The words had already come to this point, and David couldn't swallow them back or twist the other man's neck.

immediately raised his neck, pretending to be 'I'm afraid you're not daydreaming' and fooled:

"Money? No, you're still asking me for money? ”

"......" Lizlit's eyes widened in disbelief.

'What's wrong with my withdrawal?' ’

She thinks that she can be considered a 'negotiated' joiner, and strictly speaking she is not a slave captured by the other party.

So isn't it normal for dragons to talk about remuneration between dragons?

If the other party had to admit this, she Lizlit would rather have a big explosion on the spot, or take the unreasonable dragon in front of her to Bato's hell to find the five-colored dragon to judge later.

But before she could speak, she heard David say seriously:

"Come, then, let's settle the score, I remember you said you were fourteen years old?"

As soon as the age of "Ah....." was mentioned, the aspect that Lizlit was once proud of immediately became a point of shame for her, and her voice became a little unconfident.

"Then you're thirty-six years away from your youth, right?" David asked.

"Hmm......" Lizzlit was a little inexplicably weak at the question, and at the same time had an extremely bad premonition.

"You see, we calculate that a young dragon needs to consume meat equivalent to 5-10% of its own body weight every day, and when we hugged each other and talked about dragon life that day, I roughly took out your weight, hmm, 758 pounds (343 kilograms)?"

"......" Lizzlit's eyes are getting bigger and bigger, how do you know, it is no different from the perverted gaze of the blue star beauty next door who glares at you and directly reports the precise measurements.

"That doesn't seem bad, but considering that you're probably hungry when you sleep out in the open, I'll send someone to prepare 80 pounds of dragon food for you."

As he spoke, David glanced at the dragon grain basin that was licked and reflected and could almost look in the mirror, and continued:

"But it seems like I'm still misestimating your appetite, so I'm going to give you a starting 100 pound of dragon food, in monthly increments of ten percent.

"Based on the cost of 1 pound of mixed dragon food and 1 silver Devinsell coin, it will be 27795600 pound of dragon food in thirty-six years, which is 2779560 gold coins.

"As for the costs of your stay in the dragon's nest and the camp guards, guards, and care for your daily life, I will give you zero together, a total of 50,000 pounds of gold.

"Well, you have paid the accommodation expenses for the thirty-six years first, and then we will talk about the remuneration, by the way, haven't we talked about the issue of interest yet...... I'll do the math......"

"Stop!! Let me think, let me think about it. Lizzlit felt like she was going crazy.

She's only been here for the first day!

How could he owe such an astronomical huge debt to the hateful red dragon in front of him in the blink of an eye!

But she used her own brain that was about to go down to calculate, and it seemed that it was really so much money.

And according to that kind of quality and delicious dragon food, it is quite conscientious to receive 1 Devensel silver coin per pound?!

After all, according to her ears from elven prisoners of war, a pound of beef from the Old World cost 3 silver dollars a pound in Devinsell.

But here's the problem!

Could it be that their dragons really spend so much money just for the sake of eating?

Based on the memories of her young dragons, the sum of her mother's treasures, which had not gone mad back then, was estimated to be worth so much.

So...... Is it also for this reason that the vast majority of five-colored dragon mothers kick out their children who have reached the young dragon stage?

Purely because you can't afford it?

In just such a short period of time, the female red dragon who was directly and successfully brought into the ditch by David only felt that her old three views had collapsed along with the mainland price system.

As everyone knows, David's algorithm with wordplay and narrative trickery is purely orchestrated to fool their young dragons.

The cost of raising dragons is particularly high, but it is definitely not high to this extent, otherwise the elven country that plays the flying dragon cavalry in the New World would have gone bankrupt a long time ago.

How to control the cost on the elf's side, David didn't know.

But on his side, the meat by-products needed for dragon food can be handled by letting the young dragons cooperate with the elven prisoners of war near the camp on weekdays, and in the future, it is really not enough, and the white dragon Murphyler can go directly to the sea with fishing nets to catch fish one by one, all of which are the freshest and high-quality proteins and amino acids.

As for staple foods, he plans to import corn, wheat, barley and soybeans directly from the New World as vegetable protein supplements.

In the future, if the price of food soars to the sky, if it really can't be done, use whole fish and dragon food to make do, or transfer to one more batch of druids in that batch of elves, and if you have nothing to do, you can go around the forest to find berries and rub some [Shenmei Technique] to deal with it.

Anyway, the dragon is not a cat, and the grain protein can also be directly absorbed.

Even it can directly extract trace elements such as iron, zinc, copper, manganese, selenium, iodine and other trace elements directly from the clods of soil and ore, and can also avoid heavy metal poisoning caused by excessive consumption, which is a miracle in carbon-based organisms.

At this point, David didn't mix soil into the dragon food like the black-hearted cat food merchants in his previous life, and he could be regarded as a small conscience discovery.

According to this kind of dragon food for the whole camp, not only can it be self-sufficient, but it can even be exported to other dragons in exchange for wealth in the future......

Then he still earned!

As soon as he thought of this, David was in a good mood, no longer paying attention to the female red dragon behind him, who was more and more collapsed, and was coming over with a pot of fresh dragon food in the distance to prepare for a meal before going out to work, but unexpectedly heard that the white dragon Murphyll, who had been directly burned in his brain stem due to such a terrible cost of survival, spread his wings and left.

"Huh! Wrong! I'm different from her, I'm Murphyll, the White Dragon Treasure that was brought back directly by the owner! ”

"Doesn't that mean I don't have to spend money on dragon food at all? Or that it's the owner's money spent, hehe, hehehe. ”

As long as he relied on his youth here, he could theoretically earn back the treasure of an adult dragon just by eating.

The clever Murphyler figured out the logic in the blink of an eye.

What the hell!

It's so cool to work in a daytime!

He's made a lot of money!

Murphyll's nonsense to comfort himself was to wake up the dragon in his dream with a word.

"yes...... Wouldn't it be enough to find a way to get that evil dragon to get this money? ”

Then wouldn't she Lizlit also make money.

For some reason, Lizzlit's mind immediately appeared with the most exciting gossip in the entire Scaniss continent that year.

That is the rumor that the legendary red dragon Crimson Calamity Pavula directly bowed a poor silver dragon to the tyrannosaurus.

I don't know if I thought of some inappropriate picture of Shaolong, Lizlit's brain almost burned again, and she quickly shook her head and shook her head to throw out this shameful thought:

"No, no, no! How could I compromise with this dragon so easily! ”

"Cheer up, work hard, strive to be an independent female red dragon like Lord Pavla, Lizlit!"

Just as the red dragon soared into the sky and went to the clouds, ready to dissipate heat for his CPU that was about to be overloaded.

In the entire camp, only the brass dragon was left in a cage by the five flowers.

"Hmm! Woooooooooooooooo ”

In order to prevent him from disturbing Yaxing, who was the owner of the camp, David, the red dragon, in accordance with David's will, he blocked all the places where he could speak except for eating, and even tied him with an iron rope to tie up the corset of an elven lady with iron ropes to prevent him from speaking ventriloquism.

As a result, he became angry when he wanted to speak.

Fart as soon as you talk again.

It's true that he's dying.

But is this little difficulty difficult for him to be a brass dragon?

He immediately took his thoughts as his touch, and the inheritance of the dragon as his diary.

The outrageous things you see today, the black heart of the dragon food, and the shamelessness of the red dragon are all written into a document called "Records of Experiences in the Red Dragon Camp".

The thought of waiting for himself to turn around and publish this bard book that was destined to shock the entire dragon circle, the scene full of fame and fortune.

He felt that his trip had not been in vain.

He brass dragon Vlatimir.

It's a lot of money!