"Dragons are inherently very unsocial creatures - unless they are around their companions, they always like to communicate with other people or creatures in a tone that is confident and condescending.

However, due to the dragon's strength, there are always other creatures who serve them out of flattery or fear, and are even willing to act as 'pawns' of the dragon's actions.

If a dragon doesn't have a few decent 'pawns' around it, then there's only one possibility—he or she, isn't strong enough. ”

- Famous dragon researcher Blue "The Life of a Dragon"

Our protagonist is strong, so someone is willing to serve him before and after the saddle.

Walking into the city of Spath, he was greeted by someone who had already been summoned - the leader of the underground guild who had escaped from Nome City along with the master blacksmith, Santos of the Sand Rhino Caravan, and Brach, the desert elf, was standing respectfully in front of Queth.

His real name is no longer known, and his subordinates and most people address him as "Boss", "Sir", and other respectful titles. However, in front of the dragon Quith, the leader of the underground guild humbly called himself "The Gauntlet".

The glove had left his family in the town of the Dragon Clan, and in his opinion, it was the safest place for the great Medici at the moment. Even though he has his own network in the capital city, he is still more optimistic about the powerful dragon Pasha of Quest.

A strong ruler often means that the people can live and work in peace and contentment.

When the young blue dragon found the gloves and asked him to go to Spart, the leader of the former underground guild in Nome City agreed in one bite. "Don't disobey the strong", this is the lesson that Glove learned from his old opponents who had failed and died in his previous places.

Just as expanding a caravan and buying a sand rhinoceros is a familiar business for the fat merchant Santos, infiltrating Spat City to find out is a piece of cake for the glove who once held the underground authority of a city.

His network of contacts is still good in the city, not to mention the panic here after the catastrophe, and the chaos in the market has given him many opportunities to take advantage of.

In less than half a month, the gangsters in Sparter City knew that there was an "old-timer" here, and the gloves announced their arrival in the form of a dragon crossing the river - the guys who were originally responsible for maintaining the city's rudimentary underground order were killed and wounded, and the rest were taken under his door to serve.

The previous gangster leaders could only operate some kidnapping and extortion operations, and at most they only colluded with the sand bandits outside the city (now they were all wiped out by the dragon Pasha, filled their wallets, and saved their food expenses), with no technical content at all, and as their subordinates, they could only drink cold soup at most.

The practice of gloves is completely different, as an "old-timer", he has long been accustomed to seeing the world. In the past, the gangsters in Sparter City could only be regarded as "street streets" at best, and the gloves gave them a glimpse of the advanced operating concept of the "underground guild".

Relying on his personal connections, Glove found the 38 largest brewers in Medici. In front of these representatives of the great merchants, he took out the special grain of the city of Spath, glutinous wheat.

This glutinous grain, grown in the fertile soil on the banks of the Niro River, is ideal for winemaking, and in previous years winemakers had to pay a lot of money for the ingredients from the Archon Egu.

Despite the burning and flooding, there is still a lot of food in the city of Spath - there is certainly no surplus food for ordinary people, but there must be food in the homes of the members of the Egu family in the city.

Moreover, after the Uzaans occupied the city, they moved all the grain from the official granary of the Medici Empire to the consul's mansion, preparing to use the portal to plunder it. However, when the war became tense, all this food was put on the back burner. Due to the extremely high terrain of the consul's residence, the grain survived the flood and was preserved intact.

Originally, the new consul was going to use this grain to help the victims of Spat City, but the Egu family claimed that it was originally their family's grain and should be put at their disposal. Due to his blood relationship with the Pharaoh and pressure from the city of Beit, the consuls had no choice but to accede to the Egu family's demands. This batch of grain was held in the hands of the Egu family, waiting to be sold at a price.

The greedy and stupid aristocracy did not care about the life or death of the city citizens, but kept pushing up the price of this batch of high-quality grain. Not only were there complaints in the city, but even the merchants who came to buy grain were dissatisfied.

Glove knew it was an opportunity that had to be seized.

Under his management, a new brewery called "Bubble Beer Barrel" was established in the city of Spath. Of course, this brewery is only a trick to run a superficially legitimate business.

With this coat, the Glove was able to send in his right-hand men, or divide or bribe the staff of the Egu family who were responsible for taking care of the city's grain stockpiles—the nobles did not work themselves, and most of them were served by butlers. And it's this that helps the gloves a lot, often just a little investment can be exchanged for a lot of gains.

The glove's men carried the grain to the "bubbling beer kegs" in whole trucks, but the clerk calculated the price only by a fraction of the load. Later, even the guards of the Egu family who were guarding it were brought in, and several bags of moldy grain were thrown on a cart full of high-quality grain, and all the grain in the truckload was shipped out as old grain for disposal.

Not only that, but the grain that the brewers pull away from the "bubbling beer kegs" is also taken care of when they leave the city. Experienced gloves naturally do not forget to guard the city gates, so as long as they are his customers, they can enjoy half price or even free of the city tax intimate "after-sales service".

Of course, there are also some blind guys who want to snatch food from their glove mouths or try to denounce them. At this time, he has always shown himself as a "white glove", and he will not hesitate to hand over the "black glove".

The "white gloves" send money, and everyone loves them; the "black gloves" ask for their lives, and everyone is afraid of them.

The rules and regulations of the underground guild of Nome City were moved by the gloves as they were, and under the leadership of this "old-timer", the thugs of Sparth City lived a good life that they never thought possible. Not only do the family members not have to go hungry, but they even have spare money to spend from time to time.

And the gloves not only continue to make old friends praise him for being "reliable", but also gain many new partners who ask for him. For these new partners, Glove has always spared no money, and will help whenever they are needed.

When wealth is scattered, people gather.

Whether it is the neighborhood, the officials in the city, or the younger brothers, there is no one who is not the only one who looks ahead. It's just that everyone calls him differently, some call him "generous gentleman", some call him "noble gentleman", and more call him "daddy boss".

But none of that matters. For gloves, the most important thing is to do a good job of walking on the side of the strong man's gloves.

By this time, the water in the city had receded, but the streets of Sparter were still muddy. Turning from the main road paved with cobblestones and gravel into the alley, the road beneath your feet becomes more and more difficult to walk.

Sneid, the half-lich, cast a levitation spell on everyone here, otherwise the massive footprints left by the three ogre brothers would still be too conspicuous. Of course, these three behemoths walking in the alley are difficult to ignore.

"Stop!" a soft cry sounded from the corner of the alley.

A man dressed as a street thug stepped out from behind the piled up barrels, and even in the moonlight, Quest could see the man with a short knife and a bearded face trembling - anyone would be horrified to see so many hooded burqas on a big night, not to mention the exaggerated size of three of them.

However, he still stood up bravely, but the voice that had wanted to shout loudly to his nearby companions became insignificant when he spoke. Just as he was about to regret his recklessness, words no less than the sound of heaven came from the team of strange people opposite.

"Little Tommy, aren't you going to 'work', why are you here?" asked the glove as he stepped out and took off his hood.

The street hooligan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and quickly replied: "Our brother has done everything that Daddy has told us, but the two dogs who guard the city gate still have some work under their hands, and my younger brother has broken his ribs." When I came back, I saw ......" he gestured to Quiss and the others standing behind the gloves, and kicked a little brother who was hiding behind the barrel pile, "I am worried that it will not be good for you, so I want to report to everyone." ”

The glove walked to the pile of barrels, and when he saw a bearded man crouching on the ground, and a wounded man lying on a stretcher made of two spears and a tapestry, he turned back and said:

"Be careful next time, who doesn't have a lot of people to raise. Carry your little brother to the hospital first, let them use the best medicine, and I will send someone to settle the bill. You come tomorrow to receive the allowance, and tell the bookkeeper to calculate a compensation for lost work for the injured. And these are all distinguished guests I invited, and they are all tight-mouthed and don't talk nonsense. ”

With that, Glove nodded apologetically to Quest, indicating that the matter had been resolved. The young blue dragon was pleasantly surprised by the words of this "charlatan", which brought back memories of watching some movies in his previous life, so he also pressed the metal palm of the steampunk half-lich extending from the burqa.

When the bearded man and his younger brother passed by the glove carrying a stretcher, the glove suddenly slapped himself on the head, and then slapped the back of the head of the street gangster, and said, "I almost forgot, don't forget to dismantle the standard spear of your stretcher." Sending the spearhead to the blacksmith's shop, it just so happens that the door shaft of the brewery gate is broken twice. ”

Glove walked back to the front of the group, guiding Quest and his companions to the alley where the Bubble Barrel brewery was located

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