The Dragon Princess Who Traveled Through Another World

Mr. Harpy, can the Goblin United Chamber of Commerce provide us with the sales data of New World Daily around the world?

Even if you can't provide all over the world, please at least provide sales in the three major human empires. This is very important, thank you.

Harpy, who was suddenly arrested for a meeting due to force majeure, was standing in the middle of the city hall.

The whole goblin was dumbfounded.

As a goblin, an outside member of Utopia, it is good to be able to participate in the emergency meeting at the top of Utopia.

But one problem after another came, and the bosses sitting in the conference hall were all on the seats, and all of them spoke in an irritable manner.

That's scary goblins.

If it wasn't for the lighting problem, Charlie felt that the skin color of the goblin who was thrown in the middle of the conference hall would have changed from dark green to light green.

Tsk, I was so scared that I faded away.

Trembling, Harpy finally seized the opportunity to speak: Ah, actually...sales are not important anymore...

Because this morning's New World Daily was distributed for free. Happy swallowed after speaking.

Eh... all over the world, the areas they can cover...

What?!

The conference hall was completely blown up like a ladle of water poured into a hot oil pan.

Harpy was frightened and quickly added: But, but their coverage rate is less than ours, 16% less!

Up to now, you are focusing on the influence of the newspaper, isn't it a bit biased?

What advice does the military have?

The tall dragonborn sat on a 'weak and pitiful' metal seat, his vertical pupils were full of brutal fighting intent.

War! Meet the enemy with killing! Repay the humiliation with death! Wash away the stigma with blood!

We red-robed arcanists agree with this!

The rest of the House of Representatives: ...

Charlie, who had been quarreled early in the morning and had a headache: ...

Is there anything more terrifying than a group of utopian dragonborn, or a group of red-robed arcanists?

have.

When the dragon descendants of Utopia meet the red-robed arcanists, it's really like an atomic bomb on a rocket, and they can't be stopped.

That...Although it is said that there will probably be a fight, am I the only one who cares about this issue?

As one of the members of Utopia, why didn't I know that we arranged to assassinate the Silver Emperor?

Ah, now that this is mentioned, from the military department, are you guys doing this job?

Theon, who was suddenly named by several old men in Bella Village who were finding fault with his profession: ???

However, Theon quickly thought of the incident at the gate of the new city yesterday.

Thinking of the crux of the problem, he couldn’t help but glanced at Charlie, and kept silent about it.

Charlie finally found a chance to speak.

In fact, it is like this, the Silver Empire sent a mission yesterday...

Before Charlie finished speaking, Scorch, who had been silent all the time, stood up, Everyone, I'm sorry, the incident should be caused by me.

Scorch succinctly described what happened outside the new city yesterday.

That's the way it is. I should take full responsibility. For this, I am willing to accept any punishment, including my position...

What are you talking about? Theon's tail hit the ground with a 'slap'.

Seeing that it broke a brick three times.

Scorch lowered his head slightly, like a prisoner ready to die at any time.

If only one death could save the land he loves from the flames of war.

Then, he is willing to give everything for the utopia, even his life.

'Knock knock knock' Charlie tapped on the table lightly.

Seeing that everyone was looking at her, she gently said:

No one can run wild on Bella's territory. And no one can lose us a good consul because of this ridiculous planting.

Then let me summarize the content of this emergency meeting.

First, immediately enter a state of war with the Silver Empire. Whoever agrees to this point will oppose it.

The emerald green pupils scanned the congressmen sitting behind the stepped conference table.

Scorch lowered his head deeply.

His fists dug in, and his teeth bit his lip to keep himself from crying out here.

Surface races discriminate against dungeon races, especially dark goblins.

Because the dark goblins believe in Lolth, the queen of the spiders, and some dark elf mistresses have some well-known shortcomings.

Discrimination against dark elves has long been a normal truth, just like people need to eat when they get up early.

But now, Utopia is going to war with the newly established Silver Empire for him, a male dark elf who is discriminated against among the dark elves.

Are we all fools?

Because the city lord is a big fool, there are a group of bigger fools around her.

He himself was one of these great fools.

So, this time he was even more puzzled.

Put the blame on him, hand him over, and let the Silver Empire vent its hatred.

Why did everyone resolutely prepare to go to war with a huge empire for the sake of being a dark elf?

fool! They are all fools!

The vision that was staring at his own toes slowly blurred, and the crystal tears fell down unsatisfactorily.

Charlie is very satisfied with the voting results of all the members in the venue.

All passed.

Well, it doesn't look like they are all members. Scorch, who was designed for this matter, stood there, bowing his head like a humble guilty person admitting his mistake.

So, all the members have passed this? Charlie deliberately raised his voice, telling Scorch.

The dark elf's body trembled.

He raised his head in disbelief, and when he saw the councilors holding up the small wooden signs of 'approving' one by one, he also exposed his embarrassment to the public.

Pfft~

Some people couldn't help laughing when they saw the snot and tears on his face.

Civilian, huh~ Xi En spewed out two streams of air from his nostrils, as if he disdained the big man crying in public like this.

Cough~ Very good, so it's not the first time we've entered the war mode. Everyone should be familiar with the 'process', right? Charlie joked and changed the subject.

Let everyone stop laughing at Scorch.

Well, especially those of the black-robed wizards' association over there, it's too much for you to use photo crystals!

Are the emotions among colleagues all plastic?

Then, the second issue begins to be voted on, the appointment of Theon, the military department, to be in charge during the war...

The meeting lasted three hours.

After Charlie came out, he was told by Nao that the green dragon had returned safely and brought back the princess of the Silver Empire.

However, the schedule is too full, so Charlie can't take care of this side for now.

First of all, she is going to Lao Ya's black factory.

Hey, every time we fight, Fang Xiangya!

Through the portal of the Goblin United Branch, Charlie appeared directly in the underground world.

When the old ducks learned that there was going to be a war, they all seemed to have drunk twenty barrels of dragon's blood.

The corners of Charlie's eyes twitched slightly as they started casting the VI dwarf weapons one by one with their hammers.

Well, I almost missed a militant during the meeting just now.

This group of dwarves is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Surrounded by the masters of the dwarves, Charlie unfolded a blank parchment, and a little old dwarf with a white beard respectfully handed over a quill.

Thank you, Mr. Lulu Old Duck.

Charlie took the quill, and began to sketch the pattern in his mind on the parchment, and wrote lines of beautiful cursive characters by the way, acting as 'commentary' for the old ducks who couldn't understand the pictures.

Ladies and gentlemen, I need you to pull out a team of ten master craftsmen, including the Arcanist.

The team will work day and night to develop the weapon.

And this weapon, for the time being, we call it the Austrian missile. Its function must be able to accurately strike enemy combat units at a super long distance.

Let me provide you with a production idea for the time being, that is, the barrel of the missile can be carried by an adult dragon.

Well, whoever dares to hit my utopia, I dare to move out the Giant Dragon RPG and send you spiraling up to heaven!

...

After making arrangements for the goblins, Charlie went straight to the goblin headquarters.

Among other things, the public opinion war must be fought first.

At this point, Utopia is half a step behind.

On the issue of public opinion, lagging behind is a disadvantage.

Because intelligent creatures have 'preconceived' ideas.

How to counterattack depends on how Charlie uses the poisonous emerald brought back by His Royal Highness Princess Silver to make a fuss.

The goblins are not afraid of breaking the news, but they are afraid of not breaking the news.

Charlie said a few words, and the thieves' eyeballs of the goblins began to glow green.

With a few words of fuel and vinegar, the charcoal pens that the goblins used to record were all broken by the hand that tried to restrain their strength.

When she calmly finished speaking, the goblins almost worshiped her.

Well, stay a line in life, so we can meet each other in the future.

She kept her hand, and hoped that the new emperor of the Silver Empire would not welcome 'social death' just after taking the throne.

After solving this matter, it was past lunch time, and Charlie hurried back to White Castle.

Once in full combat readiness, the loudspeaker developed by the Arcanists in conjunction with the Dwarf Master will emit a piercing sound.

The chirping will last fifteen minutes.

When Charlie came back, everyone knew that there was going to be a war again, whether it was Ideal Township or Xincheng.

Anne's eyes that seemed to be talking were full of worries that couldn't be concealed.

But as a qualified housekeeper, she can't let her master add troubles at home.

A sumptuous lunch was brought to the table one after another by the maids.

The first thing Charlie did was to quickly feed his black dragon cub.

Children are still growing, so don't starve.

As a result, the black dragon pushed the food to Charlie's mouth with its claws.

Yo, I know it hurts me, I didn't raise you for nothing~!

Charlie maintained his dining etiquette, enjoying the sumptuous lunch specially prepared by Annette in a swift but elegant manner.

After filling his stomach, Charlie rang the magic summoning bell casually.

Thus, in the small meeting room of White Castle, a second confidential meeting was held.

No way, there are currently eighty-one councilors at the city hall.

These include some of Bella's old men in the early years.

The best of these old men was Tom, who could read Braille and had been the village tax collector in his youth.

However, the rest of the old men couldn't spell their names completely.

Therefore, it is doomed that Charlie can say only a few things at the town hall meeting.

Walking into the small conference hall, all the high-level fighters who are utopias are already sitting here.

Two legends representing the Arcanists, two dragons past adulthood.

That's not to say that others are not entitled to this room.

Instead, everyone is in their respective positions, and in order to prepare for the emergency, they are all busy with their duties.

As soon as Charlie sat on the sofa, Eris challenged the green dragon.

The faint blue soul fire flickered in his eye sockets.

Green Dragon, you should give us an explanation.

Panosis, who had just experienced the 'Dragon's Trough' last night, took several deep breaths before he could suppress his rising grievances.

He's just a courier, and he almost turned over in the gutter, what's there to explain?

Second public execution?

Furthermore, the eldest son of Princess Ludu has a silly reason to confess to you, a new little fart legend!

However, the black dragon on Charlie's shoulder narrowed his golden eyes slightly.

The highly poisonous emerald from the heart in a second: It's like this, Mr. Eris...

The green dragon quickly and objectively relayed what happened to him last night.

Charlie could only sigh slightly after hearing this.

This is catching up, Mr. Teigrin, who has been wanting to sharpen his knife for a long time, and your visit just gave him a more appropriate opportunity.

The green dragon was very touched, the Prince's Highness... is very considerate!

We're fighting with Baiyin, what about the Platinum Empire? Will we take advantage of others' danger? Bai Qiangwei asked with her pretty brows furrowed.

Mr. Eris, what do you think? Charlie looked at the black-robed Super Lich sitting in the shadow of the living room.

Contact Edward.

The city of the dead is located in the shadow demiplane, can he help us?

Yes, but I won't do my best. Eris judged accurately.

Okay, I'll get in touch afterwards.

Antanaron saw the news from the Psychic Radio and seized the opportunity to say, I will pray to His Majesty for you. I pray that he will exert some influence on the Platinum Empire.

Thank you so much! The big stone in Charlie's heart was removed again.

Why! This is the benefit of hugging your thighs!

Um... and... Your Highness asked if you need help here.

Charlie's eyes suddenly became bright, Eh? Is it okay? Will it cause trouble to Your Highness?

Hearing Charlie's question, Antanaron's expression became much more subtle.

The green dragon saw that the silver dragon had been holding back for a long time without uttering a decent lie, so he went to help, How can it be, but should you entrust your 'black dragon' to His Highness for the time being?

His Royal Highness will definitely make proper arrangements, after all, our side has entered combat preparations...

But don't worry, I believe His Highness will definitely send military support!

Charlie hesitated, she turned her head slightly, and looked at the black dragon on her shoulder.

Xiao Hei, what do you think?

The black dragon flew towards Antanaron without hesitation, and was caught by the latter fearfully.

Just kidding, of course it's real in person at this time!

The black dragon, who was used to his real body and his childhood disguise, was completely unaware of how much of a mine he had planted for his future falling horse by his actions.

Seeing the little black toe standing proudly on Antanalon's shoulder, Charlie immediately felt a little uncomfortable.

I thought that Heilong would show that he wanted to share weal and woe with her, and then she suppressed her grief and sent her son away.

result……

Oh, save on cake baking tonight!

There will be none in the future!

Seeing that Charlie was obviously very angry but pretended not to care, the corners of Heilong's mouth rose slightly, as if showing a playful smile.

Antanaron didn't dare to delay, and immediately took the black dragon to find the 'Prince'.

To be honest, the Green Dragon was amazed at the sidelines.

I always feel that His Royal Highness's love affair is a rhythm that wants to kill himself.

However, he, a poor, unlucky little green dragon with a dragon neck hanging from an upper sling, dared not talk about such things.

Well, it's his job, if not, His Highness will take him out to vent his anger.

How can the Green Dragon, who calls himself a 'conspirator', do such a thing that is sure to lose no profit?

That must not be possible!

Therefore, the only green dragon who could mention His Highness the Prince also remained silent for a second.

After all, one of the truths: when other people fall in love, it is the last thing to get involved.

Charlie returned to the room, looked at the 'Timeline of Raven Society's criminal activities' that he hadn't finished finishing, and fell into deep thought.

The Raven Club, Fulla, Teigrin...

Utopia, assassination, New World Daily...

Is it possible that these seemingly scattered points can be connected into a line?

If there is such a possibility, then, if she pulls the League of Legends to the end, wouldn't she be able to flatten the Silver Empire?

The more Charlie thought about it, the more he felt that the plan was feasible.

Charlie, with bright eyes, began to use his brain to think about how to pour dirty water on the Silver Empire.

First of all, the information given by Miss Christine can make a big fuss!