The Dragon Princess Who Traveled Through Another World

Steel Dragon, Sharanlock.

This is a 'heterogeneous' with great personality even among giant dragons.

First of all, there are generally only two types of dragons that take root in dungeons. One is the color dragon that has drawn too much hatred on the surface and is hunted down.

When the vicious but not yet powerful colored dragons have died to a certain extent, then there will not be many choices before them.

Either a group of dragon slaying warriors will be created, and in the end they will die without a whole body, and their bodies will all become materials for legendary equipment.

Or, escape to the dungeon.

In the disorderly underground world, as long as the giant dragon does not provoke a few huge forces, it can still survive.

Another kind of giant dragon is born in the dungeon, survived in the cruel dungeon since childhood, and finally became the king of the mountain in the Monkey Mountain when he grew up. Can project the upper plane of the dry frame?

However, Steel Dragon and Sharanlock do not meet the above two conditions.

As a powerful old submetallic dragon, Sharanlock ran to the lower plane of his own free will.

And he didn't come down to make a fortune in the dungeon that doesn't see the sun. His purpose of coming here is very pure, that is - to make money.

Yes, make money.

As a giant dragon, Sharanlock does not use force and killing to plunder wealth like color dragons.

It is also not like the noble metal dragon, which accepts the offerings and favors of other intelligent races.

The giant dragon who first arrived in the dungeon didn't have a single copper plate on him, and his first pot of gold was accumulated by accepting several high-bounty tasks in the Adventurer's Association.

After that, the steel dragon lent out all the gold coins he earned.

Dragon brand compound interest usury, dungeon residents deserve it~

Of course, my mind is full of luminescent plant dungeon dwellers, and I can't imagine how frantic compound interest usury is.

When Ganglong came to collect debts and reported the amount receivable, as many people as usury he put on, there were as many people who turned the table to be Lao Lai.

And the result is no suspense, the size of the fist determines that the debt must be repaid.

Who would have imagined that the original family business of Deepwater City, which is now rooted in the underground city, was all based on the city lord's violent collection of usury loans?

At this moment, the lord of Waterdeep City, who did not take the normal path at all, poured tea for Charlie and his party one by one with a smile.

They sat in the back garden of the City Lord's Mansion, with the blue sky and white clouds woven by illusion above their heads.

It's a pity that the sun is false, the 'sunlight' is shining, and there is no half temperature.

Charlie picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Because of the light problem, the dungeon cannot cultivate the tea leaves on the surface, so the tea leaves on the surface are priced at sky-high prices here, and Charlie can drink a sip of the black tea that is abundant in the Golden Empire on the surface here.

In the underground city, if you want to drink such a cup of tea every day, you need extremely huge financial resources.

Shyranlock loves to make money, but he doesn't like the smooth talk of merchants.

Thanks to this, he did not completely degenerate into the 'Shame of the Dragon'.

Shyranlock, who felt that he had entered the friendship of the landlord, went straight to the point, Then, I don't know that Your Majesty is coming from the gods to the deep water city where the gods can't shine, 'what advice'?

Yinlong's temper is really good.

Charlie felt that Antanaron was the same, and so was Artemisia today.

Artemisia just sat there quietly, and was asked by the lord of the deep water city in the dungeon, and urgently changed the tone of the other party to be unfriendly, so the princess just looked at the other party quietly.

Sharanlock raised his eyebrows slightly, and did not back down.

Just kidding, the Yalong family is following His Royal Highness Alphonse Stein, a daughter of the Dragon God is not enough to challenge him in Waterdeep City!

He is the Minister of Finance of His Highness!

Apparently, a certain His Highness on the table who quietly continued to be a 'Black Dragon' had no intention of 'acknowledging relatives'.

Charlie also couldn't figure out why the lord of Waterdeep City was so wary of Artemisia, who was also a member of the Dragon Clan.

Actually, we just happened to pass by... Charlie hesitated for a moment before explaining.

Sharanlock looked at the little girl who turned his blood dragon descendant into a sheep in the street.

Charlie continued to explain: Actually, I want to find some news about the drow elves.

Drow? Speaking of which, it's the day when their slut god with a brain problem is going to hold a festival...

Charlie's eyelids twitched. Although he didn't name her name and would not trigger the divine sense of the gods, but, Mr. City Lord, are you really not afraid that Rose will kill your Waterdeep City if you are so fierce?

Probably seeing Charlie's slander, Sharanlock sneered, Hey, Your Highness took a sip of the dragon's breath, and directly burned her into the special dish of the gray dwarves in the food court, crispy fried fried spiders.

Charlie silently glanced at the old god, His Highness who was in a weak stage and calmly pretended to be a black dragon in front of his subordinates.

Before you blame your highness, are you not sure about your highness's state? ?

What? Are you going to intervene in the Spider Queen's ceremony? The drow of the entire underground world are in the deep spider's lair at this time, well, they call that ghostly place the Holy City. But at this time, go to provoke those crazy women, It’s like poking a hornet’s nest.”

Little girl, listen to me, I would rather spit on the face of a normal person than get involved in the spider carnival festival.

Charlie: ...

Charlie was a little speechless with the Longsheng philosophy of the lord of Waterdeep City.

It's like this, I just want to find one of my subordinates, it doesn't seem like there is any big news in the underground...

Shyranlock stared at the man who had turned his own worthless child into a pissing sheep in front of his face.

He didn't speak, his eyes had already expressed everything.

Are you looking for someone? The unlucky ghost who was captured by drow and used as a sacrifice?

Actually...my subordinate is half a dark elf, but he doesn't believe in the Spider Queen.

Shoren Locke was very surprised, What? Your subordinate is a drow?

Not every dark elf is a lunatic who believes in the Spider Queen. Before Eilistraee fell, the dark elves who believed in her were considered positive teaching materials.

But Eilistraee died, and her followers either converted to the Spider Queen or were slaughtered.

After absorbing Eilistraee's disciples, the Spider Queen's divine power has increased. In this year's festival, the drows are crazier than in previous years. A few days ago, I heard that they even wanted to catch a illithid to please the Spider Queen... ...

Heh! It's a pity that those crazy women only know how to fight in the nest, bragging to the sky. Except for sending a delicious 'Hundred Brain Feast' to the illithid, this matter has died down.

Fortunately, the city owners of several of our big cities are waiting for this year's annual drama, dog bite dog.

Charlie felt that there was a lot of information, and she needed to think about it quietly.

Little girl, I can help you find a subordinate, but you know the rules of the dungeon.

After speaking, Shyranlock snapped his fingers, and played with an extra gold coin out of thin air in his palm.

As long as money is required, it is not a problem for the city lord who is known as the Golden City. Charlie began to take gold coins from the space ring.

Wooden boxes were taken out one by one, and Charlie didn't stop until a neat 10X10 square came out.

Charlie opened the wooden box casually, and suddenly, the shiny gold coins inside appeared in Sharanlock's eyes.

Seeing the eyes of the Lord of Waterdeep City brighten, Charlie snapped his fingers, and in an instant, all the wooden boxes on the ground lifted their lids.

Gold coins, all gold coins!

A piece of yellow orange orange! It is shining so brightly that the blue sky created by the illusion above the head will be printed in golden yellow.

Shyranlock's eyes turned into vertical pupils.

Charlie bowed slightly politely, My subordinate is named Scotch, and he is a male half-blood drow, so please take care of me, City Master!

...

Just when Charlie used the wealth of Utopia to subdue the Lord of Waterdeep City.

A drow-controlled dungeon far in the middle.

The gloomy city gate opened, and a convoy slowly drove out of the city.

Many 'hyenas' wandering outside the city obediently retreated into the shadows after seeing the carriage in the middle of the convoy with the coat of arms painted with poison horn flower vines.

The convoy is long.

Walking at the forefront were about fifty male drow elves riding land beasts.

These male drows all had scars on their faces, and their identities were war slaves of this drow elf tribe.

The only value of being alive is to tear apart all the Matron's enemies recklessly.

Behind the warrior slaves who led the way, several beautiful drow women rode half-blood hell horses. They talked and laughed, and they looked like sisters with great affection.

In fact, they are also sisters of the same mother and different fathers.

And hidden under the soft smile, is the viciousness of wishing each other bloodthirsty and meat.

The daughters of these mistresses were chatting and laughing with the sisters around them, but what they wanted was to get rid of the other unsightly little bitches at this ceremony.

After these noble female drows, there is that noble carriage.

Sitting in the carriage is the mistress of this drow.

Behind the carriage, a group of female drows riding ground dragons held whips and urged a group of 'prisoners' who were strung together by ropes to trot on foot.

The prisoners were ragged, male and female, and of different races.

Among them, the last one in the team was covered with dried blood stains, and the one who walked in a sluggish way was the Scorch that Charlie was looking for!