"Sir, I will be the manager of this town for the time being." The old man calmly looked up at Diapolo and replied.

"It's interesting. So many people who practice fighting spirit have actually made you an ordinary old man become a manager."

Diapolo became interested when he saw this old man who looked thinner than last time. He remembered the old man because he claimed to be the librarian who kept the library for a great nobleman.

"There is no way. Who told me that the old man read a lot of books and knows a lot of ordinary useless knowledge. Then I asked everyone to choose the village chief of this small village."

The smiling old man said modestly that he seemed even more indifferent this time than he was eager to show off his behavior last time, and seemed to have seen through everything.

"Is that true? What kind of knowledge is it all? Let's talk about it."

"I have read some of the messy books, construction, textile, fishing, hunting, potions... but I don't know them well, I just understand them a little."

"Oh." Diapolo knew it, looking at the elderly human whose vitality was almost exhausted, but whose eyes were extremely bright and bright, "Depending on your situation, there are so many things, do you have any ideas?"

"Of course there are ideas, but adults don't seem to be interested in me, so I can only forget it."

The old man shook his head and felt aggrieved all his life. When his life was about to end, a certain possibility of changing his destiny suddenly appeared. This naturally made him happy, but he didn't seem to have much chance to get this possibility.

"The old man who has been reading books all his life naturally has no value to me." Seeing the old man who has become open-minded, Diapolo laughed.

"But it would be different if you can apply the knowledge you have learned to reality and change all the elderly around you."

"It's just a simple application."

"Are you interested in being a consul? My territory needs management." Diapolo directly invited the old man.

An old and weak ordinary person can not only make professionals with fighting spirit obey, but also make other races, especially arrogant creatures like elves, obey, no matter what the reason is, it is already a rare talent.

"Consul? What territory does it have? How many people do you care for?" When he heard Diapolo's invitation, the old man was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted.

"There are not many people on the Tyrel Peninsula on the east coast of the Sea of ​​Freedom, only 100,000 for the time being, but this number will continue to rise in the future." Diapolo said lightly.

"Teril Peninsula? Hundreds of thousands..." Hearing Diapolo's words, the old man's brows frowned tightly. Managing 300 people and managing 100,000 people are two different concepts.

The living, diet, and garbage disposal of 100,000 people need to be planned. This is no longer something that a person can do. It requires a complete administrative management organization.

"Sir, I'll tell you, I've never been a consul. If you're willing to believe me, I can give it a try."

The old man thought carefully for a moment, but did not talk to Diapolo about any conditions, but directly took over Diapolo's recruitment.

"This is not the answer I want to hear. The management of 100,000 people is not a small problem if something goes wrong. Since you have no experience, then accumulate experience.

Just in time, I am planning to build a port city on my territory, where you learn how to become a qualified consul!"

The old man's answer made Diapolo's smile dissipate and he frowned, but he decided to let the old man try it. Judging from the old man's level, there should be no problem in managing a small village with hundreds of people.

Although he said that he planned to build a harbor city, it would have been just a small village in the early stages of the establishment of the port, and then slowly replenish the population and gradually expand it.

"I follow your arrangements, but, sir, can you tell your name?"

Although it is not the same level as what I think in my heart, the old man was not particularly disappointed. After all, with a platform to display his talents, although it sounds like a harbor city that stays on the drawings, it still may turn into reality.

"Oh, you don't know my name yet."

When Diapolo heard this question, his expression changed a little. The old man only knew that he was a dragon, and he was an evil dragon, and he didn't know anything about the rest. With such conditions, this guy dared to agree to his invitation.

"You are quite brave."

He is very gambled, but since he is willing to hang out with him, Diapolo naturally praises him with praise.

"Sir, you've been awarded."

"Golden Dragon, Diapolo, the lord of the Tyrel Peninsula."

With Diapolo's self-introduction, the sky suddenly became darker, because under the influence of an invisible force, the light from the sun spontaneously gathered behind the young man standing in the air, forming a giant dragon that was as majestic as a mountain and radiated from the inside out.

Such a shocking scene made the temporary residents on this Fishman Island unable to believe their eyes. Most of them had felt the dragon power of Diapolo and had seen the image of Diapolo projecting into their consciousness with their own eyes.

A hideous and evil black dragon is not the same as what they see at this time.

"Impossible, how could he be a golden dragon?" In the tree house built through the unique secret techniques of the elves, a girl with pointed ears with a flat body said in disbelief.

"I don't believe it."

"Why do you think I can't be a golden dragon? Just because I used the dragon to scare you, leaving a spiritual shadow on you?" Hearing the many discussions coming from his ears, Diapolo found it interesting, "None of you has seen my true body, and you dare to make such a conclusion based on your first impression?"

"Confirm that from beginning to end, you have never hurt us." The old man closest to Diapolo reacted from surprise. Since the adult said he was a golden dragon, he was it, and all he needed to do was defend this statement.

"Forget it, you superficial creatures only believe in what you see. It's okay, my current form cannot bring you all back."

Accompanied by a long and high-pitched dragon, a giant dragon with a length of more than 60 meters and thick and luxurious golden scales appeared above the island. A light that was more dazzling than the sun shining from him, appearing sacred and majestic.

"How is this possible? This big seductive dragon is really a golden dragon!" The elf girl who was first awakened by Diapolo looked at the giant dragon glowing all over her head. Her legs became weak and she collapsed on the ground with her eyes empty.

"Tell me, your name, my future consul." The majestic dragon hovered in the sky, radiating light, leaning down to look at the oldest human in the island village.

"My name is Ismail, Lord Diapolo, I am honored to serve you." Looking up at the dragon above my head and releasing my true body, the old man's body was trembling with excitement.

Serve the evil dragon and serving allegiance to the golden dragon are completely different.

"What about your surname? How could an old guy like you who can read books for the rest of your life be a civilian, right?"

"Sir, when I appeared in this sea as a slave, it means that I have been given up. Since that is the case, I will no longer use my original surname."

"So that's it." Diapolo knew it, "Then follow me and do your best to try to get the name you are using now as a new surname and pass on it."

"I must do my best." The old man bowed again. When he stood up, the golden dragon had risen to a higher sky. Then, he felt the ground shaking.

"Is this?" When Ismail was still a little strange, there was a scream of exclamation at the edge of the village.

"Our village has flew up!"

"So high!"

Hearing such exclamation, the old man hurriedly walked towards the edge of the village. When he stood at the entrance of the village, he saw the island standing alone in the blue ocean, and the island, the shocking huge round pit.

"Our village was ascended to heaven by Lord Diapolo!"

At this time, even though there was something strange in my heart, the many slaves who were thrown on the island by Diapolo for four months were amazed by Diapolo's power and then awe of it.

And in this village suspended into the sky higher, Diapolo could feel the change in the attitude of the more than 300 slaves. As a normal wise creature, who would not want to follow a kind and powerful existence.

Therefore, in the sky behind Diapolo and the ocean below, birds and giant beasts with dragon blood flowing in their bodies followed. They were creatures that were once given dragon blood by Diapolo.

They followed the orders, wandered in this sea area, guarding the island, and now their mission has ended and will follow Diapolo to the new sea area.

Half a day later, Diapolo put the village that he moved to with the land on the edge of a sunken coast, and then looked at the people who were still unable to adapt.

"Are there any architectural designers? I need a great architect who can plan territory roads and construction for me."

Diapolo remembered that among the ship of slaves he robbed, there were professionals with good talent, elves who could sell high-priced elves based on their race alone, and knowledgeable scholars... but more specifically, he didn't know.

"Sir, I am a graduate of Hale School of Architecture, studying road planning and urban construction."

"Mr. Diapolo, I've entered..."

As soon as he finished speaking, five slaves who claimed to be architects or graduated from a well-known architecture college stood up, three of whom were humans, and the other two were young-looking elves.

"There are quite a lot of numbers, very good." Diapolo fell to the ground, with a look of satisfaction on his face. "I will give you a task to explore and measure my territory within a month, and then give a road planning design drawing.
Chapter completed!