Make a card.

Regarding the card, after Caesar made his first money with summer grass, he had already begun to plan the plan, but at that time, he had no strength and no channels, so he couldn't spread out such a big stall.

Only now, when the Black Dragon Lord became a veritable king of the Northlands, did he have the power to keep his wealth and the channels for humans and elves to use this industry to export to the outside world.

In fact, if you think about it, today, his heart for releasing cards is no longer as hot as before, and Caesar decided to get this thing out in the first place, first, to sell it for money, and secondly, to expand his fame and exchange it for trophies.

But as the world changes, it seems that these two visions can be accomplished even if they don't make money through cards, as long as he fishes with all his might, sucks blood on the Northlands, and then launches a few major wars regardless of the hidden dangers, it seems that he can achieve similar results.

Why bother?

Indeed, there was a time when Caesar left the matter behind.

But......

The water is not big, and it is turbid and dark yellow, this is not long after he was born, he ran out of the mother dragon's lair with two small dragons, and chose to live in the small water to avoid trouble.

The black dragon took a step, stepped closer, and looked down twice.

Because of his sheer weight, this exaggerated figure could cause the surface to tremble just by walking, and the reflection in the water gently trembled, reflecting Caesar's present face, hideous and full of barbs.

Twenty years have passed.

"You're still there, aren't you?"

Caesar smiled at the dragon's face in the reflection, his fangs thick: "Chen Jing." ”

A pure orthodox black dragon would not have considered such a strange thing as making cards to sell, but Caesar's body carried a completely different alien soul.

Money and fame are only one of the reasons, even the so-called output impact can be put aside, the key to the problem is that he has a strong vision in his heart to get the cards out.

This is the obsession of an alien soul who wants to show off the things of their world to the mentally barren Eladia.

"Makes sense."

The black dragon puffed out his cheeks, stared at the reflection in the water and nodded, not knowing whether he was convincing others or himself: "Eladi Asia is boring, and needs entertainment like playing cards, which is popular in the world. ”

Moreover, if it can really sweep the world, the premium power is held by the Black Dragon Lord, and the wealth brought by it is unimaginable, far from what the current Northland countries can provide.

Fame can not only be exchanged for trophies, maybe it can also be whitewashed, maybe it can also drive others, maybe it ......

Stop, think about the interests again.

This is the first thing Caesar really likes and wants to do after he came to this world, he is not a killing machine, he also needs some relaxation and self-realization, even if the cards do not get the desired effect, he should pay for the feelings of his previous life, and he will be on such a wave.

Besides, Luna is also obsessed with these cards, even if the effect is not as good as expected, he now has the ability, how can he make a complete set of high-standard card decks, the right is for the two of them to entertain themselves.

After convincing the mercenary Longge in his body, Caesar shook his head and crawled back with his tail shaking on all fours.

He'd already seen the ranch and was in good shape, and now he's going to take Luna back to the Rhine Court and head to the assembly line of the workshop where the cards are produced.

……

The weather had been bad lately, and it was always gray overhead, just like the clouds that hung over the heads of the Northlanders, and Barrett Kadom's mood was as gloomy as the weather.

Walking down the wet cobblestone streets, pedestrians keep their heads down, and occasionally you can see the shadows of monsters passing overhead, which is terrifying.

Although these wyverns don't hurt people for no reason, they are still terrifying, and even after more than half a year, Barrett is difficult to get used to.

He was not a native of the Northlands, but an outsider, a well-traveled, harp-playing bard, who had come to the Northlands only to learn about the Rhine Civil War, to enrich his knowledge and fill his story library.

However, not long after he arrived in the Rhine, the situation immediately changed dramatically, and the undead legions of calamity poured into the North Rhine, launching a terrorist attack, which was immediately resolutely stopped by the human legions in the Rock Fortress.

Just as the people were rejoicing and Barrett was ready to begin compiling a new epic of praise.

The Dragon King has appeared.

The Black Dragon, with its near-infinite power, single-handedly crushed and burned the Rock Fortress, slaughtered the human army of the Blackwing Clan, and then took control of the entire Rhine with lightning speed.

Eventually, the entire alliance of the Northlands prostrate beneath it.

The cataclysm began.

The entire Northland is sealed off, and the rebels are brutally killed, and even the slightest disobedience is dragged into the dungeons.

After a period of filming, the Black Emperor implemented the most stringent legal code.

Such a ban was devastating for a bard, who could no longer read poetry and praise legends, several treasured books were brutally snatched, and one of the precious epics describing the evil dragon was torn up on the spot.

For this reason, even Barrett himself suffered a period of imprisonment.

Even if he was released, the days that followed would still be a nightmare for him, he lost his job, and under the repressive rule of the Black Emperor, no one was interested in listening to him play the harp, and besides, the bard could not tell a more bizarre and terrifying story than the black dragon's domination of mankind.

Barrett is not a righteous man, in order to survive, he is willing to submit allegiance to the brutal and vicious Black Emperor, but the truth is that he can't even do this, and the candidates who are picked are all strong professionals, and it is difficult for him to grab the front.

The bard bordered on despair.

Barrett stumbled and almost bumped into the blackshirts who were walking proudly in front of him, he was so frightened that he quickly retreated, and then "puffed" in his heart and cursed a few words fiercely.

These guys in the standard black armor, known as the black shirts, are actually treacherous lackeys who have defected to the Black Emperor, and the people of the Northland especially hate these traitors, even more than the Black Dragon itself.

Because after receiving preferential treatment, they are not merciful when dealing with their fellow humans, and they are even ten times more ferocious than the Blackwing Monsters.

"Ah, isn't this Mr. Barrett? Please help us see what is written on this, and what kind of torture is that guy doing? ”

When the black shirt walked away, someone pulled Barrett's sleeve and whispered to him, they didn't even dare to pronounce the word "black dragon", they could only call it "that guy", God knows if there were any lackeys of the black dragon in the crowd around them.

Barrett looked up and found himself in the square of Kassan, where a new stone bulletin board had been erected, with only messages issued by the Rhine Court.

Many people asked the bard announcement, after all, in the poor and remote northland, there is no such education as the sun never sets, so people's cultural level is generally not high, and there are few capable people who can read the words completely.

Barrett looked at it twice, his expression suddenly changed, and his pupils became excited.

He tore off the thick paper and left it on the spot, keeping it a secret and not letting anyone else know.

However, this is unrealistic, once the black shirt knows that he dares to tear up the information posted by the Rhine royal court, Barrett is afraid that there is only one way to die, and it is not that there is no lesson from the past some time ago, he saw it with his own eyes.

He looked around and saw that more people were coming forward, including many familiar faces of Barrett and many literate.

Although everyone hated the dragon, they still had to understand and abide by the laws issued by the Rhine court, after all, no one wanted to lose their lives for no reason.

Even if I don't read it, there are others who will say it.

The bard thought for a moment, took a breath, suppressed his emotions and walked to the front of the bulletin board: "The Rhine Court is recruited." ”

Blackwing's Lair recruited, he mentally replaced the phrase, and then continued, "Recruit spellcasters, painters, craftsmen, bards." ”

"For spellcasters, the royal court does not have any hard requirements, the rest of the professions need to be in the industry for more than three years, and the entire territory of the Northland can be recruited accordingly, and those who meet the conditions can go to the city lord's mansion and lord hall to report."

Recruiting spellcasters is nothing unusual, the Rhine Court has always been doing it, but this is the first time that the Black Emperor has recruited other non-martial arts professionals.

Although there is no mention of the treatment above, according to the current situation, none of the humans who have fallen to the nest of black wings are worse than the original.

Of course, those big men, the ruler Barrett, don't know.

The bard looked left and right twice, a gloomy and angry look appeared on his face, and he slowly walked away despite the discussion of others, and when he had turned around two circles, and found that no one was paying attention, he put the hood on the back of his neck and trotted towards the castle lord's mansion in Kasan.