The red dragon just wants to do whatever he wants

The words have come to this point, and David can't possibly swallow them back or twist the other person's neck.

He immediately raised his neck and pretended to say, "I'm afraid you're not daydreaming."

"Money? No, you still asked me for money?"

"." Lizlit immediately opened her eyes in disbelief.

‘What happened to me withdrawing money? ’

She thought that she had joined the gang through 'negotiation', and strictly speaking she was not considered a slave captured by the other party.

So isn't it normal for dragons to negotiate rewards for doing things?

If the other party insists on her admitting this, Lizlit would rather have a big explosion on the spot than go to Baator Hell with the unreasonable dragon in front of her to find a five-color dragon to judge later.

But before she could speak, she heard David say seriously:

"Come on, let's settle some accounts first. I remember you said you are fourteen years old this year?"

"Ah." As soon as her age was mentioned, the aspects that Lizlit was once proud of immediately became something she felt ashamed of, and her voice became a little unconfident.

"So you still have thirty-six years before you enter young adulthood, right?" David asked.

"Yeah." Lizlit felt a little inexplicably guilty when she was asked, and at the same time she had an extremely bad premonition.

"Look, we calculate based on the fact that a young dragon needs to consume 5-10% of its own weight in food every day. When we hugged each other and talked about dragon life that day, I roughly calculated your weight. Well, 758 pounds (343 kilograms)?”

"." Lizlit's eyes grew wider and wider, with a look of "How do you know?", which was no different from the perverted look of the blue star beauty next door who glared at you and immediately reported her precise measurements.

"That doesn't look bad, but considering that you are probably very hungry after sleeping outside, I sent someone to prepare 80 pounds of dragon food for you."

As he spoke, David glanced at the licked dragon food basin, whose reflection could almost look in the mirror, and continued:

"But it seems that I still misjudged your food intake, so I am going to provide you with 100 pounds of starting dragon food, and increase the ration by 10% per month.

"Based on the cost of 1 pound of mixed dragon food and 1 Devonsel copper coin, in thirty-six years it would be 27,795,600 pounds of dragon food, which is 277,956 gold coins.

"As for the expenses related to the dragon's lair where you stay and the camp for guarding, guarding, and taking care of your daily life, I will wipe it out for you. A total of 5,000 pounds of gold.

"Well, you first pay for the room and board for the past thirty-six years, and then we'll talk about the remuneration. By the way, if we haven't talked about the interest yet, let me do the math."

"Stop!!! Let me think about it, let me think about it." Lizlit felt like she was going crazy.

It's just her first day here!

How could he owe such an astronomical debt to this hateful red dragon in the blink of an eye?

But she used her brain that was about to shut down to do some calculations, and it seemed that it really was so much money.

And it seems quite conscientious to charge 1 Devonsel copper coin per pound for that kind of quality and delicious dragon food? !

After all, based on what she heard from the elven prisoners of war, a pound of beef from the Old World in Devensere cost close to 1 silver coin per pound.

But here comes the problem!

Do their dragons really spend that much just for food?

Based on her memories from when she was a young dragon, the total treasure of her mother who was not crazy back then was probably only worth this much.

So, is it also for this reason that most five-color dragon mothers kick out their children who have reached the young dragon stage?

Simply because you can't afford it?

In just such a short moment, the female red dragon, who was successfully led directly into the ditch by David, felt that her old views were shattered along with the mainland's price system.

Little did she know that David's algorithm, which was full of word games and narrative tricks, was just a temporary arrangement to fool her.

The cost of raising dragons is extremely high, but it is definitely not that high. Otherwise, the Elf Kingdom in the New World that plays dragon cavalry would have gone bankrupt long ago.

David didn't know how the elves controlled costs.

But on his side, the meat by-products needed for dragon food can usually be obtained by letting the young dragons cooperate with the elven prisoners of war near the camp. In the future, if it is not enough, the white dragon Mephiler can go directly to the sea with a fishing net to catch one net after another. All fish are the freshest and high-quality protein and fat.

As for staple foods, he plans to import corn, wheat, barley and soybeans directly from the New World as vegetable protein supplements.

If the price of food skyrockets in the future, if it is not possible, we can make do with whole fish and meat dragon food, or we can transfer a group of druids among that batch of elves, and wander around the forest looking for berries to rub some [Shenmei] when we have nothing to do. Technique] Go inside and deal with it.

Anyway, dragons are not cats, and plant protein can be absorbed directly.

It is even possible to directly absorb iron, zinc, copper, manganese, selenium, iodine and other trace elements from soil ores, and to avoid heavy metal poisoning caused by excessive consumption, which is truly a miracle among carbon-based organisms.

For this reason, David did not mix soil into the dragon food like the gang of black-hearted cat food merchants in his previous life, which can be regarded as the discovery of his limited conscience.

But according to this algorithm, it seems that the entire camp's dragon food can not only be self-sufficient, but can even be exported to other dragons in exchange for wealth in the future.

Then he still made money!

When he thought of this, David was in a good mood. He ignored the female red dragon behind him who was getting more and more collapsed. He was coming over with a pot of fresh dragon food from afar to give him a snack before going out to work, but unexpectedly heard that The white dragon Mephiele, whose brain stem was directly burned at the cost of such a terrible survival, spread his wings and left.

"Hey! That's not right! I'm different from her. I, Mephile, was the White Dragon Treasure brought back directly by my master!"

"Doesn't that mean that I don't have to spend any money to eat dragon food? Or maybe it's all the owner's money. Hehe, hehehehe."

As long as a young man stays here, he can theoretically earn as much treasure as an adult dragon just from eating.

The clever Mephiler figured out the logic here in a blink of an eye.

What the hell!

It’s so cool to work for free!

He, Murphy, is making a lot of money!

The nonsense that Mephiler said to comfort himself was a word that woke up the dragon in his dream.

"Yeah. Can't we just find a way to get the evil dragon to pay for it?"

Then Lizlit would also be making money.

For some reason, the most explosive gossip in the entire Scanis continent that year immediately appeared in Lizlit's mind.

That is the rumor that the legendary red dragon, Crimson Calamity Pavla, directly bowed a poor silver dragon to the Tyrannosaurus.

I don’t know if she thought of some inappropriate image of the young dragon, but Lizlit’s brain almost burned out again. She quickly shook her head to get rid of this shameful thought:

"No, no! How could I compromise with this evil dragon so easily!"

"Cheer up, work hard, and strive to be an independent female red dragon like Lady Pavla, Lizlit!"

Just when the red dragon soared into the sky and went to the cloud to dissipate heat for its almost overloaded CPU.

The only thing left in the entire camp was the brass dragon tied up in a cage.

"Ugh! Ooooh!"

In order to prevent him from disturbing the enjoyment of the red dragon David, the owner of the camp, in accordance with David's will, except for eating, all the places where he could speak were tightly blocked. In order to prevent him from ventriloquism, he was even blocked. The corset of an elf lady was tied to him with iron ropes.

As a result, he got distracted whenever he wanted to speak.

If you talk again, you fart.

He was really anxious to death.

But is it difficult for this small difficulty to defeat him like a brass dragon?

He immediately used his thoughts as his touch and the dragon's inheritance as his diary.

The outrageous things he saw today, the black heart of Long Liang, and the shamelessness of Red Dragon were all written down in a document called "Red Dragon Camp Records."

The thought of waiting for me to turn around and publish this bardic work that is destined to shock the entire dragon circle, will be full of fame and fortune.

He felt that his trip was not in vain.

He is the brass dragon Vladimir.

What a profit!