Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

"......"

Erin had never been so speechless before. She had the urge to beat the profiteer in front of her to death. If these guys were not more greedy than she thought, she would not show up.

However, considering that other merchants were probably not easy to talk to, the little dragon girl who disliked trouble loosened her slightly clenched fist again.

Little did she know that she had just walked through the gates of hell. Seeing that the girl was unmoved, she just felt that her sincerity was not enough. After all, this was the daughter of a bartender. How could she be bought by a mere piece of candy.

After knocking his head in annoyance, Magrisius quickly took out a palm-sized steam train model from the storage ring.

This was a small toy recently developed by the Dwarf Empire. It became popular in the Human Empire in a short period of time. He didn't believe that the girl was still not tempted.

But as soon as he brought the small train in front of him, his neck suddenly tightened, as if the air around him had turned into a pair of invisible big hands, clamping him tightly.

Then, the big hands began to rise, and lifted him up into the air.

A strong feeling of suffocation filled his brain, and Magrisius struggled in the air, kicking his legs and grabbing with his hands.

But no matter how he struggled, it was useless.

Seeing that their employer was in danger, the mercenaries quickly surrounded him, took out their weapons and surrounded Irene.

They didn't have the habit of respecting the elderly and loving the young, and this was a magical world. These people only thought that the girl in front of them was probably an old pervert who was disguised as a loli but didn't know how old she was.

Irene looked at the three people who surrounded her coldly. "Want to fight?"

After the words fell, Magrisius, who was lifted into the air by the magician's hand, struggled even harder, and his face turned liver-colored.

The dog-headed people watching around also took out their weapons at this moment.

There were wooden spears, wooden sticks, and some just picked up a stone.

Compared to the excellent equipment of the three mercenaries, they looked like a bunch of chickens and dogs, but such chickens and dogs gave the three mercenaries great pressure.

To be precise, the main pressure came from the girl in front of them, and these dog-headed people were more of an obstacle to their escape route.

Surrounded by this group of dog-headed people, if you want to escape, you need to kill a bloody way. Even a group of pigs will take a long time to kill, let alone these dog-headed people.

‘Damn it.’ The strongest man among the three mercenaries cursed in his heart and said, “We have no grudges against you, please let our boss go.”

He was a bronze-level mercenary and thought he was not weak, but facing the girl in front of him, he had a sense of danger that made his hair stand up.

This ability similar to the sixth sense had saved his life countless times during his adventures. He was sure that if the person in front of him took action, he would definitely die, and he would die miserably.

"You said to release him, so I'll be embarrassed, won't I?" Irene blinked, looking harmless, even her voice was soft and sticky, but it made the three mercenaries feel cold.

A thin mercenary mage felt a little embarrassed to be threatened by such a little girl. He stepped forward, and the energy fluctuations burst out from the staff in his hand, but before he could do anything, the strong mercenary stretched out a hand to stop him and said to Irene: "What do you want to do? As long as you release our boss, we will agree."

"What?" Aren't you looking for me? Irene loosened her grip on Magrisius at the right time, allowing him to breathe barely, to prevent him from being strangled to death by mistake.

"Ahem...." Margrisius felt like he was about to see the kingdom of the goddess of wealth. After taking two deep breaths, the color on his face faded a little, and then he looked at the girl below with horror: "You are...you are..."

"I am the bartender you are looking for." Irene continued the second half of his sentence, looking up and said, "How about we make a deal?"

"What...what deal?" Margrisius asked.

"Help me sell a batch of goods." Irene glared at several mercenaries who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity, and then continued: "Afterwards, it will be 9:1, I will take 9 and you will take 1."

"No! This is too little!" Margrisius blurted out subconsciously. As a businessman, he regards profit as more important than anything else, but he paid the price for it the next second. The magician's hand began to tighten gradually, and his brain fell into a state of hypoxia again, and his eyes were gradually shrouded in darkness.

"Okay, okay, if you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will." Irene snapped her fingers and walked away without looking back. The kobolds spontaneously made way for her.

The mercenaries looked at each other and saw that Irene did not attack them.Plan, also tacitly pretended that nothing happened, compared to the employer's life, it is obvious that his own life is more important.

"I... I do it... I do it..." A faint voice came from the sky, holding his neck tightly with both hands, he finally faced the reality when he saw that he was really going to see the goddess of wealth.

"Oh?" Irene, who was about to walk out of the encirclement of the kobolds, turned around and stretched out a finger to hook it. Magrisius was immediately like a puddle of mud, and was dragged in front of him and fell to the ground.

"Cough cough cough..." Magrisius, who had eaten a mouthful of mud, trembled and barely raised his head. His eyes just met the pair of golden eyes. His heart was chilled, as if he was not facing a human, but a dragon.

Under the bronze magic, magic intimidation and the natural power of the dragon, the last psychological defense of this poor merchant was completely broken.

He no longer held out hope, and said with a resigned look: "What...what do you want me to sell?"

"Pah." Irene clapped her hands, and the dog-headed people immediately dispersed. They moved the wooden barrels one by one and placed them on the square.

Irene squatted on the ground, looking at the poor merchant lying on the ground with an innocent smile on her face. Her tone was very gentle, like a devil in hell bewitching people, and she persuaded him: "Help me sell some wine. If you perform well, we can cooperate for a long time."

Although what he heard was what he wanted most just now, Magrisius couldn't be happy.

"Don't be so sad." Irene frowned her pretty little eyebrows, stretched out her little hand and forcibly pulled the man's mouth into an ugly smile. "This is a big business, my dear partner."

"Come on, laugh twice for me."

"Hehe... Hehe..." Magrisius's face wrinkled into a ball, and he gave two dry laughs, which were uglier than crying.

"Well... a smile makes you look ten years younger."

Irene took out a piece of parchment and a quill pen from somewhere, put them on the ground, and stretched out a hand to make a gesture of invitation.

"Come, let the God of Truth witness our first cooperation."

After seeing this contract that was obviously prepared in advance, Magrisius knew that he might be in trouble this time. The businessman's caution made him read every word of the contract carefully, but the more he read, the deeper his brows frowned.

The general content of the contract is: from the signing of the contract, Party A will provide wine and beverages, and Party B will be responsible for selling. During the cooperation period, Party B shall not damage the interests of Party A, and the selling price shall not be lower than the market average price. The profits will be divided into 91, with Party A taking 90% and Party B taking 10%. The right to interpret the deadline of the cooperation belongs to Party A.

This is a naked unequal agreement.

Under the witness of the God of Truth, no one dares to play word games, otherwise they will only suffer endless divine punishment, that is, once signed, they must be strictly abided by.

Even though he cursed in his heart, Margrisius still picked up the pen and signed his name helplessly under the gaze of the God of Truth.

As a fish on the chopping board, he had no choice.

After the oath was established, he could only unload the supplies on the car according to the agreement, and move the barrels of wine to the packhorse with three mercenaries.

After taking a complicated look at the girl with an innocent smile, Margrisius rode on the horse, squeezed the horse's belly, and drove away like a runaway.

Until the figure completely disappeared in the yellow sand, the lake in the oasis suddenly stirred, and David, who had been lurking in the lake for a long time, jumped out and landed beside Irene with a "boom".

"Sister, why do you have to leave them 10%?" David asked with some confusion.

Looking at the desert where no one had been seen for a while, Irene spoke slowly after a while: "I need both big sticks and sweet dates. I need to give him some sweetness. Otherwise, how can he work for me honestly?" After that, she turned to look at Wangcai who was more respectful, "Prepare some more fruits for me. I want to do an experiment."