Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

"So what do you mean?" Rolls-Royce was a little confused. He always felt that the kobold chief Polikli was playing with something very new, but he could never get around the corner.

Polycris stared at the Brass Dragon seriously and said: "The laws of the empire are rooted in history, and social customs are inherited by culture. Do you agree with this sentence?"

Rolls-Royce slapped his butt.

Although I don’t understand it, I always feel like it’s awesome!

Subconsciously, he nodded.

"So," Policris spread his hands, "Since it has historical deposits and cultural inheritance, do you think a mere gold coin can baptize people's minds enough? This is a sin, and to punish sin, we must let them Know the wages of sin!”

Rolls-Royce shook his head and nodded again.

He also felt that a gold coin was not enough to deter Xiao Xiao.

So he humbly asked for advice: "Well, Polikri, how many gold coins do you think we should get to satisfy that... historical accumulation and cultural inheritance..."

Polycris looked at the brass dragon up and down, as if looking at a fine commodity, and seemed to be weighing the price of the commodity.

How much wealth can a giant dragon bring to the table?

Policris frowned.

"You turn around and show me?"

Rolls-Royce was puzzled, but he still turned around and exposed his butt.

Polikli observed carefully for a while, touching his chin with one paw, and calculating with the other paw, and his brows gradually relaxed.

"Just take out five hundred gold coins!"

He clapped his hands.

Because there are probably more than 500 scales on the butt of Rolls-Royce that can hide gold coins, so theoretically, this brass dragon has assets worth at least a thousand gold coins. After all, one scale may not only be able to hide A gold coin.

He has become very animalistic.

Even half of it was left for Rolls-Royce.

Where can I find a kobold as reasonable as him?

"Why do you need so many!" Leslas stared at the dragon eyes. He only had less than a thousand gold coins left on him.

Polycris' reaction to the Brass Dragon was predictable.

So he pulled the Rolls-Royce and turned around to face the noisy and bustling Imperial Capital.

Polycris raised his hand and pointed, and said proudly: "Rolls-Royce, take a good look at this great city. What can you see from it?"

Looking in the direction of Polikri's finger, Rolls-Royce blinked and said seriously: "Roasted chicken, roasted rabbit, roasted potatoes, that...well, that should be pan-fried fat-headed fish!"

Polycris: "...(・_・)...?"

Let this stupid dragon look at the beautiful and spectacular imperial capital, but where will his attention go!?

Simply unforgivable!

Polikli patiently regained his dissipated momentum, and with a wave of his dog's paw, he was as angry as a tiger.

"Rolls-Royce, don't be so short-sighted! There's more to your life than just food!"

"Still sleeping? Mating?" Rolls-Royce answered.

Polycris: "..."

I really want to kick this dragon to death, but what should I do if I can't?

"I mean, look at our royal capital, isn't it beautiful?" Poliikli said patiently.

"beautiful."

“Isn’t our Majesty Watrous’s empire magnificent?”

"Spectacular!" Rolls-Royce agreed again.

"So," Policris grinned and said seductively, "then do you think such a beautiful and magnificent river and mountains are not worth a mere five hundred gold coins?"

Rolls-Royce looked left and right, and saw smooth streets, neat buildings, people coming and going, children running and playing, and laughter lingering in his ears. It looked like a prosperous empire.

It must have been his dream to once rule an empire like this.

If you exchange five hundred gold coins for this scene, it is certainly worth it.

"I understand!" Rolls-Royce nodded slightly, "I am willing to use a mere five hundred gold coins to maintain the prosperity of this empire. This is my honor!"

After saying that, he started to lick the scales on his butt.

It took half an hour to dig out five hundred gold coins.

In order to show respect for the entire empire, Rolls-Royce also neatly packed these gold coins in a delicate leather bag before giving them to Policris.

"Here, five hundred gold coins!"

Polycris took the gold coin and weighed it twice in his hand, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Very good, Rolls-Royce. I really saw you right. Your actions have maintained the historical foundation and social atmosphere of the empire. You are a hero. Every one of our monsters is proud of you!" He patted it encouragingly. Pat the Rolls-Royce's dragon claw, and then hang the gold coin bag on his waist.

These gold coins are of course dedicated to His Majesty Watrous.

What kind of historical deposits, what kind of social atmosphere...go to hell!

When Rolls-Royce heard the kobold chief's praise, he couldn't help but raise his chin proudly.

He stared at the surrounding streets with his peripheral vision, and the curious and fearful looks from people seemed to turn into admiration and admiration at this moment.

"I am the heroic dragon!"

He said to himself, "I saved the face of the empire! Aha! I am so great!"

The orange cat was held in the hand of the kobold chief and was completely shocked.

What kind of dragon is this?

This is so retarded!

Even Bailong, who is known for being mentally retarded, wouldn't be that stupid, right? Could it be that this is a white dragon beast covered in brass dragon skin, and it is also accompanied by the nasty disease of congenital cerebellar hypoplasia?

"Damn it, meow!" Daju looked at Rolls-Royce with hatred. It didn't want to be exposed, but it couldn't help it. "This damn kobold is lying to you, meow!"

"Huh? There's a talking cat here!"

Rolls-Royce's eyes widened.

Talking people are everywhere, but talking cats are relatively rare.

If he catches this cat and lets him chat with him every day...

Rolls-Royce imagined it.

A group of people on the left and a cat on the right. Everyone is having fun together and talking all night long. Isn't it a wonderful thing?

This made him instantly interested in orange cats.

A pair of dragon eyes looked at the orange cat without blinking.

"Stupid brass dragon, what are you looking at me for? Meow! The kobold is lying to you, meow! You have no brain, meow!" The orange cat stretched out its chubby paw and shook it in front of the Rolls-Royce.

But before he could swing twice, he was knocked out by Polycris.

"Be honest with me!" Polycris pinched the orange cat's neck and said viciously:

"Although you are a talking cat, you still have to compensate for what you deserve. Three fat-headed fish or fifty silver coins, your choice!"