in the tribe and drove the captured Sahuagin slaves hurriedly through the noisy streets. These Sahuagin slaves must be nourished by sea water every once in a while, otherwise it will be difficult for them to survive on land.

But the aroma on the roadside attracted the attention of the Centaur girl. She signaled the team to stop, walked to a small stall, and asked, "Give me a mushroom muffin and a bowl of mushroom soup. How much?"

"Hey, it's just a small breakfast, it's not worth much, just take it," said the middle-aged man behind the stall with a flattering smile on his face.

He knew that this centaur warrior held a certain status among the dragon's followers and was also one of the sheriffs in the town, so he showed a flattering attitude.

The centaur girl Sonia shook her head, took out a few copper coins from her arms and threw them to the middle-aged man, then picked up a mushroom muffin and mushroom soup and started eating on the spot.

As the most loyal followers of Kalon, the Centaur tribe strictly obeyed the will of the dragon. After Kalon made it clear that such unscrupulous and freeloading were not allowed, Sonia had been paying close attention.

Moreover, relevant laws are gradually taking shape through discussions and research by Blue Dragon Doss and Blue Dragon Akzi. In the future, both the dragon followers and the residents will need to abide by these laws.

Even the giant dragons dare not defy the will of the Red Dragon Lord. The dragon kingdom is not a democratic society, but a world of absolute power.

What's more, now subordinates like Sonia who are capable among the dragon's followers will receive rewards from the dragon at regular intervals.

Although these rewards have strange names, such as salary or wages, Sonia is not short of money at the moment. On the contrary, she spends very little and is currently considered a slightly wealthy person.

The Centaur girl was enjoying the delicious breakfast. She felt that although the level of these humans was not as good as the halfling chefs in the tribe, it was still a good delicacy to try occasionally.

At this time, a fat merchant suddenly stopped in front of the Shahua merman slave. He looked at the wooden sign hanging on the chest of the Shahua merman slave for a long time before he said, "Why are these Shahua merman slaves so expensive? One costs three silver coins. Can they be cheaper?"

The centaur girl Sonia munched on a delicious mushroom muffin while mumbling in reply, "Three silver coins is not expensive, these Sahuagin slaves are strong and can be used as guards. You can also let them go into the sea to help you catch seafood and look for treasures." "Those precious corals, giant clams, pearl shells, as long as you buy these Sahuagin slaves, the sea will be an unguarded treasure house for you, allowing you to scoop up wealth."

While swallowing the food in her mouth, Sonia tried her best to lobby the merchant in front of her. As long as these Shahuamin slaves were sold, she could also receive some handling fees. Now the Centaur girl seemed to be influenced by the dragon master and liked to accumulate treasures.

The centaur girl's eloquence impressed the fat merchant. The merchant stroked his chin and muttered while thinking, "It costs three silver coins to buy a Shahua murloc slave, and the simplest slavery scroll requires five silver coins. I have to calculate how many murloc slaves I should buy, when I can get my money back, and how much money I can make."

Finally, the merchant muttered for a long time before making a decision. He asked the guard beside him to take out fifteen silver coins and handed them to the centaur girl. "Give me five Sahuagin slaves. I want the strongest ones."

The Centaur girl drank the mushroom soup in her hand in one gulp, then took the silver coin and put it into her pocket with a smile. There would be a few more shining silver coins in her small wooden box tonight.

"Damn it, be careful. This is the most important furnace for a blacksmith. Don't damage it. If you delay Lord Kalon's work, your leader will give you idiots a good beating without my help."

Kragon, a dwarf warrior who was quite strict and irritable in his professional field, cursed loudly. Several timid centaurs and kobolds sat in front of the blazing stove with their faces drooped as they listened to the dwarf's scolding.

These relatively smart and strong warriors in the tribe were chosen to be apprentices in the newly opened blacksmith shop of the dwarf Kragon. According to Charon, no matter how skilled a dwarf blacksmith is, he cannot meet the needs of all the dragon's followers.

Now the dwarf Kragon has become a craftsman appointed by the dragon, responsible for training apprentices and teaching the craft of forging to the dragon's followers.

So now the dwarf warrior is shaking in fear. In the past, all the money he earned from adventures was spent on drinking. His life was not poor, but he could not afford to eat. But now, he not only has his own blacksmith shop, but also has a certain status in the dragon's kingdom.

This made him almost walk sideways when he went out, although with the square body of the dwarf warrior, he could almost walk sideways. However, the only thing that bothered him was that these apprentices were too stupid, which always annoyed him.

"Forget it. Money is hard to earn, but wine tastes good. Just be patient," the dwarf Kragon sighed and directed these stupid apprentices to start blacksmithing practice.

Ding, ding, ding,
The wizard Lazi was startled by the ring of the visitor's bell and stood up from behind the desk dizzy. Seeing that the shadow assassin with a dogtail grass in his mouth was standing at the door, he shook his dizzy head and asked, "What's wrong? Is it time for me to rest?"

The shadow assassin shrugged with a weed in her mouth, her face looking a little bored. She said, "No, it's just that the slavery scrolls are sold out, and there are only two healing scrolls left. The priest asked me to come and urge you to work harder. The opportunity to make money is right in front of you, so don't be lazy."

"Oh, damn it, you might as well kill me," the wizard Lazi groaned in pain, covering his head. Looking at the table full of scroll materials and bottles of magic ink, the wizard began to regret opening this magic shop with these partners. These people really dared to treat him like a beast of burden.

(End of this chapter)