The Dragon Princess Who Traveled Through Another World

Maddie City is the largest and most prosperous town near the coast of Beira.

There are teleportation magic circles leading to most large towns in the empire.

There are branches established by major guilds.

There are also various commercial streets here.

From equipment stores frequented by adventurers to food stores for ordinary citizens' daily needs.

Here is the fiefdom of Earl Kendiwen.

Earl Kendiwen, a veteran imperial knight, has made many contributions to the current emperor.

After getting old, return to the family fief to support the rest of the life.

Banquet gatherings between at least three to four nobles every week;

Two social dances on Saturday and Sunday;

Playing polo during the day, and learning martial arts with my son from time to time...

Such a life should be wonderful.

However……

The earl's window was originally facing a mountain.

That mountain is called Mandela Mountain.

It's a nice mountain.

The ancestor of the Kendiwen family was entrusted by the empire until now, and the mountain is there.

The years of existence of that mountain are even longer than the history of Maddie City.

One day, however, Lord Thornridge Kendivan awoke.

He opened the curtains and stretched his muscles facing the window.

Breathing the fresh air with morning moisture outside the window, and habitually looking at the scenic Mandela peak...

Unfortunately, the mountain 'disappeared'.

Of course, a mountain peak will not rise from the ground for no reason and move a nest for itself.

The panic-stricken Sunridge Kendiwen immediately sent someone to investigate, and the results made him dumbfounded.

A 'nobody' who has never been taken seriously by him.

From a noble family with no meritorious deeds, the heir of a good-for-nothing who came out.

Charlie Violet.

Since then, this strange name has come into the sight of Earl Kendiven.

The Costa Bella was a well-known 'junk dump' for the nearby nobles.

At the banquet, the fief lord of this place is often nicknamed the garbage lord by the nobles.

However, it was this unknown little bastard.

I don't know what method was used to turn the whole mountain into a huge sinkhole!

Kendivan, the loyal eagle dog of the empire, was so frightened that his hands and feet were cold.

The investigation turned out to be fruitless.

No one knows why the protruding mountain became a sunken tiankeng overnight.

Such mighty power must be extraordinary power.

So, here comes the question, Charlie Violet, rumored to be a well-known waste in the Imperial City, will it be extraordinary? !

Earl Kendiwen immediately wrote to the emperor.

During that time, he was worried every day.

It felt like sitting on top of a thousand goblin magic bottles.

Too much stimulation, insomnia every night.

Finally, he received a letter from the Emperor of the Empire.

[Wait and see what happens. 】

There are only four words, and the emperor's private seal is stamped underneath.

Those four words made Earl Kendiven who swore allegiance to the Emperor of the Empire.

Almost used a series of vulgar words to 'consolate' all the women in His Majesty's family.

Today, Kendiven went to the tavern to recruit some spies as usual.

He has been doing this work since he received a letter from the Emperor of the Empire.

He found one of the most famous adventurer's taverns in the city.

Spend gold there and recruit some adventurers.

Let them pretend to be refugees and sneak into Utopia.

Then, pass back some information from time to time.

As for why you have to recruit a wave of spies every week...

Speaking of this matter, Ken Diwen is also suffering and can't tell.

The spies sent can sneak into Utopia every time.

In the first day or two, the news could be sent back.

But, the hell is that, within a week, all these spies lost contact.

There was no audio at all, leaving Kendiwen at a loss.

I don't know whether they were exposed and slaughtered, or they gave up the final payment and ran away with the deposit.

The only thing he can do is to keep going to bars and recruiting spies who want money or life.

Then it keeps repeating, the infinite matryoshka model of hiring people, losing contact, and hiring people again.

Because this matter cannot see the light.

It is the emperor's secret order again, so this matter must be done in a sufficiently secretive manner.

The loyal Kendivan was worried about leaking the secret, so he didn't want to leave this matter to anyone.

Especially his seemingly loyal servants.

There is no servant in this world who does not chew his master's tongue.

If Ken Diwen believed them, it would be this time tomorrow.

He sent spies to spy on the lord next door, and it spread throughout the city.

Earl Kendivan, who did it himself, went through a skillful disguise, as usual.

Have the coachman drop him in the center of town.

He put on a black cloak, covered most of his features with a hood, lowered his head, and walked towards the Adventurer's Tavern.

The owner of the tavern is a retired mercenary with many scars on his body.

Every summer, the boss only needs to dress a little 'cooler'.

On the exposed arm like a steel bar, you can see the scars caused by three or four different weapons.

At this time, the boss came out from the back door with two large wine barrels on his shoulders.

Ken Diwen happened to pass by and was seen by the boss.

Hi! You are here again.

The proud earl lord would have disdain to talk to these inferior people.

But once, he was pestered by some gangsters.

After not going to the battlefield for a long time, he was hollowed out by the extravagant life.

The veteran who used to gallop on the battlefield was pressed and rubbed on the ground by a few low-level adventurers.

Seeing that one of them raised a big wooden stick and was about to smash it towards Kendiwen's head.

At the critical moment, it was this tavern owner who didn't look like a good guy who rescued him.

As an honored knight, Kendiven expressed his gratitude when he was rescued.

I also have to dig out my pocket and give this upright boss gold coins as a thank you gift.

However, the boss who didn't take this matter to heart resolutely refused.

The next day, the tavern owner received an official letter from the city lord.

It said that the city lord provided him with a shop in an excellent location in the city center for free to open a tavern.

The old tavern located on the outskirts of the city was requisitioned by the city lord.

This is undoubtedly a good thing for the pie in the sky.

The boss has no reason not to agree.

Seeing the boss greet him, Ken Diwen nodded coldly.

Hey...you are here to harm those poor ghosts again.

The boss knew him well, so he couldn't help but complain.

Ken Diwen: ...At least, my reward is very generous, and it is worth what they pay.

The boss shrugged, But it's getting harder and harder for you to recruit people now.

Hey, I know that in my tavern, there have been 'gossips' about you recently.

Gossip, at first, was the first word popular among goblins.

Later, it was known to the loyal readers of the three magazines.

Now, it has been widely circulated.

The boss was out of fashion and said this to Ken Diwen.

Tell me what?

As soon as he heard the word 'gossip', Kendiwen was about to explode.

In Goblin Three Magazine, anyone who has anything to do with this word will not have a good result!

For example, a certain legendary thief who is said to have an explosive X function; another example is the high-level executives of the Magic Association headquarters, those unspeakable chaotic relationships...

The Association of Magicians is currently busy electing a new head of the Association.

The old one was said to have heard gossip about him and died of anger.

In short, this year, it is said that you have been gossiped.

In Kendiwen's cognition, that is basically the beginning of your social death.

What can I say? It's all speculation about those you hire.

Some people say that the people you hired are all dead.

Some people also say that you killed those people.

In short, it's not a good word. I guess you're exhausted today, and you can hire at most one.

The boss talked with Kendiven in disguise while walking.

Why one? Kendiwen frowned slightly.

The boss patted him on the back and pointed to an old drunk in a tavern in a dirty robe.

Because, there is only such a fresh face here today.

Kendall appeared.

Everyone shy away from him.

Obviously, the rumors about him in the tavern were terrible.

What the boss relayed to him were all the more 'gentle' ones.

Kendiwen, as usual, gave everyone a drink, and then started shouting.

1000 gold coins, accept the secret mission! You must sign a non-disclosure agreement and ask the gods to notarize it!

At first this task was only 30 gold coins.

Then there were 50, 100, 200, ... until now, 1,000 gold coins, but no one said anything.

Money is indeed a good thing, but you have to spend it wisely.

Who will do something that is 100% 'must die'?

After waiting for a long time, no one responded, Ken Diwen was very upset.

He went to the bar sullenly, and complained to the boss that people's hearts are not old.

Hey, you shitty adventurer, you don't have the spirit of adventure at all, so why bother? Why don't you go home and farm!

The boss smiled helplessly and invited him a glass of honey wheat beer.

'Gudong', 'Gudong'...

Ken Diwen drank half of it in one breath.

The boss gave him advice while wiping the cup.

Hey, see that dirty old man over there? You go over there and get a glass of white wine, that's all he's going to drink.

Then, talk to him.

This is your only chance, miss him, and you will return tonight without success.

Ken Diwen put down the wooden wine glass and sighed.

In the end, as the boss said, he took a glass of Savac white wine and walked towards the old alcoholic sitting in the corner.

All the people in the tavern showed sympathy and looked at the drunkard old man.

Hey, do you want to make money? Ken Diwen tapped his fingers on the table.

Woke up the drowsy old man.

Ah? What? Closed?

The old man's loud voice startled Kendivan.

No, keep your voice down, let me ask you if you want to earn gold coins?

What?! How do you know that I sell medicine?! The old man shouted, scratching his neck.

Ken Diwen: ...

I can go to your drugstore! Co-author This is an old liar who sells fake medicines!

The old man started to take out his dirty robe, muttering: Hey, no matter where you go, you can't get rid of people looking for me to buy medicine.

Ah, speaking of which, what kind of medicine do you want? Listen to your voice, you are quite old, and you usually come to me at this age...

ah! Do you want dragon blood? Is that the super lich Edward, who drank to strengthen his yang during his lifetime?

The old man was so drunk that he spoke so loudly that the whole tavern could hear him.

Ken Diwen's face turned green.

The bar was full of wild laughter.

These laughter made Medivh's blood pressure soar.

No! I don't want to buy medicine! One thousand gold coins, take a trip to the 'Utopia', why don't you?

As he spoke, Kendiwen took out a large bag of gold coins.

It hit the old wooden table in the tavern with a 'Hula'.

The tavern was instantly quiet.

Everyone stared at the bag of gold coins and swallowed.

The old man's cloudy eyeballs regained a little clarity.

His eyeballs rolled.

Did you say Utopia? It sounds good. He saw it loudly.

Everyone in the bar suddenly realized.

Medivh covered his face with one hand.

Damn old drunkard, I really want to strangle him.

Let's go out and talk.

Ken Diwen grabbed the old man's neck and dragged him out, saying this while walking.

Sure enough, as the bar owner expected.

On this day, the great lord of Maddie City only recruited an old man with deaf ears and a surprisingly loud voice.

...

The old man signed a non-disclosure agreement.

Then he slept soundly in the best hotel in the city.

The next day, a secret team escorted him out of Maddie City.

The old man sat in a splendid carriage.

He took out the gold coin bag in his sleeve and weighed it.

'Wow', 'wow'...

The gold coins collided with each other, making an incomparably beautiful sound.

...Are people so nice these days? Send me to the destination again, and return the travel expenses.

Tsk, good man~ the old man sitting in the carriage muttered loudly.

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