The Iron Mecha Dragon has few friends

Chapter 42
In the early morning, the friendly mechanical dragon set off again with his toolman sisters.The cool air over the woodlands was rich in moisture, but it did not affect the powerful steam-powered furnace.

The blazing flame burst out from the jet port of the dragon wing, propelling Dragon to fly in the sky at a cruising speed of 250 meters per second and 921.6 kilometers per hour.From a distance, it looks like a shooting star across the sky.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Go faster, Dragon!"

Neltharion in catgirl form sat on Dracon's back, hugged his thorns, and laughed unscrupulously.

Nero carefully observed Dragon's dragon wing jets, trying to figure out the secret of his fast flight.

Soon, in less than an hour, Dragon saw the small woodland town.Like last time, he started to land from a long distance away, preparing to pretend to be an adventurer who came to make a fortune in Primmelin.

The three dragons disguised themselves and walked towards the interior of Woodland Town.

In the early morning, there were many townspeople and adventurers coming and going in Woodland Town, but everyone dodged where Nero walked. It seems that the few unlucky ghosts killed last time were not in vain.

Came to the door of the Iris Chamber of Commerce familiarly, and it was still the waitress.

"Offer."

Nero put a sealed wooden jar on the counter.

The waitress opened it and took a look, then turned around and called Shapak.

"Hahaha, Miss Nero, your presence really makes the shop flourish."

Shapak complimented him with a smile all over his face, but Nero was too lazy to talk and pointed at the wooden jar indifferently.

"Offer."

Shapac opened the wooden jar and took a look, the smile on his face became stronger.

"Honey? This is a good thing."

"Counting the wooden jar together, gold coins of the same weight, is that okay?"

Gold coins of equal weight?
There was a golden glint in Nero's silver-gray eyes.

"can."

Shapac quickly finished weighing and handed over 45 gold coins to Nero.

When the three young dragons had money, they naturally wanted to spend it, and spent money like water to buy a batch of condiments, and then went to the blacksmith's shop to get the iron pot.

Looking at the back of Nero going away, and the mechanical dragon following her that was more than a circle bigger than three days ago, Shapak turned his head to look at the waitress.

"How much does that construct dragon weigh?"

The maid walked to the front of the store, looked at the footprints on the gravel road, and answered softly.

"At least eight thousand pounds."

"Eight thousand pounds?", the smile on Shapak's face gradually disappeared, "Three days ago, the construct weighed a thousand pounds, right? Such a big change in such a short time? Are warlocks all monsters?"

"I hope it will not affect the investment above..."

After leaving the Iris Chamber of Commerce, the three young dragons came to the largest blacksmith shop in the town.

Although time was tight, for the sake of the gold coins, the old blacksmith had brought his apprentices to work overtime to hammer out the big iron pot.

Dragon praised the comparison, and then asked Nero to place an order for a frying pan.

After watching the excitement at the gate of the blacksmith shop for a long time, the three young dragons set off again.

"Have you memorized everything?"

asked Dragon.

"No problem, I'll draw the design for you when I get back."

Nero said lightly.

Nesario suppressed her excitement and pressed in a low voice: "As long as we build a blacksmith shop for you, can you also build us a firecracker wand?"

"Didn't you lie to us to work for nothing?"

"how is this possible!!!"

Dragon said righteously, "You two are my own sisters, even if I lie to anyone, I can't lie to you."

"Isn't it the firecracker wand?"

"I'll definitely give you one too!"

"Dragon, you are the best!"

Nesario danced excitedly, "I also want a firecracker wand, bang, bang, hobgoblin! Your firecracker is much more fun than dragon's breath!"

Even Nero said shyly, "Brother Dragon, I also want a firecracker wand, preferably silver-gray."

"Okay, you have both."

Dragon is smiling all over his face, isn't he just a firecracker?A piece of cake.Although he couldn't knock out breech-loading guns and metal-cased bullets, it would be no problem to get an arquebus, right?
The big deal is to make the caliber a little bigger, the entire 37mm caliber smoothbore gun, the propellant charge is one catty, in short, it’s enough to fool two dragon girls.

It's just a good way to pass the time, and by the way, I can also give the Gnoll miners a few picks.Alas, the boss has to hammer tools to the employees himself. Where can I find such a responsible and excellent entrepreneur, the Goddess of Wealth?
Wouldn't Woking go down to earth and give him an award?Another 80 bonus?How did she become the goddess of wealth?

Dragon silently lamented the irresponsibility of the gods in today's era, and so did the gods and gods. Wouldn't they have a competition for the top position and the last elimination mechanism?
There is no wolf at all!

Let's take a look at the gods of today's era, especially righteous gods, how many are reliable?
A certain goddess of wealth, who knows everything about eating, drinking and having fun, and is easy about business development.

A certain goddess of love, Suni, knows how to fall in love all day long, er, it seems that love is someone's priesthood?This doesn't have to be black.Do you understand the gold content of love by decree?
A certain Ms. Mystra, the goddess of magic who doesn't want to reveal her name, is even more important. Apart from eating and drinking, living in Qin Muchu, having sex with mortals and having children, and being jealous with her daughter, what else would she do?
Fortunately, I am here, Dragon!

Just when Dragon was thinking about some undescribable plans, a strong old man with two weathered temples appeared in front of Nero.

"Miss Nero, welcome to Woodland Town. I am Old Baker, the mayor of this town."

"Step aside."

The old man took off his hat politely, ignored Nero's cold words, and directly stated his intention.

"I heard that you are invincible in the Primmelin, are you interested in earning a fortune?"

Gold, how could a dragon refuse gold?
"what's up."

Nero's attitude was a little better.

"I need blood honey."

The old man took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, and said without hesitation: "In the Premi forest, there is a kind of giant bee that feeds on the blood of animals. They are much larger than ordinary wasps, and the honey is amber in color. , the price is three times that of ordinary honey."

"Nero took the parchment and opened it, looking at the map roughly marking where the giant bees appeared, his voice was calm.

"The price is not worth my trip."

"Normally it's three times." Old Baker opened his palms with a smile on his face. "Now I'm offering five times the purchase price. As long as you can bring back the blood honey in the Premi Forest, I'll pay you five times the weight in gold."

Five times its weight in gold!
Nero held the map tightly, his voice somewhat passionate.

"A word is settled!"

"Delivery here in three days!"

She made a decision without discussing it with the other two young dragons. Anyway, it was she and Dragon who had to work hard, and Nesario would certainly not object to such a good thing of picking up gold for nothing.

Two to one, even if Dragon objected, it was useless.

In this regard, Dragon just wants to say that I still have a one-vote veto.

However, considering that there is nothing wrong with cutting more honey along the way, he also acquiesced to Nero's decision.

Watching Dragon and his party leave Woodland Town, Old Baker turned around and walked to a plain carriage.

"Miss, the artificer agreed to our request."

"That's good," said a weary voice from the carriage, "If she can obtain blood honey from the depths of the Primmy Forest, then she will surely be able to deliver our letter to the wood elves."

"Miss, with all due respect, do we really want to pin all our hopes on a magician of unknown origin and wood elves who don't know if they will intervene?"

Old Baker said in a deep voice: "That bastard Flores has already murdered your brother, and he will never give up easily!"

"If it was just Baron Flores, I wouldn't ask the elves for help."

"He can't gather 150 cavalrymen and fifty military crossbows, let alone find any trace of my brother."

The woman's voice gradually became cold, "In the entire western region, there is only one person who can easily monitor my brother's movements."

"That is the lord of Flores, the guardian of the west, the enemy of evil creatures, the lord of 60 people, Earl Bain."

"He's the one who murdered my brother!"

(End of this chapter)