"Forty-nine!"

Diapolo, who ended his conversation with the imperial princess Annelia, felt a little painful. He worked as a cleaner for the institute once a century and received less than 100,000 yuan.

This is all his savings, and now he has to use nearly half of it to buy warships. Purchasing warships is just the beginning. The training and maintenance of later personnel requires continuous investment of money in it. The process of building a navy is a process of burning money.

However, the establishment of the navy is only a relatively important part of territory construction, but it is not the only one. Resettlement and training of refugees requires money to be invested in, as well as follow-up education.

"My money."

After calculating with his fingers, Diapolo's mentality exploded. As refugees were continuously transported over, they took on their diet, and of course they only had to bear the diet. The daily consumption of food was also a huge expense.

This situation will continue until the day of the harvest, and then you need to hold on for a quarter.

"Well, maybe it won't take that long."

Diapolo thought of the natural and forest dragon living in the Dragon Domain, "Since it is mastering the power related to natural plants, it should also master some birth-inducing techniques."

When he thought of it, Diapolo returned to the Dragon Realm with one thought, and went to the castle left to him by the Queen of Blood Prison, and came to the sky garden to find the young dragon sleeping as a sycamore tree.

"Azalene, wake up, don't sleep." Cooperating with his natural powerful mental power and dragon power, Diapolo awakened the dragon of nature and the forest without mercy.

"Woooo, who?"

Under the gaze of Diapolo, the sycamore tree, which was obviously a plant, was directly transformed into a green young dragon with a body of less than twenty meters long.

"Oh, it turns out it's Diapolo. Is there anything you have to do with me?"

The young dragon rubbed his eyes and asked in a daze that dragons of this age spend most of their time sleeping. And the dragon will not tolerate too much about the existence that disturbs their sleep, unless it cannot beat the other party.

And just so happens, in Senlong Azalene's perception, Diapolo is an existence that he cannot beat, so he can only act cute and ask for help.

"I just want to ask you if you want to leave the Dragon Realm and go to the wider main material world outside to see?"

Diapolo, who turned into a dragon shape and was extremely oppressive to the young dragon, asked with a golden dragon head, but his smile was full of malice in the young dragon's eyes.

"No, I don't want to." There was almost no hesitation, and Azalene shook his head like a rattle, "It's good that I can sleep here."

"Well, it's good, foresighted. Previously, the Queen of Blood Prison, Ophelia, my current partner asked me to help her go to the main material world. It's best if you can figure it out. Just pack up and prepare to go with me."

"No!" The green young dragon was a little confused. Although he heard some amazing information, did the guy in front of him really hear his answer?

"Sir Diapollo, I said I don't want to go." Azalene repeated carefully.

"What, you want to go now? OK, I'll take you out now." Without communicating on the same channel, Diapolo grabbed him with the force that the young dragon could not resist, and then forced him away.

"I don't want to leave the Dragon Realm, Lord Diapolo, I'm still a young dragon!" Azalein begged powerlessly, but he didn't finish his prayer. The light and shadow around him had changed, and he had been brought to the material world and came to the castle of Diapolo.

"Ophelia calls you the Dragon of Nature and Forests. You should have the power to give birth to plants and grow quickly, right?"

Diapolo threw the cyan dragon to the ground, bent down his head and stared at it.

"Master Ophelia?" The young dragon who originally wanted to continue begging Diapolo and prayed for his mercy suddenly shivered, and a deep fear and awe appeared in his eyes.

"No, why did her breath become so weaker?"

Azalein raised his head and looked at the pure white castle with a roof that was towering into the clouds like a spear hundreds of meters away, with a look of confusion on his face.

"Answer my question, don't focus on my wife."

Diapolo slapped the head of the young green dragon into the soil, and then pulled the dragon horn and grabbed his head out. Sure enough, it was still a little more violent.

"I will give birth to plants, but if it is too much, the effect of the plants itself is not as good as normal growth."

After being slapped by Diapolo and clearly felt the overwhelming and crushing power, the young dragon immediately became honest.

"Show me the performance."

"Oh." Azalene hurriedly lowered his head, and the gorgeous green light burst out from his body, turning into a warm wind blew everywhere, and then the fragrance of flowers was everywhere, and the purple and red.

"Tsk, it's not bad." Diapolo looked at the flowers blooming at the same time in the garden, his eyes shining.

The flowers inside the castle were planted by the Dragon Girl Pedia, and it took a lot of effort. Because the flowering periods of dozens of flowers planted vary, flowers bloom all year round, ensuring that the garden always has fragrance.

"Azalene, I have a very important thing. I want to ask you for help. You will help me, right?"

Diapolo's body approached the young dragon, so that the young dragon could see Diapolo's strong chest covered with golden scales when he looked up, and he could see the extremely oppressive dragon's pupils looking down at him.

How dare the young dragon refuse such oppressive force? He nodded wildly: "I will help you, Lord Diapolo, as long as you can use my place, I will definitely do it."

"Very good." Diapolo was very satisfied with this tactful young dragon. He grabbed his body and flew to a sky above a rice field around the Acropolis that had just been sown.

The arrival of the giant dragon made the farmers who were working on the rice fields crawl on the ground in panic and knock their heads deep into the soil. Diapolo did not care about these farmers, but looked at the young dragon that was held in his hands.

"Let these plants be born until they are mature!"

"This...this is too much!"

Asalane, who had already had a premonition of nothing good, looked at the vast rice fields below in horror.

"Although there is a little more, I believe you can do it." Diapolo encouraged.

"Then I'll try it!"

So, just like before, but more violently, the wind still warmed swept across the earth. In the incredible gaze of the farmers, the seedlings that had just been planted rose gradually. Not long after, the plump wheat ears hung heavily and moved with the wind.

"The wheat is ripe? The wheat is ripe!"

"Miracle! This is a miracle!"

Even when they knelt on the ground and the dragon lord in the sky had not left, the farmers couldn't help but exclaim and praise. For farmers who had been living with the land for most of their lives, such a scene broke their common sense.

"Diapolo, is this OK? Can you let me go back to sleep?"

Azalein, who forcibly ripened a large field of wheat, asked in a sluggish manner.

"Sleep? What stupid things are you saying? That's just the beginning."

"What? I don't want it anymore, this is too tired."

"I have agreed. You have to keep your word as a dragon, but you can't go back on your word."

Diapolo doesn't care about the struggle of the young dragon, no matter whether this batch of ripening food is as mature as that of naturally mature, it's enough to fill its stomach, and refugees don't care about it.

So, when the sun was about to sink to the horizon, on the Tyrel Peninsula, the aroma of wheat drifted with the wind on the golden wheat fields.

At the cost of all this, a cyan dragon with drooping limbs and drooping wings was carried back to the central castle by Diapolo.

"Diapolo, I really have no strength at all. Let me go back to sleep!"

Hearing the whispers of the young dragon who was being sleepy due to excessive use of power, Diapolo smiled knowingly, but before he could care and comfort the young dragon who was seriously traumatized physically and mentally, the bloody smell of thunder in the castle made Diapolo not care about him.

"What happened?"

Diapolo looked at the head maid of the Golden Scale Dragon Man who came to him with a nervous look on his face. He felt that during his absence, something amazing seemed to have happened to the castle.

"Mr. Diapolo, the female dragon you hid in the bedroom was discovered by your wife."

The maid reported to Diapolo with a nervous look on her face. While reporting, she also looked behind her frequently, as if there was an extremely terrifying existence behind her.

"Then, the female dragon wanted to escape, but was killed by his wife's sword."

"What? The dragon I placed in the bedroom was hacked to death by Ophelia?" Diapolo was a little surprised.

Although he didn't catch it with him, his capable subordinates had to tie it up after going through a lot of hardships. He was cut off before he could train him?

"Yes, go and explain to your wife, she seems very angry now."

"What do you mean by this? What do I want to explain to her? I have nothing to do with that female dragon."

When Diapolo heard the maid's words, he was a little amused and confused, and his tone was dissatisfied.

"Even if there is anything, Ophelia said she wouldn't care."

"Lord..." Nadiapollo's words, the maid's face suddenly became a little subtle, and she wanted to speak but stopped.

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

"You cannot guess the thinking of another opposite sex with your own mind, as it will easily lead to problems." The maid carefully reminded him carefully.

"You mean Ophelia said she didn't care, but she actually cared very much in her heart? It's impossible. If you don't understand her, she can't have the attribute of being arrogant."

Diapolo understood what the maid wanted to express and immediately laughed, "Forget it, where is she now? I'll go find her."
Chapter completed!