The Dragon of Gluttony starts from the hell plane

After a carnival, the Northern Territory has calmed down again, and everything is back on track... There is no shortage of meat and food.

After all, the resources in the territory still need to be accumulated.

Wood and stone are currently produced at a rate of 40 units per day, but I want to compare them to these basic resources.

If you want to continue to expand infrastructure, you need to build a [research institute], and this naturally requires money.

Money——Money, the scientific name is [Violet Kingdom Silver Coin] or [Violet Kingdom Gold Coin], whichever is OK.

Of course money is not a problem, the problem is - no money.

Logically speaking, maintaining a territory and raising a group of subordinates requires a lot of money, but because of the invincible Semu Nananoshima, there is no expense.

Having said that, although the Northern Territory has almost no expenditure on gold coins, it does have little income...

So, go find trouble with the jackals today.

(Gnoll: Jackal Jackal?)

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Since ancient times, there have been many good plans to quickly accumulate wealth, and these things naturally exist in Belch's mind.

That's right, it's just in Bel Xi's mind, because in this regard, Semu Nananoshima is obviously not as profound as Bel Xi, and this [knowledge] is very terrifying.

For this world, it is a Pandora's box that will lead to disaster if opened——

It's fine just for Belsi to use it, but I'm afraid the aboriginal people will learn from him and imitate it.

For example, luxury goods are promoted as necessities, and things such as housing...that are said to be necessary but not necessary, but are said to be insignificant but extremely important, are priced at extreme luxuries.

Another example is...

Ahem, in short, in a word...

Now, what Belsi and his team chose was a simpler, rougher and bloody cruel method.

There is a simple name called [Plunder].

Come on!

Belsi said this and lay in the arms of Tristolan's elf... No, that's too strange to say.

To be precise, Tristolan was riding a war horse at the moment, while Belxi was sitting in front of Tristolan, looking left and right from time to time.

This battle can be regarded as your vote of honor.

Bel Xi said, turning his head to look at the [huge] troops behind him, and patted Tristolan's belly: You should also perform better~

Pa bang bang~

The smooth belly without a trace of fat is exactly the area not covered by the Tristolan leather armor, and its white color is quite conspicuous.

Tristolan, on the other hand, subconsciously hid and pointed at her eyes in a self-deprecating tone: Please look at my eyes, do they look [bright]?

...

Indeed, although Tristolan's eyes could barely see, they also looked a little cloudy... The damage to her vision was quite serious.

It’s almost as if there is no distinction between men and women ten meters away.

Such [bright eyes] feel like a bit of a joke from hell.

Feel sorry.

Belsey said this.

But Tristolan looked at him in surprise, wondering why Belsi would apologize for this.

Logically speaking, Belsch has no need to apologize for this.

Although she was curious, Tristolan did not ask. Instead, she pointed at the mage girl in front and asked, Why don't you go over there?

Under normal circumstances, Belsi and Nanajima Semu would shrink in size and stay in the mage girl's backpack, and then come out at the critical moment...

Turn the tide (pretend to slap in the face)!

However, today, during the march to the nearby Gnoll territory, Belsi took the initiative to share a horse with her.

Do you want to get close to the new wood elves?

【Ah, you are talking about this...】

Nananoshima Semu responded proactively. She put her tentacles on Tristolan's body, pointed forward and conveyed her thoughts: Look over there~

Over there, there was Sebu Belia sitting in front on a horse, and there was a mage girl sitting on Sebu Belia's body, chatting.

[Because the third sister and Sebu Belia have been spending time together recently, talking about topics that only mages can understand, my eldest brother and I can’t stand it. 】

That's it. This is what good best friends are like.

During the explanations of Nananashima Semu and Belsi, Tristolan nodded in understanding... although she didn't understand what a best friend was.

【……】

...

Afterwards, Nananashima Semu and Belsi were silent for a moment. Under Tristolan's strange gaze, the two of them, who seemed a little abnormal, spoke.

[However, we actually came here on our own initiative, so we still have some questions, ah... But it doesn’t matter if you don’t answer. 】

Nanajima Semu said this.

Belsi also nodded and looked at Tristolan: Yes, we have some small, not particularly important, feeling slightly contradictory... Ah, small doubts, I hope you can help answer them.

...

【……】

Well...you guys said hello.

Tristolan didn't know what kind of medicine they were selling in the gourd. She showed a slightly joking expression and said:

If you, boss, want to ask [Can wood elves have children with dragons?], then my answer is [yes].

I go? Is it actually possible? Didn't this explode all at once? Or is it that the dragon used the transformation technique and then started having sex?

Such thoughts passed through Belsi's head for a while, but the most critical point now is not this.

【how to say? I have a wonderful power...]

Nanajima Semu said this, she observed Tristolan's expression: [I can feel other people's strength and profession. 】

Yes, Nananashima Semu's system panel can clearly mark other people's attributes and levels...for example, the previous adventurer team.

Even for some creatures that are difficult to have a clear class, such as those rock trolls, the system panel can perfectly display their class.

Only in some cases such a thing will not be visible...

For example, after leaving the incubation pool, Belsi and Semu Nananoshima saw the demons in the Colosseum on the first level of hell.

Including the strong scarred woman who wanted to capture Belsi and sell him, and the succubus who almost bought Belsi and almost used him as a cucumber.

The displays of class are all [? ? ? 】, and this means that their class is at least three classes higher than Nananashima Semu.

Can I ask about your strength (class)?

Belsi asked this. He stared at the [rescued] wood elf and asked: Fifth level? Or sixth or seventh level?

That's right, Nananoshima Semu casually looked at the levels of the wood elves last night and found that most of them were in the second level.

There are a small number of first-order, third-order...

Wood elves may have the highest combat power in the current territory, leaving aside a few wall-mounted ones (such as Belsi or the mage girl).

Because orcs, knights, and lizard people don't have third-level professionals yet.

Even if there is a real fight, Semu Nanajima has no doubt that if the plot requires it, the orcs will tie the elves into a big font... or something?

But the orcs in this world are relatively innocent.

However, the panel where Tristolan was seen was marked [? ? ? 】, Nanajima Semu realized... something was not right.

As a powerful person whose class is at least fifth level, or even higher, how could Tristolan be easily captured and used as a slave?

Either he is born with a hobby in this area, or there is some conspiracy.

[Or is it the eighth level? Ninth level? 】

As for Nananoshima Semu and Belsi, although Tristolan was a little surprised by this strange ability [to see the strength of others].

But... he was still laughed at Nanajima Semu's words.

Huh? Eighth and ninth levels are too outrageous.

Tristolan couldn't help but smile, and she pointed at herself: If I were the ninth level, I should be in the God Realm, not here.

Spirit world? Is there any connection between the ninth level and the divine world?

Both Belsi and Nananashima Semu were a little puzzled.

Ninth level, how is it possible... Well, according to the old calculation method, it is level 900 and above.

Tristolan explained this, she shook her head mockingly and said, Do you think I am like a god?

The ninth level...is it the level of gods?

This is the blind spot in the knowledge of Belsi and Semu Nananoshima...

Oh...is that so? Then you are the eighth level?

Bel Xi asked casually, while Tristolan was too lazy to let the two of them guess, and said honestly: The fifth level peak.

That's pretty awesome too.

But this time there is another problem...

Don't tell me that you can't break free from such iron cages and chains... Even blowing up the carriage is easy, right?

Obviously, what Belxi was wondering was why the fifth-level Tristolan was captured and used as a slave until she was rescued by them.

Tristolan took her right hand off the reins and showed her slightly trembling right hand: I don't have the strength of the fifth level now...

I can't see clearly, can't hold a bow, and can't mobilize my magic power well... the power I can exert is only at the second level at most.

Tristolan said this with a helpless smile. She shook her head and added: It belongs to the second level of the elves, not the second level of the dragon.

Even if a second-level dragon is bound by demon-binding chains, it can't use any magic power. It is still easy to break a few chains.

From the fifth level to the second level... from a strong man to a prisoner.

She was almost captured by the nobles, almost reduced to sitting on a triangular horse, almost reduced to the [Tristoland Road] and turned into a roasted goose...

Such a gap must be uncomfortable.

[The second level is pretty good too...it's small and very cute. 】

Nanajima Semu was so comforting. She was a little curious about why Tristolan lost all her strength, but she still didn't ask.

When Tristolan wants to say something, she should be able to say it herself.

Belch thought so too, and he asked another question: Is there any way to recover?

In this regard, Tristolan showed some resistance. She did not answer directly, but rubbed Belsi's head with both hands, rubbing the scales that felt very comfortable: This doesn't require the boss to worry about it.

I go! Don't take your hands off the reins! Drive the horse, drive the horse! This is very dangerous!

As if feeling Bel Xi's eyes, Tristolan put one hand back on the reins and pulled the slightly deviated direction back on track.

Fortunately, horses are not fast in the jungle, and they also need to take care of infantry units, otherwise they might hit a tree.

This is something that only I can handle. Besides... if you are strong, you will know more and have more responsibilities.

Tristolan said something incomprehensible. She looked into the distance with her eyes and said: The tribe no longer exists. You are also protecting my tribe. I can't find any reason to urgently restore my strength.

The second level...that's the second level.

it's not a big deal.

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Don't show off, hey! Tristolan!

【That’s right! You have to get out of your comfort zone. 】

Belsi and Semu Nananoshima immediately complained. He patted Tristolan on the shoulder and persuaded: Your tribe still needs you!

[We need you too, find a way to restore your strength, you bastard. 】

...

Tristolan looked at the two of them with a confused expression... She didn't know why they felt more concerned about this matter than she did.

Wouldn't it be better if the subordinates were weaker?

Just like her relationship with their tribe...if she could, she would rather be weak for the rest of her life than see that firm and decisive face.

It was obvious that her relationship with the clan leader had been so good, but in the end...

After all, is it inferior to the principle of [salvation]?

Even her childhood friend will be sacrificed - her power will be taken away, leaving her with no chance of saving the world.

If possible, she would actually rather stay at level four for the rest of her life.

It's a pity that the world didn't know it earlier.

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Oh, I'm still thinking about hugging my thighs... let Tristolan lead the team to fight everywhere and start to dominate the world!

Belxi sighed with some pity, and Nananashima Semu seemed to be very emotional: Yes, I also want to be like my father, eating soft rice~

Eh... the repeated words are disgusting.

[Hmph~ I am a beautiful girl, so I am cute. 】

It's just a slime now. Who knows what you looked like before, maybe you were ugly...

In response to Belsi's complaints, Nanajima Semu put her hands on her hips disdainfully and said: [Brother, you are wrong, I am an invincible beautiful girl. 】

[She is the rumored Chinese beautiful girl transfer student, the one who always has many love letters in her shoe cabinet! 】

Wow, what a classic character!

[However, whether it was a love letter from a male classmate or a love letter from a female classmate, I threw them all away! Because my dad won’t let me fall in love early! Otherwise you will break my legs! 】

Wow! What a typical Chinese father! Wait...what's going on with the love letters from female classmates? Is the culture of Neon High School so scary?

[There is one thing to say, it is true. 】

...

The topic took a strange turn, and Tristolan couldn't understand what the two of them were talking about, but she still realized something...

The two hope that she will regain her strength and then [lead the team to fight] or something.

I'm sorry, boss...and Miss Slime.

Tristolan said this, with a kind of helpless sadness in her eyes. She lowered her eyebrows and gently leaned down to rub Belxi's body.

The cold rubbing sensation brought by the scales... is quite comfortable.

I haven't figured out what to do... because my power has not disappeared, it has just been borrowed, no... taken away... by a [friend] with a more ambitious goal... I don't know what I should do. .

Tristolan said this without any beginning or end. She looked at the large army that was slowly slowing down and poked her head forward to find out what was going on.

We are still some distance away from the nearest Gnoll territory, and logically it is not yet time to stop and rest... What accident happened?

In doubt, Tristolan saw some little flower demons blocking the troops in the Northern Territory, flying and exchanging words.

Are you here to seek asylum?

Tristolan blinked and asked the two people in front of him: Boss and Master Shimanoshima, don't you go and take a look?

After nodding, Belsi took Nanamishima Semu to fly up and flew in the direction ahead.

However, Belsi paused.

Tristolan...

Saying this, Belsi turned his head. He looked very firm and said gently to Tristolan who was smiling bitterly: Are you stupid?

Tristolan: ???

[Wow, eldest brother is speaking Tibetan. 】

Looking at Tristolan who was suddenly scolded for some reason, Belxi rolled her eyes and said, Don't think that I will find a way to enlighten you~

I have no interest in playing the role of a gentle and caring brother, helping a giant baby who has fallen into a corner to get out of the past.

Bel Xi spread her hands and said seriously: If it's yours, then take it back for me... Do you have cerebral palsy?

[What a sharp question! Brother Belxi, why don’t you act according to the script of the male protagonist Asasi... But this is quite handsome.】

In this regard, Tristolan, who could not hear Semu Nanashima's words, hesitated for a moment, but still shook her head: Boss, you won't understand.

My [friend], she is a very great person. Even if she takes away my power, I will...

As Tristolan said this, she closed her eyes, but...even she didn't realize that she was a little confused in her heart.

Is that really correct?

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Ah! What does other people's greatness have to do with you? Even if they are [right], what did you do [wrong]?

Bel Xi pointed disdainfully and said with a look of disdain, Ah, first ask yourself if you are happy with it! Only if you are willing can you truly be willing!

...

Do I want to? I don't know.

In response to Tristolan's words, Belsi shook her head and said, If you don't know, it means you don't want to! You are obviously kidnapped by morality!

【That’s right! 】

...

Moral kidnapping?

Tristolan was a little confused. Although she didn't know the word, she... could understand some meaning from it.

Wait, that’s such a suitable description... Could it be that...

Tristolan thought of something and suddenly raised her head. She came to her senses and saw Belsi very close to her.

Huh? I'll give you the house manager and you can talk to me. Does his [greatness] have anything to do with you? To put it simply - it's none of your business?

Bel Xi said this, stretched out her cute little dragon claws, and tapped Tristolan's eyebrows with the tips of her claws: Whether you are willing or not, I order you to take back your power!

Do you hear me? Don't even think about disobeying me...ahem!

Belsi coughed lightly, and he pretended to be serious and rubbed the elf's head that he had wanted to rub for a long time. His long emerald hair slipped through his fingertips: Let me take back what belongs to you!

This is my order, woman~

You have no right to refuse!

【Cool! The eldest brother is the domineering president! 】

Amidst Bel Xi's words and Nanajima Semu's praise, the mage girl's voice also came from the front: Brother! Second sister! Come here~~~

[Oh oh oh, right now! 】

Come on, come on!

...

Tristolan stared blankly at Belsi who was flying away. She looked at her trembling hands with a blurred vision...especially her right hand, which was shaking very badly.

She obviously has the ability to shoot through the stars, but at this moment...she has been reduced to the point where she can no longer hold a bow or twist an arrow.

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Tristolan O'Carinquay...as you command.