The pronunciation is clear and the voice is calm. You can even detect the trace of proud narrative in it. After the end of the story, the wide hall of the central castle suddenly fell into silence, and the needles could be heard.

Whether it was Diapolo, the slave merchant, Tse, or other foreign officials who committed crimes, they were speechless and could not make any comments.

"You are indeed a talent."

In the end, it was Diapolo, the buyer who broke the silence in the hall. The golden dragon turned his eyes to the unsilent slave merchant on the side, "I want this excellent consul."

"Lord Lord Diapolo, you really have vision, I will not let you down."

Upon hearing that Diapolo wanted to buy him, Consul Franken Stein couldn't help but smile.

This guy, who was so serious, dressed up meticulously, had a perfect brain circuit for ordinary people, was now very happy. He felt that he had finally met a ruler who could appreciate him, but Diapolo's next words made his heart cold.

"Since you have fifty-seven years of governing experience, you will be responsible for building the drainage pool and water supply system of my territory, but you will never allow the two to be connected in any way, otherwise I will hang you on my castle without the objection of my subjects."

Diapolo seriously warned this very thoughtful consul who has managed a city with a population of over one million, so he must have experience, but the practice must be corrected.

"Sir, I..." Diapolo's words were like a bolt from the blue, slashing on his head. Franken was completely confused. He did not expect such a result.

"My Lord Tracis, I refuse to serve this unsightly Dragon Lord, please take me away."

The consul who was jointly overthrown by the citizens of the city he had ruled and had to go into exile overseas asked the slave owner who now controls his destiny.

"Come." Diapolo shouted outside the hall. Suddenly, a group of dragon guards appeared at the entrance of the hall, kneeling down on one knee, with a respectful look.

"Mr. Diapolo, what are your instructions?"

"Drag this guy down, educate him well, and then place him, don't kill him." Diapolo stretched out his dragon claws and pointed to the man whose face became frightened.

"Yes." Two dragon men walked into the hall, clamping the arms of the consul Franken on the left and right, and dragging him out of the hall regardless of his powerless struggle and resistance.

"Sir Tricis, save me! I..."

Until Franken's figure disappeared at the entrance of the hall, his shouts still echoed in the hall, and Trixis turned a deaf ear, as if he hadn't heard it.

"I'll wait until I'll pick up the person and pay the bills together with this one." Diapolo turned his gaze to Tricis.

"Okay, no problem." The slave trader had no objection to the goods that were taken away before payment.

"Continue to introduce these talents to me!" Diapolo turned his attention to other slaves, and he took the word "talent" very seriously.

"OK."

The sound that makes people sound particularly pleasant echoes in the hall, and the officials next were not as weird as Franken.

Either it is a greedy person, and some things are too overdoing, so that the existence of the upper class cannot tolerate corrupt officials who are wanted and expelled, or it is a bad guy who is rejected because of his overly upright personality. Everyone cannot escape these two types.

"Romani Roni, the wood elves, as the Lord Lord saw, he was a great drew and an excellent consul. Apart from the lifestyle issues, he was perfect in all aspects."

"Well, what's wrong with his lifestyle?" After hearing this, Diapolo had to interrupt and then ask in detail.

"He likes to hook up with other people's wife." The slave merchant glanced at the wooden elf standing in the hall with a calm expression on his face. After hesitating for a while, hesitated and told him about this bad preference.

"Ms. Cuiyes, please do not slander me. I have never seduced any wife. They took the initiative to come to me, and I will not refuse, so this has caused this situation now."

At this time, the wood elf couldn't help but clarify for himself, and then looked at the Dragon Lord who looked at him with interest with tact.

It is said that the golden dragon is a rare dragon species among the dragon clan and loyal to their partners. After their partners are selected, they will basically not change them.

"Is that true?" Diapolo's curious eyes finally turned to the slave merchant. Instead of hearing the excuses of the guy who had cheated himself into slaves, it would be better to listen to the slave merchant's words.

"If Lord Diapolo is willing to believe him, that's it. After all, there is no way to verify this kind of thing.

When he held a salon with many noble ladies, when he was discovered, all noble ladies accused him of using evil magic to seduce them."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Diapolo's slightly narrow eyes kept looking at the wood elf who seemed a little uneasy,

"Elf, will you dare to contact the wives of these nobles in the future?"

"I dare not, I will never touch the opposite sex again in the future." The wood elf who seemed to have become a frightened bird promised Diapolo in a swearing manner.

"Haha, I won't care too much about your private life, and I can't control it. You can just pay a little attention when serving me in the future and don't have any impact on my territory."

Diapolo didn't completely believe the Wood Elf's rhetoric. Although the Wood Elf's face was handsome and handsome, and he could be as good as he was when he became a human, only one side of this kind of thing was interesting, but it was impossible to get it together.

"I remember."

Next, there were no more elf consuls like federal consuls and good wives. Such strange existences are relatively normal.

Diapolo bought all the administrative staff including these two weirdos, and the price was still quite affordable. Within a hundred square meters of elemental crystal, you can probably buy a steel warship of one order.

Although there are only a dozen people and they are not strong, judging from the abilities and values ​​they have, Diapolo's transaction this time is completely worth the money.

"But this owes more and more favors."

Diapolo scratched his chin with some distress. This matter was undoubtedly considered as a favor he owed the princess His Highness a favor. Human favors have always been the worst, and of course, it is also the easiest thing to pay back.

"Forget it, you won't be too much debt." The more you owe this favor, it doesn't matter after thinking about it.

Then, Diapolo, who had gained a group of strong administrative subordinates, was enthusiastically devoted to the governance of the territory.

In fact, Diapolo's role is to supervise and spur. He did not directly participate in the management of the territory, and everything was done by the officials he appointed.

In the following time, these officials who had a disgraceful past all used facts to prove that Diabolo spent a lot of money to buy them was a big advantage.

"Sure enough, only capable people can do bad things, but they can't become corrupt officials without any ability."

Seeing the territory that began to become organized under the management of those officials, Diapolo couldn't help but sigh.

Looking at the thriving territory, Diapolo's eyes moved away from the surface and moved underground.

...

"It took several months to make this mess here?"

Once again, he passed through the shadow world and crossed the seal, and came to Diapolo, who was directly under the seal, turned into a dragon of destruction. Blazing flames gushed out from his nose. He looked around the ground that had changed greatly, with a deep tone.

"Sir Diapolo, are you dissatisfied with it?"

Recard, the dwarf patriarch who was responsible for building the underground city that Diapolo imagined, suddenly became nervous because Diapolo's image at this time looked like a demon dragon from purgatory.

"This underground city is built too dark and depressing. I look very frustrated. How do you live?"

Diapolo looked at the buildings carved out of the rocks and soil, and breathed heavily, and the red and golden light flowed at the edge of his scales.

"It's great that Lord Diapolo has a place for sleeping and living underground. Those spoiled surface creatures may not be used to it, but we have already adapted." The dwarf chief explained.

"Since you know that the surface creatures cannot use the things you built, then do you still make these things like this?" Diapolo asked in a cold voice.

"Sir, is this..." The patriarch of the dwarf tribe was not a fool. When Diapolo said this, cold sweat suddenly flowed down his forehead.

At this time, the strong dwarf chief's eyes became cold, and he looked at the tribe leaders next to him who were gloating.

The dwarves' reaction was a little slower because of their bloodlines, but Medusa and Zoer, two races who were intriguing every day, definitely saw the problem, but they did not remind him.

"I asked you to concentrate all your tribesmen directly under the seal and build an underground city. I will wait until one day the seal is lifted, and the city is connected with the surface, so that it can be used as the initial point for surface creatures to enter the dark area. It is not for you to regard this place as a permanent place of residence."

"Mr. Diapolo, I am stupid. I will lead the tribe members to rebuild it."

"What are you remodeling? Is this time to make trouble?" Diapolo snorted again, his temper seemed extremely irritable.

"Now go and gather all your tribe members who are good at fighting, put on armor, take heavy hammers, and go to war with me."

"The same is true for you. Calling all your tribe members who can fight, and it's time to expand."
Chapter completed!