"Sir Diapolo, can guarding the underground palace really accumulate wealth quickly?"

When Diapolo inspected the underground palace with only a rough frame and was about to leave, the Dragon Kerson Tan, the Earth who was responsible for building the underground palace, couldn't help but ask.

These dragons who follow Diapolo can be said to be all paupers. Of course, the responsibility lies not with Diapolo, but with the environmental limitations of the dragon domain.

It is difficult for powerful dragons to collect decent treasures in the dragon domain because there is no such thing as at all. They can only collect some precious metals naturally condensed in the depths of the earth veins, but how much this can be, it is not enough for dragons to share.

Therefore, the dragons who followed Diapolo to the main material world were delighted, but because in the dragon world, they had already been forced by Diapolo to make a contract, so they could not do it alone.

If they are in poverty for a long time, even if they are bound by contract, these dragons will definitely rebel together, but Diapolo promises them that they will bring them to wealth together, which will make them calm and honest.

"As long as you listen to me, don't kill too hard, don't be so stingy, and there is absolutely no problem in accumulating wealth quickly!"

Diapolo has already thought about what to do. After the construction of the local palace was completed, he released news to the public. There was no need to release too much, just claiming that there was a one-stop.

Dragons have always been associated with treasures, and adventurers who pursue interests will surely flock to lead them into the underground palace to adventure.

All kinds of wild monsters, mechanisms, etc. naturally need to be arranged. Of course, the mortality rate cannot be so exaggerated. It is too scary to die for a lifetime, so it is very persuasive to withdraw from the newbies.

However, it cannot be set too low. If there is no danger, the underground palace will be explored completely in a short time and it will be almost done if it is maintained at about 30%.

Secondly, select some lucky people and let them take the treasure out of the underground palace alive. Then, bribe the bards and spread it through their mouths, so that those who have heard the story think that entering the underground palace is equivalent to getting rich overnight, changing their destiny and reaching the peak of their lives!

Of course, planning is one thing, reality is another. It is difficult to turn your ideas into reality. The first thing is to control the mortality rate of adventurers, which is a meticulous job.

The second is to release some precious treasures and go out. Diapolo is very suspicious. If he did not interfere, the stingy dragon would probably not let go.

"Oh, don't worry, sir, I will follow your instructions!"

"Haha!" Diapolo smiled, cast teleportation spell, left the underground palace that was not connected to the ground, and returned to the castle. Calculate the time, the Earl of Downton should have explained it to his wife.

Entering from the city gate is different from when I first entered the city. At this time, Diapolo was walking leisurely in the wide and clean streets with the thought of appreciating his masterpieces.

He looked at the sides of the street, watching the citizens, adventurers, merchants, bards passing by him... all kinds of people walking on the streets.

"Well, such a solid guy should be a dwarf. Hey, his sharp ears are actually an elf. Tsk, this must be the credit for my city transformation, otherwise, the elves would be devilish if they were willing to come in."

Diapolo, who was wandering on the street with a very ordinary face, happened to see a forest elf dressed as a ranger. The appearance of this immortal species with a good appearance above the level line made Diapolo feel much happier.

Because this is to some extent an recognition of his rule during this period, most elves have a slight obsession with cleanliness, such cities with too backward sanitation... Not to mention elves with cleanliness, people with better living conditions do not want to go in.

"Hahaha, Garcia, come and chase me!"

"Emma, ​​wait for me, don't run so fast!"

"You're running too slowly!"

Just when Diapolo was in a good mood, suddenly, two children, about the age of **, chased and played in front of him one after another.

"Um?"

Looking at the two children who were playing in the crowd, Diapolo paused slightly, and then continued to move forward. He looked up at the sun in the sky, then looked at the inclination of the shadows of the buildings on the ground, roughly estimated the time it appeared, and suddenly frowned slightly.

"This time, it should be in class!"

At this time, Diabolo, who had no experience in governing the territory, immediately knew what he should do next.

The Lord, who had the idea, was walking on the streets of the city. He watched the children of school age, and then he discovered

If the younger children have a wealthy family, they can still play with their partners on the street. However, in many ordinary shops on the street, you can see many young-looking children who are helping with things like adults, and they are covered in dust.

"It seems like I have to hurry up, this is too wasteful!"

This situation naturally made Diapolo frown, which was far from his territory.

"Lord!"

As we approached the castle in the middle of the city, Diapolo gradually changed into the appearance of Downton. Amid the greetings of the maids and housekeepers along the way, Diapolo returned to the carefully arranged study room of the castle.

As soon as he opened the door, Diapolo saw two dogs and men who were almost hugging each other. If one of them had no entity, Diapolo would doubt whether they would go to war directly in the study.

"Sir Diapolo!"

Seeing Diapolo suddenly pushing the door and talking to his wife happily, Count Downton suddenly floated away for a while with a reserved look on his face and said hello to Diapolo.

"All the negotiations are done? Depending on your appearance, the misunderstanding should be resolved!"

Diapolo glanced at Catherine, who also had a faint smile on her face, felt relieved. It seemed that his female relative was basically going to buy it.

"Mr. Diapolo, I have already understood the situation. Thank you very much for helping my husband."

Catherine bowed deeply to Diapolo with a serious face, her attitude was completely different.

"You're welcome, it's just mutual benefit. Did Downton tell you about you? If not, I'll tell you!"

Diapolo casually pulled the chair behind the desk, sat on the chair, with his elbows on the table, and his hands crossed his chin, looking at the heroic and charming Countess, who had a unique flavor.

"I've said it, Downton told me, you seem to want to accept me as your relative?"

"Well, I admire you very much, so I don't know if you want to?"

"Mr. Diapolo, please allow me to offend me. If you ask me this kind of question, should you tell me your true identity first? If you are a believer of the evil god, wouldn't I follow you and fall into evil? This is something I absolutely cannot tolerate."

Catherine's righteous words were actually based on the increasingly obvious changes in her body, and she had already guessed in her mind.

"Actually, there is nothing to hide. Your husband should know that I am a dragon!" Diapolo's understatement seemed to have no concern about keeping it secret.

Earl of Downton is the soul body at this time and must be attached to him to maintain existence. And Catherine, haha, asked her if she was willing to be a relative, but it was just an open process. In fact, no one in this city has been eroded more seriously than her.

"What kind of dragon are you?"

Catherine, who had guessed for a long time, looked shocked on her face. She guessed it was one thing, but hearing the person admit it personally was another thing. However, she hesitated for a moment and asked the answer she really wanted to know.

"Sir Diapolo, please forgive me for your liberty, what kind of dragon are you?"

"hehe!"

At this time, Diapolo stopped talking, but behind him was a light golden light flowing, and gorgeous golden light marks meandered in the air, outlining a vague but recognizable golden dragon head behind Diapolo.

"Guess what dragon I am?"

"Sir Diapolo, since you are a dragon, why do you still have to pretend?"

Looking at the dragon head shining with a sacred luster behind Diapolo, Catherine breathed a sigh of relief. What he feared the most was that Diapolo was the kind of evil dragon with ill-conspiracy, but at present it seemed that it was not.

"Because I'm not strong enough, you can walk around the streets and alleys and you will know it after listening. Are there fewer stories and legends about dragon slaying?"

Diapolo's face showed a look of course. Why did he develop despicablely because he was afraid of being caught and killed inexplicably.

When they heard Diapolo's words, Catherine and Downton looked at each other, and their faces showed a embarrassed look. They did not expect that this would be the reason. To be honest, a dragon with the strength of Diapolo could completely occupy the mountain and become king.

"Okay, Catherine, are you willing to be my relative? If you don't, I can only take some special measures."

"Catherine Tate Will!"

"Yeah, OK!"

The study room was silent for a moment, and then the countess's voice sounded a little puzzled.

"Mr. Diapolo, don't you sign a contract with me, or ask me to make an oath or something?"

“What are you doing?”

"Let me be your family!"

"You have been my relative for a long time, and asking is just a process." Diapolo waved his hand, and then Catherine's face naturally showed a look of surprise.

"Didn't you notice the changes in yourself?"

"I noticed it, but..."

"Those changes are signs of your becoming my family, well, basically irreversible."

"Ah, this..."

After successfully accepting the Countess, Diapolo truly controlled the entire city. After all, the restless Countess is the biggest instability factor.

Then, Diapolo, who really wanted to develop and build a territory, faced a huge problem. He wanted to establish a school in the territory, which was just the most basic school to teach people to read, but he could not find a suitable teacher.

Yes, that's how fucked. The proportion of illiteracy in this territory is even more exaggerated than he imagined. He couldn't find any more than a dozen teachers who taught and literate for the children.

However, just as Diapolo was hesitating whether to go out to tie up a few scholars, the messenger from his eldest wife Ophelia came to him late at night.

"What did you say? Ophelia led the team to rob the Chamber of Commerce in the Kingdom of Dimit?"

Diapolo looked at the four-winged archangel in front of him with a confused look on his face.
Chapter completed!