The Silver Snitch is gone!!

When Green heard the news, he was also confused.

Just now, under the "strong request" of the other tribal leaders, he decided to hold more dragon competitions during the Torch Festival, but he didn't expect that after they left, such a thing happened in the blink of an eye.

And they also canceled the scheduled competitions and performances, as the audience clearly wanted to see more great dragon performances.

And now, all of this is gone for naught because of the disappearance of the Silver Snitch, and even the final may not be possible. Do you want the team members to touch the dragon eggs around the mast?

When Green thought about it, he thought it was a bad idea.

"Did those dragon eggs hatch, or did they use some means?"

Battle, who was sitting on the stool, was a little distracted, and only then did he raise his head when he heard the chief's question.

"I didn't see it either, and when I went back, there was a broken wooden box on the table, and three caves in the ground. ”

Speaking of this, Battle's voice was a little uncertain, "It should be hatched! I used to pack it in the same box, and there were no problems...... I didn't find a single broken eggshell in the chest, though, which is a bit strange. ”

No broken eggshells?

Green couldn't help but touch his chin, after some animals hatched, the cubs will also devour the cracked eggshells, perhaps the "Silver Snitcher" has such a habit.

"Where's the golden dragon egg?"

"I've put it in the iron box! Lord, I promise I won't lose it again. Battle hurriedly reassured.

"There's no need to put it in an iron box. Green pondered for a moment.

"We're here to observe and incubate it, and there's no point in locking it up...... When you go back, just take care of it the same way you used to. ”

"And tomorrow's final......" Battle stood up, and then couldn't help but ask again.

"I'll figure this out, you don't have to worry. Green rubbed his forehead.

The problems of the game, although somewhat tricky, are not without solutions.

......

Looking at the flags waving in different colors in the field, and the whistles one after another, Vickers happily flipped the money bag in his hand.

In just one morning, he made enough money to pay off all the loans he had taken to buy a grocery store.

From the very beginning, when he knew that the Boss was going to hold a dragon tournament, he asked around for news, learned about the rules of the tournament and the names of the teams, and then prepared for this for a long time.

As a true believer in money, he has never lacked business acumen.

The gadgets he prepared for the game were rushed by the audience as soon as they were taken out. If it weren't for being too conservative and not preparing a lot of goods, maybe he could have made more money today.

Somewhat different from yesterday, today's square in the Dragon's Nest building is painted with white lime, and two net-like gates are erected at both ends of the white lines.

Two teams of dragoons riding stabbing dragons appeared.

They are dressed in uniform and have red numbers from 1 to 11 written on their backs. What's especially special is that the sharp tail hooks of the stinging dragon have been wrapped around the cloth head.

What is this for?, Vickers' eyes widened in curiosity.

......

"Shoot, boy!"

"Pass, pass the ball!"

"Ahh......h The goal is in! The bombards are awesome! I'm going to call crazy for the number 10!"

......

The stadium was filled with waving flags and shouts of excitement.

This is obviously just a replacement match, why is it still so popular, and have the audience forgotten about the cancelled final?

Wicks couldn't figure it out.

A row of seats in front of me has been vacated.

It's not that the audience left the venue in anger, but that the goblins went to the leader to protest.

They have opened bets for the final of the Dragon Egg Tournament and have already taken bets from a lot of people.

If the finals are cancelled, then their "biggest beneficiaries" of these games will lose all their money and may even suffer the wrath of their customers.

The Vikings had never discriminated against goblins because of their race, but most of them had a straight temper and were very fiery.

Thinking of this, Vickers couldn't help but snicker twice.

His method of making money is not bold enough, but the risk is small, and after today, he may be the richest goblin in Dragonwing City.

......

Oh my God, you're a goalkeeper! Why do you run past the midfield...... And what about the strikers? What about the mid-peaks? What about the defenders? The tactics and rules of the pre-match guidance, don't you remember them at all?

Looking at the dragoons who would rush up to the field as soon as he saw the ball, Green covered his eyes with tears and laughter.

miserable, powerless to complain...... But luckily the audience didn't know about it, and they seemed to like it.

Thinking of this, Green couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Drawing on football, he came up with an alternative to the final.

Swap out the Wyvern Contest for a Dragon's Match, then have the dragoon ride the Dragon, using the Dragon's nimble tail to kick a ball made of cowhide into the goal.

Compared with the Dragon Egg Competition, the sport of "Dragon Ball" is more down-to-earth and better to watch, because running on the ground is easier for everyone to see clearly than flying in the sky, and the rules are simple and easy to understand.

At present, it seems that the effect is better than expected, and the cancellation of the final has no audience to mention anymore......

"Lord, we want to protest strongly! Why are you canceling the finals?"

Just as Green was watching the game off the field and thinking about it, seven or eight goblins ran up to him with flags.

"Didn't you already explain that?" Green shrugged, "The Silver Snitch has hatched, so it can't be played as a ball." ”

"Chief, can't you find a replacement, or a bird!" cried out the goblins with grief on their faces.

"Playing with birds? You really dare to think about it! Let's not talk about whether you will be killed if you go down with a stick, but let's just say that there are such birds that dare to fly around in front of more than a dozen dragons?"

When Green said this, he looked at the tragic expressions on the faces of several goblins, and couldn't help but ask more.

"Did you guys do something again?"

The goblins pushed and shoved for a while, and just when Green was a little impatient, a goblin finally "stood up".

He gave Green a cautious look, then whispered, "Lord Chief, we have set up a bet for the final......

Betting?

After listening to the goblins' narration, Green stared at the goblins in front of him speechless.

MMP, you're so good at playing!

It is true that everyone says that goblins are genius businessmen, and after only a few days, you have come up with a way to make money, and you have also made the famous "gambling" gambling industry.

This had to leave Green a little dumbfounded.

But this kind of thing must be strictly controlled.

Because gambling is actually no different from gambling in nature, and it is easy for people to indulge in it, waste production and labor, and produce the psychology of getting something for nothing. Even if the amount is huge, it will breed crime and usury among the people.

"Didn't you say gambling is forbidden on the island?" Greene set the tone first.

"How many people have bet on you?"

The goblin sleeve tugged at his head and held out a finger.

"200?" Green raised an eyebrow.

"Your Excellency, Chief...... Not 200 people...... It's 2,000 people!" the goblin explained.

"......" Green was really shocked at the moment, a little speechless.

Even if one person bets 1 euro, that is, 2000 euros! It is converted into 20 gold coins, and how many people can earn one gold coin a month in Dragon Wing City? These goblins are completely engaged in trading without capital, and obviously many people bet more than one euro.

Thinking about such a lucrative way to make money, even Green felt a little moved.