"Lord Diapolo, you are distorting the facts. As a dragon lord with the title of the Dragon of Benevolence, your actions do not match your reputation. Your statement may cause us to misunderstand that you intend to shelter these criminals wanted by our Kingdom of Camilla."

"Sorry, you can change the misunderstanding to understanding."

Diapolo felt that his current demeanor should be called gentle, polite and polite. Of course, the content may be more domineering, but it has nothing to do with demeanor.

Sure enough, Diapolo saw the dozen or so guys with a series of very intimidating titles showing anger on his face, which made him feel very comfortable.

"Lord Diapolo, you are provoking the Kingdom of Camilla. Are you sure you want to do this? Or are you sure you can bear such consequences?"

"Provoke the Kingdom of Camilla?" Diapolo, who was originally lying on the upper head, stood up, with flames burning in his eyes.

"I think you are provoking me and running to my territory, threatening to arrest my friend, and want me to inform you of the information, what do you think of me as? Is an incompetent lord who can let you pinch flat and round?

It’s just a kingdom. Do you really think you can do whatever you want and be unscrupulous? Do you think I can’t invite an existence that can greatly damage your vitality?”

"Sir Diapolo, please calm down. We are just here to ask, absolutely no offense."

Seeing that Diapolo was really angry, he was sent by the ruling class of the country to investigate and collect evidence. He had no hope for them. He just casually sent over a dozen noble representatives to look at each other and quickly explained that they were planning to run away.

"Lord Diapolo, since we have disagreements with each other, we will take our leave."

Although I really want to say some tough words and then leave, life is yours. It would be worth it to accidentally ruin your life in order to maintain the majesty of the illusory kingdom.

"A bunch of wine bags." Diapolo looked at the noble representatives who retreated in embarrassment and sneered disdainfully, but after a moment, a sigh sounded in the hall.

"I'm still too weak."

This is Diapolo's heartfelt sigh. If he was a legend, he had just slapped those annoying things to death with one claw, the Kingdom of Camilla would verbally condemn it, and then he would not say anything more.

But unfortunately, he is not. Jin Long's identity can only make those who are a few wine bags from the kingdom worry about it. If a stronger person comes, it may not end so easily.

"Stay for a few more years!"

Diapolo made up his calculations with his claws. The dragon's teenage years are usually only ten years. In other words, he can enter the maturity stage and enter the next age group if he waits less than ten years.

The sleeping in the past few years may have made him break through the legend a little unrestrained, but it is not a problem to make him go further in his soul.

However, the improvement of strength is secondary. What is important is that the authority to further increase in the Dragon Domain as the strength increases, he can bring out the dragons with special talents and powers in the Dragon Domain without requiring them to kill themselves like the Queen of Blood Prison.

"But ten years are a bit long." As a young dragon who has lived for more than ten years from birth to now, the ten years have been quite long, so long that Diapolo doesn't want to wait.

"First focus on governing the territory, settle all refugees, and complete the self-sufficiency of basic material demand, and never rely on external supply."

Diapolo roughly decided on the future development direction of the territory. People were not sure of their hearts and could not make any tricks. They first found ways to solve their stomach problems before they could talk about other things.

"Well, I will occasionally patrol the Sea of ​​Freedom by myself. The main focus is on concentrating on the dark areas. There must be some development there to see if I can find several gold mines."

The lack of money is a lingering heart disease for Diapolo today. In order to resettle refugees, it can be said that money is spent every day like flowing water. After all, things like food, salt and other things have to be bought.

Although he still has a lot of savings, he has no income now and is all expenses. He eats nothing like this and eats jujube pills.

Therefore, Diabolos thought about it, but his eyes could only turn to the dark area.

Although the Sea of ​​Freedom is a good place to kill and bury, there are many people there, with a little movement and a little informed, and everyone knows that if he can't use his real power in that kind of place, his real power will be useless.

Therefore, before being able to fight against the malice of the entire world, we can only mess around in dark areas where information is not circulated and relatively closed.

Moreover, except for the lack of sunlight in the dark hell, the rest are still very good, such as rich resources, obeying the jungle rules of the strong in the prey on the weak, etc.

...

"Rian, Lord Diapolo, I am Trisli, the slave merchant."

The woman in a plain white robe bowed and greeted Diapolo, and introduced her identity simply and bluntly.

"..." Seeing the slave merchant who was not at all uneasy and felt as comfortable as wearing it in his own home, Diapolo couldn't help but feel a little silent.

The woman in front of her had a good facial features, light makeup, and extremely simple clothes and decorations, but her demeanor was even more like aristocratic than the representatives of the nobles who had visited him before.

Just looking at her appearance, it is really hard to associate her with those brutal slave traders with blood on her hands.

"Who gave you the courage to stand in front of me? Are you not afraid that I will kill you?"

Diapolo was indeed a little confused. The slave merchants who had asked him to see him had been damaged because their interests were damaged, so they plucked up their courage and came to him in groups. It was strange that the slave merchant dared to come to him on his own initiative.

"It's His Highness Annelia." The slave merchant Trisli replied calmly, looking at the dragon's mighty power in the hall.

"She sent you?" Diapolo was a little surprised.

"Yes, according to our speculation, your territory should have a large number of excellent administrative personnel, so Your Highness sent me here to provide you with some help."

"So what help can you give me? Can you kidnap outstanding officials from other countries and sell them to me?" Diapolo sneered when he heard the slave merchant's answer.

"His Excellency Diapolo, I wonder if you can accept some officials with great shortcomings but with great ability?"

"You want to bring me officials who have committed serious crimes or have been removed from other countries?"

Diapolo instantly figured out what the so-called administrative personnel with extremely strong abilities mentioned in the slave merchants were from, and only in this way could they be reasonably explained.

"You can understand this way, and I can assure you that although they have some shortcomings that cannot be ignored, their abilities are beyond doubt."

"I still believe in this ability. It is impossible for slave merchants to be used as a commodity and sold to all over the world." Diapolo nodded.

"I wonder what you mean by your wishes, Lord?"

"Get a group of outstanding administrative talents with stains in your hands, and I want to meet them in person and then make a choice."

"Okay. I will carefully select a batch and send it in three days."

So, three days later, Diapolo saw thirty-nine talents sent by slave merchants in the hall here. Among them, because they were deliberately selected, they were mainly humans, but there was also an elf and several mixed-race humans.

"Introduce me to him and others, and focus on why these guys will fall into front of me."

Diapolo's eyes fell on the human faces standing in front of the group of administrative personnel who had made some minor mistakes.

From the perspective of the position, this middle-aged man who dresses meticulously should be the highest-ranking and least qualified among this group of people.

"No problem, Lord Diapolo."

The slave businessman, wearing a plain white robe, bowed, and then his eyes also naturally fell on the man standing in front, introducing his identity.

"Franken Stein, the consul of the Orvis Free Federation, once managed seven cities with a population of one million, and he managed the largest city with a population of nearly ten million.

There is no doubt that he was an extremely outstanding consul. During his fifty-seven years of his reign as a consul, there have been protests and riots in any city where he served as a consul."

After listening to Trisli's introduction, Diapolo turned his attention to this great consul of a considerable background. The more bright and eye-catching the resume, the bigger the problem this guy has. Otherwise, it would be his turn to summon him.

"Ovis Free Federation, I know, a federal force formed by a group of merchants pursuing interests. I heard that the people there advocate freedom and personal power, and it is difficult for the consul to be.

It is common for people to go to the streets to protest and parade, and if you are dissatisfied, it will turn into riots. So, how did you prevent the city you manage from a slight riot, and even daily protests did not happen."

"Mr. Diapolo, the so-called freedom and personal rights are nothing more than the self-comfort and fantasy of those mobs."

Seeing the dragon's eyes bet, Franken Stein, a former federal consul who was just an ordinary human, was not panicked at all, and his face was calm.

“And it’s very simple to suppress these mobs and let them listen to my orders honestly.

No matter which city I go to as the consul, I will build a million-level sewage storage tank that is enough to discharge the entire city’s population when I first took office to connect to the city’s water supply system.
Chapter completed!