The red dragon just wants to do whatever he wants

"That's it?"

This was David's perception after arriving at the storage room of the Warrenz Governor's Mansion.

Simply shabby!

A dignified governor of Dagang, who has been in office for at least twenty years, only has assets of less than two thousand pounds of gold.

Yes, it is equivalent to the money that Salena, Artilicia's childhood sweetheart, lent to his father, which is one-third of the treasure he squeezed out of Spider Nest City back then.

There were some magic items inside, but most of them were rudimentary and useless items. After looking at a few relatively useful items, David no longer even had the interest to identify them one by one.

I even instinctively felt that Mrs. Fremea was hiding something secret.

But when he saw the countess with a dark and calm face and Drow Ariana who didn't say a word, David gave up the idea that made him [anger] loom.

The former doesn't have the guts, and the latter is unlikely to be able to hide anything given his expertise as a drow.

As a human spirit, Fremea could not see the disgust in David's eyes. For the sake of her own life, she quickly explained:

"Your Highness David Yutos, please calm down. This quarter's agricultural tax and port commercial tax will be paid at the end of the month, and you will be more comfortable by then."

When he heard the countess explain that there would be an extra three hundred and twenty pounds, or about 17,600 gold coins of Lovalden, at the end of the month, David was completely speechless about the economy of a human city-state.

All this can only show that Governor Warrenz is really poor. Well, maybe he is not too poor among human nobles?

At least the Port of Volenz still has commercial taxes to collect, and this is still a big part!

As he chatted with the former countess, David finally knew that this was really the case.

Mainly limited by human technology and productivity, the generation of overall wealth itself is relatively limited.

At the same time, the tax system was also underdeveloped, and many times the nobles relied on the income provided by the farmers in their territories through agricultural production, which was often unstable and limited.

Mages are generally relatively wealthy. The problem is that mages are inherently superior to others. Many middle- and high-level mages have established their own mage towers and are outside the economic system.

The nobles wanted the magicians to work for them. Not only did they generally exempt spellcasters from taxes, they even spent a large sum of money to maintain this support relationship.

Under the aristocratic enfeoffment system, nobles have the obligation to protect their territories and farmers. As the saying goes, my vassal's vassal is not my vassal. Taxes are paid layer by layer, and at the same time, they need to bear the responsibility of equipping vassal knights, maintaining castles, etc. Responsibilities, these in turn require a large investment of capital, but due to limited income, they are often strapped for funds.

A set of enchanted plate armor can be regarded as a family heirloom, but there are some magic items that you would like to have on your body at all times to show off.

In addition, since the coup and turmoil in Lowarden forty-five years ago, the entire fragmented country has been in chaos. These wars will consume a lot of resources and wealth, and the nobles need to pay high costs for the wars, including The expenses of recruiting, equipping armies, building fortifications, etc. sometimes even exceeded their financial resources.

It was even common for some nobles to borrow money to survive.

"Ward's Law!" In his previous life, David had only regarded many jokes in the Middle Ages as jokes. When it was his turn to actually participate in them, he didn't expect that this group of hard-working people would be really chilling.

After all, this is not Faerûn. The development of human civilization in Middle-earth is still relatively lagging behind. If the drow hadn't been holding the high elves' legs tightly, waiting for the elves to calm down and sweep them all the way along the New World, A proper overlord of Grangyel.

David suddenly felt a moment of silence for the elf king Eliandor. This elf king clearly had the foundation to become the master of the elf resurgence, but was forced by the current situation to become a mad king who lost his breath in silence.

At the same time, David finally understood that it was not that the Governor of Port Warrenz was too poor, but that being a dragon and even the elves he had often dealt with were too rich!

But now that I think about it, it seems understandable. The drow are a gang of arrogant people who smuggle magic items and even psychedelic potions all over the world. The high elves' magic workshops, which are more advanced than humans, basically have a monopoly on Ellaria's luxury goods and magic. Items and even alchemical potions.

The last and most important point is that compared to humans, they are all immortal species.

Immortality also means relative concentration and stability of wealth.

Unlike human property inheritance, every inheritance means a re-division or even turmoil.

Finally, it’s a matter of perspective. David has even visited the Dragon Treasure House of the Five-Colored Dragon Queen, which is comparable to the realm of Slaanesh. If he goes back to visit the collection of human nobles, will he be interested in the improper dimensionality reduction attack? A little bit of trouble.

After thinking about all this, David suddenly realized that his original self seemed to have overestimated the human beings in Ellaria.

If you are so poor, do you still need to practice the trick of 'building walls high, hoarding food widely, and slowly becoming king'?

As long as there are no legends like the high elves gathered together, it seems that I will be in a flat situation with hundreds of dragons!

【arrogant】

This gave David the illusion that he had just cleared a high-difficulty copy and suddenly returned to the novice village with an artifact and a level three soldier.

But fortunately, David is very sensible and knows that if he really does that, he will basically be beaten by a group of countries in Middle-earth.

If he defeats the coalition forces of all countries in one go, the day will not be far away when the gods of the Pan-Faerun pantheon will look at him.

The change of power among the secular world reflects the change of influence from the gods, and the chess game of the gods also has a profound impact on the development of secular civilization.

"Tsk, so before we reach the Elf Kingdom's territory, we still have to rely on people after all?"

The so-called proxy war is also called.

At the same time, David was considering whether to take the group of dragons A directly up at the risk of attracting the attention of the pan-Faerun gods, or to spend some time cultivating agents to strengthen his troops and then transfer to the kingdom of high elves.

As David, the red calamity, parachuted into the port of Volenz with hundreds of dragons, he actually occupied the border city of Lovalden without a single soldier. This was shocking news. With the escape of the former Governor of Volenz, it quickly spread to most of the forces in the Principality of Lovalden, and it has a tendency to spread rapidly to the countries in Middle-earth.

The royal capital of Lovaldon.

The halls of the royal capital were silent, as if everyone was waiting for something.

Klinsmann Haddad, who had just inherited the throne from his brother who died inexplicably, was sitting on his throne with some boredom, looking ahead expressionlessly.

To be precise, since the assassination of the previous king forty-five years ago, he is already the fourth king to be brought to the stage according to his bloodline in this ongoing rebellion.

He is just a puppet whose powerful policies are controlled by the nobles present. Before he finds a chance to form a faction loyal to himself, most things are beyond his control.

"The Port of Warrenz was occupied by the Red Sons of Disaster. Only the Governor of Port Warrenz escaped. He sent a handwritten letter to the royal capital, hoping that His Majesty could send troops to conquer and regain the fiefdom. In order to make up for the royal family's military expenses, in the next ten years, In the year, he is willing to pay half of the fief tax to Your Majesty." A messenger reported in a low voice, his voice echoing in the silent hall.

A chill spread in the banquet hall. Some of the little nobles who had just learned the news looked at each other in confusion. The original decent smiles on their faces disappeared, replaced by a deep fear and worry. Their eyes were looking for answers. But no one can give it.

Everyone has heard the name of the Red Disaster, and even this fear has been with the memory of three generations.

But he never expected that he would hear it again in such a formal occasion after so many years, even in the name of his descendant.

Seeing the silence in the royal court, Klinsmann, who also learned all this from the handwritten letter, suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart.

Perhaps, this opportunity has already come to him.

He pretended to have the same fear and said the nonsense that a puppet should say:

"We have to do something."

But these words were what the leaderless nobles expected from the bottom of their hearts, and they immediately expressed their various opinions together.

For example, a guy who didn’t know the specific details said:

"We should send troops immediately to retake Port Warrenz."

There was no need for Klinsmann to refute himself. A nobleman immediately responded with a look as if he was an idiot:

"Viscount Dimitri, this red dragon has hundreds of dragons under his command. Will you personally lead the army to conquer it?"

"Hiss!" Some nobles who didn't know what was going on felt that something was going wrong.

On weekdays, if I hear that a five-color evil dragon appears somewhere, it is an unforeseen disaster.

Hundreds of giant dragons gathered together! One dragon's breath is enough to level their royal capital!

What is going on in this world?

"But as far as I know, only about twenty of them are real dragons, and most of them are young dragons and young dragons."

After hearing this, people's tense nerves calmed down a little.

It would be nice if there were no adult dragons, otherwise they could really run away to other countries together overnight.

It was only then that a countess came up with a relatively reliable opinion:

"Your Majesty, the Red Sons of Disaster gathered at the port of Volenz with hundreds of giant dragons. This is not just a matter for our country of Lovalden. At this moment, we must spread the news and invite all the people of Middle-earth to The country has come to discuss this matter and defeat the evil dragon together, otherwise we, Lovalden, will fall and they will not be able to escape."

Seeing that no one finally jumped out to refute, Klinsmann felt relieved and immediately said:

"Just do it!"

Then he added in passing: "The Popes and Patriarchs of each Holy See also invited them. The dragons cannot be defeated by secular armies. A single dragon's power can make mortals lose their fighting power. We must gather all the forces that can be united and piece together Collect all the anti-dragon magic tools and even dragon-slaying weapons, and form an elite dragon-chasing regiment."

This slightly 'outrageous' statement immediately caused a debate among the nobles.

But he must take this opportunity to make a "helper" to get himself out of this damn quagmire, even if he sells some of Louwarden's interests for this.

No matter who he is!

Otherwise, if Louwarden continues to be manipulated by these idiots, he, the Haddad bloodline, is likely to be the last generation of kings who will subjugate their country.

Yes, there is no next one!

Another minister stepped out and asked:

"Then, do we need to invite Count Pablo?"

The royal hall suddenly fell silent.

As we all know, Count Pablo was originally just a border nobleman close to the Elf Kingdom, but over the years, this Earl has become prosperous through various ocean trade and smuggling businesses.

It has also used many excuses to annex the territories of many surrounding small nobles, and it seems that it has become another hegemon besides the royalists and rebels.

And the reason why this earl was able to go from being a border earl with little sense of existence to becoming so important in Lurwarden today, and even speaking out about it seems to make people fearful, is also very simple.

The earl had been infiltrated and captured by the drow since he was young and had just ascended the throne.

In other words, he is just a puppet controlled by the drow mistress Neferutali.

But even so, Klinsmann is envious of Uncle Wang, who has some blood ties.

As a puppet who is also being manipulated, at least the drow matron named Neferutali does have enough strength and wisdom.

It's not like he is surrounded by a bunch of useless people.

Seeing that no nobles were involved in this taboo issue, King Klinsmann agreed:

"Invite Count Pablo to discuss the plan to chase the dragon."

After all the ministers had dispersed, the puppet king lay on his slightly spacious throne, his still immature cheeks showing a touch of determination, and his fists clenched tightly:

"Davyutos, son of the Red Calamity? Thank you for the opportunity you gave me.

"I will cherish it and hold on to it!

"must!"

He wanted to take advantage of this crisis to completely end the forty-five years of turmoil in Lowarden and become the master of the Renaissance that would be sung by bards in the future.

On the border of the Elf Kingdom, the earldom of Earl Pablo.

The former drow mistress Neferutari was lying naked on the balcony sofa covered with vines, looking at the distant scenery in trance.

Count Pablo, who was already 62 years old, was bringing his eldest son and two grandsons, three generations of nobles, licking and massaging this drow's body like a dog.

They are all the servants of this drow.

willingly.

At this time, a guard with the same handsome appearance and armor that looked more like a sexy outfit seemed to have been used to the somewhat blind scene in front of him, and respectfully reported the same message:

"The Port of Volenz is occupied by Davyutos, the son of Red Calamity. He brought hundreds of dragons from the Old World of Scanis."

Chi.

It was completely opposite to the scene of collective efforts at the Royal Court of Lurwarden.

"Davyutos?!" The drow matron was frightened on the spot, shuddering, and gave the old earl a look in his face.

It was as if the nightmare from thirty-two years ago was coming back.

A nightmare come true.