Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

In the dragon's nest at the bottom of the lake.

"Sister, are you sure this time it's not poisonous?" David raised a transparent oversized glass jar, looked at the bright red liquid mixed with many impurities, and asked hesitantly.

"You will know if you try it. Anyway, it won't poison you." The little dragon girl who looked like a little girl was wearing a white coat, holding a piece of parchment and a quill pen in her hand, waiting for the results of the experiment.

"Gudong."

David swallowed his saliva. This was the Nth time he was forced to try these strange things. In the past month, without exception, they were all so unpalatable that they made the dragon nauseous.

The taste was hard to describe. Even a scavenging dragon like a black dragon could hardly accept it.

"Do you want to drink it?" Irene raised her eyebrows, put away the quill pen and parchment, and said with her arms crossed.

"Isn't it... that those dog-headed people can't drink it?" David wanted to refuse, but he received the answer that he had repeated countless times.

"I'm afraid I'll poison them to death."

"Fuck! Aren't you afraid of poisoning me to death?" David lay on the ground and started rolling around. "I'm your brother!?"

"The emotional card is useless." Irene stared at the little black dragon in front of her with a pair of dead fish eyes, imitating the crocodile's death roll, and stretched out a hand to hold him down, "Those dog-headed people are precious labor, who will work if they are poisoned to death."

"Besides, you are a black dragon with innate immunity to toxins, it's strange that you can be poisoned to death."

As she said, she stepped on the face of the little black dragon with one foot, forcibly pried open the upper and lower jaws, the glass jar floated out of thin air, the cork opened automatically, and poured it into his mouth.

"Woo woo woo!!!"

The miserable howl suddenly resounded throughout the dragon's nest.

"Ah!!! Meizhawuwugediwula (murdering my own brother) wuwuwu!!!"

"It's no use shouting your throat out, no dragon will come to save you!"

"Cough cough cough cough... Break your throat! Break your throat!"

The helpless little black dragon wanted to struggle, but was tied up by the magic chains released by the little dragon mother like a hairy crab about to be steamed in a pot, and no longer had the ability to resist...

The reason was that a month ago, Irene was inspired and suddenly had the idea of ​​using the knowledge of her previous life to make wine.

Although the methods of making wine in the two worlds are quite different, the taste of the wine is similar, and Irene thinks that the wine in her previous life may taste better than that in this other world.

Moreover, the materials used for making wine in the previous life are much cheaper than the magic materials used by those bartenders.

With low costs, profits are naturally high. If you can successfully make wine in this other world, it means that you will have a steady source of gold coins from now on.

Doing trade is much safer than burning, killing and looting like other evil dragons.

Maybe she could monopolize the wine business of the entire continent by herself, become a CEO, reach the pinnacle of dragon life, and become a rich dragon with a name left in the dragon heritage!

With such a great dream in mind, Xiao Longniang began to experiment. Before preparing to make wine, she first burned sand with fire magic, refined a batch of glass jars, replaced the original wooden barrels, and then fermented fresh fruits in the glass jars, trying to make fruit wine.

As a result, the wine made by Xiao Longniang, who had no experience in making wine, was either covered with strange molds or exuded a pungent stench. In order to verify whether these test products were drinkable, David, the home dragon, successfully became a guinea pig and was responsible for tasting.

"Bang!"

The glass jar fell heavily to the ground, and there was no drop of liquid left inside. Irene jumped down from the little black dragon, untied the magic restraints, clapped her hands and asked, "How does it taste?"

David lay on the ground with lifeless eyes like a drowning fish rescued ashore, "Sister... I seem to see Aunt Tiamat waving at me..."

"Tsk, it seems to have failed again."

The little dragon lady skillfully took out a feather pen and parchment, preparing to record the experimental data behind the table marked with grape winemaking methods, but she noticed David licking the corner of his mouth, suddenly sitting up, and his face became a little strange.

"Sister..."

"Hmm?" Irene tilted her head, "Why? Did Aunt Tiamat reject you because you are ugly?"

"Uh...no." David stretched out his claws to pick up some of the wine on his body and licked it. Under the gaze of the little dragon lady, he said word by word: "I think you seem to have succeeded."

.......

"Crunch...Crunch..."

When the old dog-headed man Wangcai brought a wooden cart full of food to the dragon's nest at the bottom of the lake, he saw the little dragon lady who was so excited that she was performing street dance on the spot, and the little dragon lady who was so excited that she finally didn't have to worry about the little dragon lady.When trying the white mouse, the little black dragon was so moved that he burst into tears.

Although he didn't understand what was going on, Wangcai still saluted the man and the dragon very respectfully. "Your Majesty, this is today's food."

"Hmm?" Irene, who was immersed in excitement, noticed that there was an outsider coming, and quickly stopped her handstand and 360-degree Thomas rotation. She coughed twice in embarrassment, smoothed her white robe, and raised her head slightly to indicate.

This experiment was indeed a little exciting. Her current mood was probably similar to winning 100 million in a scratch lottery in her previous life.

However, it is not time to relax yet.

With the means of winemaking, the output is not as small as the few barrels of wine passed down by the dog-headed people's ancestors. This is a continuous output.

It can be expected that after making wine according to this method, once this batch of freshly baked wine begins to flow into the market in large quantities, it will definitely have a great impact on the originally stable wine market.

Those bartenders who originally made a living by practicing wine making will probably go crazy for this, and even follow the clues to come to the door for a duel.

Irene already has a plan for this.

That is to add water.

As long as enough water is added, the quality of the wine will be lowered, and the impact will not be on the entire wine market, but on the bottom market that can only afford diluted wine.

Compared with the high-end market controlled by those famous bartenders, the bottom market is mostly competed by some bottom bartenders.

These bottom bartenders are generally not strong. Even if they really come to the door through the Internet, Irene is sure to kill them in this god-forsaken place without anyone knowing.

The main problem now is that she is a dragon. Before a dragon reaches adulthood, it will fall into a deep sleep every once in a while, and develop rapidly and comprehend the dragon's heritage during sleep.

After sleeping, if someone comes to the door, these weak dog-headed people will not be able to resist at all.

It would be a small matter if the brewing method was exposed, but it would be the end of them if their two weak, helpless and gluttonous young dragons were exposed.

Irene didn't want to wake up and find herself surrounded by a group of adventurers who wanted to kill dragons.

So... she needed to strengthen the strength of this tribe.

And the easiest way for a dragon to strengthen its followers is to transform them into dragonborn.

Thinking of this, Irene looked at Wangcai who was about to leave after delivering the food.