The Dragon Princess Who Traveled Through Another World - Chapter 227

  Chapter 227 Make trouble! Make trouble!

  How efficient the lord of Waterdeep City is, depends on the amount of gold coins the transaction brings him.

  Charlie’s generosity was enough for her to quickly get a survey result worth one million gold coins.

  Obviously, those who can gain a foothold in the dungeon are old fritters.

   He despised the drows to death, and secretly sent ‘nails’ to them.

  Charlie unfolded the parchment.

  The black dragon was lying on the side, and Artemisia was sitting on the side picturesquely.

  Her beautiful aqua blue dress has a cloth bag embroidered with a bear pattern.

  At this moment, the beautiful Artemisia was taking out a chocolate mosaic cookie from the inside, biting into small bites, making a ‘click’, ‘click’ sound.

  Alphonstadine looked at his sister who hadn’t fought much with complicated eyes.

   I don’t know what the old man thinks about the fact that his daughter came down and gained a ton of weight when she came home…

  However, what His Highness was more concerned about was that Charlie looked at the sheepskin scroll with an increasingly terrifying expression.

  Obviously, handing over a piece of parchment after taking a million gold coins, even the well-known “profiteer” city owner of the dungeon is a little bit ashamed and flustered.

  Although I am ashamed that I have taken so much money, such services as more refunds and less compensation are obviously not included in Julong’s “after-sales guide”.

  Since this is the case, let’s stuff more ‘materials’!

  Skokie’s life for the last three generations is here.

  How miserable the male drow spirit is, Charlie has always just listened to it as a story.

   But today, someone put a piece of parchment in front of Charlie.

  The above is the life of such a male drow. The only difference is that the protagonist of this story is someone from her ideal land.

  It is Deskocchi who easily puts all the dark side of Utopia on himself.

  What Scorch is doing, people in Utopia have been secretly reporting to Charlie.

   Obviously, Scorch’s ability to show his talents in the parliament has a lot to do with Charlie’s unswerving guarantee behind the scenes.

  Utopia is very beautiful, but maintaining such beauty requires the silent efforts of countless people.

   Not to mention that Scorch is the biggest contributor to Charlie’s ability to easily manage Utopia just by sitting in the office and signing some documents.

   But even if he is a citizen of Utopia, Charlie will not allow Scotch to suffer such a big grievance.

   It doesn’t count if you didn’t know before, but now that you know, let’s settle the matter together!

  Many plans flashed through his mind, but Charlie denied them one by one.

   It’s not because it’s not perfect, but because the owner of Utopia, who is extremely defensive, simply feels that revenge like that is not enough to relieve hatred.

  …

  Charlie and his party left Waterdeep Castle, but their whereabouts were soon reported to Sharanlock.

  A dragonborn wearing epic armor faced Sharanlock sitting on the throne, “City Lord, they have already left.”

  Sharanlock raised his eyebrows slightly.

   “How many helpers did they hire?”

  That unlucky ghost named Scotch was probably captured and taken to the Spider Holy City to be the Spider Queen’s ‘snack’.

   Drow hates the white-skinned elves on the surface, but what he hates even more are ‘traitors’ like Scorch.

  Even if that little guy brought Cong Shen with him, he couldn’t go to the Spider Queen’s ‘Carnival Party’ to play trick-or-treating games.

  Spider Queen was a subordinate **** of weak divine power before she fell, that’s right, but after she gave her ex-husband a green hat and was kicked out of the elven **** system, she established her own family.

  Now this half-spider, half-dark elf madwoman is a true master god.

  Princess Yinlong of His Majesty Dragon God’s family is really stupid and called the door. Most of the Dragon God’s family will have a daughter.

  As for things like asking parents to help out…

  Sharanlock sneered, indicating that the dungeons here, and the “Masters of the Gods” on the astral world would also suffer in Rose’s home court.

   At that time, if the main **** is hacked to death by a crazy woman in the lower plane, that would be a big joke.

  Especially the elf **** system was played off before, and an Eilistraee who shared the belief of the dark elves died, so that now Rose’s divine power has directly increased to a higher level.

  In the dungeon, Sharanlock dared to bet with a gold coin, no, with a silver coin…forget it, or with a copper coin!

   Rose alone has no pressure on the two main gods of the lower realm.

   Hit three and you won’t lose!

  Four of them were in a bit of a panic, and for five, she could go to the next plane to avoid the limelight with her old friend.

  In short, if the main **** of the star realm does not come down to a regiment, don’t even think about ranting against the spider queen Rose.

In Shylan Locke’s eyes, this little girl took a **** to find her, hired more cannon fodder, disturbed the spider queen’s line of sight at a critical moment, caught her by surprise, and left safely after saving her. very big.

   “But…they didn’t hire adventurers.”

  Sharanlock didn’t care much, “Oh, maybe I gave up, right? Fortunately, I gave the little girl a little more information, otherwise she will come to refund the money if I don’t have it all.”

   “Tsk, take out one million gold coins at every turn, it’s really generous, the big fat sheep on the surface is rich.”

   Talking to himself, Sharanlock raised his hand, and flew out of a golden wine glass inlaid with rubies from the scattered golden treasures beside the throne of the city lord.

  The dragonborn below was very discerning, and immediately went forward to take a red wine bottle from the city lord, and filled Sharanlock with wine.

   When he was halfway pouring the wine, he suddenly remembered: “Speaking of which, that human went to the Adventurer’s Association to buy a piece of information.”

  Sharanlock took a big gulp of the surface wine he bought from the goblin, and glanced at his hesitant subordinate, telling him to speak quickly without hesitating.

   “That…they bought a piece of intelligence on illithids.”

   “Pfft—!”

  …

  After leaving Waterdeep City, Artemisia turned into a silver dragon and went straight to the drow tribe stronghold closest to Waterdeep City according to Charlie’s instructions.

  The situation is urgent, His Royal Highness and Charlie temporarily ‘truce’.

  To be precise, Charlie unilaterally stopped the cold war with His Highness.

  The black dragon lay on Charlie’s shoulders.

  The tail coiled around Charlie’s neck like a winter scarf, so that half of her face was buried in the cold black dragon tail.

  Finally trapped, His Royal Highness, who was in the period of rage, felt a little more at ease.

   It seems that there is a large pile of gold coins that can only be watched and guarded with red eyes all the time. Today, it is as comfortable as rolling on it.

  Cultural differences made Charlie very puzzled, what does His Highness mean by being so lazy that he wants to ‘lie’ on girls’ shoulders.

  Artemisia is glad that she has become a temporary ‘transportation tool’.

   Otherwise, she would be forced to force tons of ‘dog food’ at this time.

   “What are your plans.” His Highness asked softly.

  Charlie pointed to the small drow gathering place marked on the map, “First, I plan to kill the mistress of this house.”

  The black dragon gently brushed away a strand of hair that was blown by the wind with the tip of its tail, quietly waiting for the following words.

  Based on his understanding of his own women, the Spider Queen probably shed a layer of skin this time.

   “Then… I will also be the mistress of the drow. As for the gifts to bring to the ceremony…”

   “I think the cowhide that Zall blew before is not bad~”

   “The Spider Queen has held so many festivals, which one can take out illithids as sacrifices?”

  His Royal Highness: “…”

   “A majestic god, after coming to the dungeon, everyone is saying how scary the illithid is, and I’m not worth it for her.”

   “Isn’t the slogan of Utopia just ‘be willing to help others’?”

   “I think this definition is narrow, we can and are willing to help God, ha ha.” Charlie smiled brightly, and began to roll up the parchment roll in his hand and put it in the storage ring.

  His Highness also received Artemisia’s telepathic voice.

  【Should I say hello to Father God in advance? 】

  Considering His Highness’s self-esteem, Artemisia expressed in a euphemistic way that she had already given up on being a god, and that His Highness is still in a period of weakness.

  His Royal Highness reacted flatly, and only replied lightly: 【I can still handle it. 】

  (end of this chapter)