White Dragon Lord

Chapter 141:.1 - Pavran's Bait

The motive of the Pavran Kingdom was not pure. Is it because it wanted to use this city as a bridgehead to seek out other islands in the overseas archipelago.

"Your Royal Highness, please let me think about it for a while."

"Okay, Lord Amos can come to Victoria Harbour at any time after careful consideration. I am looking forward to your good news within this month."

After Prince Raman leaned over to salute, he retreated with the wanderer.

The white dragon lord looked at the list of gifts floating in front of him and muttered to himself.

"Really willing to pay for it!"

The more Pavran Kingdom was like this, the more it aroused his suspicion.

"Gulgaru, you arrange manpower to explore this island for me, and you can't let go of an inch of land!"

"Your will is my command."

The two-headed ogre chief backed out, and the white dragon lord was lost in thought on the throne.

...

On the fast ships leaving White Castle.

The legendary wanderer Hausmann Campbell frowned when he looked at Silver Deer Prince, who was standing on the ship, shaking his wine glass.

"His Royal Highness, is it too risky for us to do this? That white dragon will definitely be suspicious and send someone to investigate."

Prince Raman looked at the dense "sea farmland" around the distant islands, took a sip of the wine and narrowed his eyes.

"Check it out, if you don't take a risk, how will you get anything."

Hausmann didn't say much when he heard the words. He followed the sight of Prince Raman and saw the busy murlocs on the "sea farmland".

"Unexpectedly, this inferior race of murlocs could also play such a big role."

"Yes, this reminds me of a saying of the sages: There are no trash races, only trash individuals."

...

Three days later, in the White Castle Hall.

The two-headed ogre chief came in from outside the door.

"Master, the results of the investigation have come out. Apart from a medium-sized iron ore, this medium-sized island has nothing worth noting."

Amos put down the agricultural development progress report in his hand, and the dragon claw tapped the crystal throne under him, countless thoughts flying in his mind.

Could it be that Pavran's domestic policy towards overseas islands has changed?

Amos thought about it, and found nothing suspicious, and began to seriously consider the proposal of the Kingdom of Pavran.

After a long period of decline and the catastrophe brought by the Demon Eye Tyrant, the gray dwarves of Darkforge had a total population of less than two thousand. Even if every dwarf had forging skills, the armor and weapons produced could only be just enough to supply the White Castles army. For the large-scale arms trade, nothing could be done.

The Pavran Kingdom just came up with a feasible plan to transform the minerals hidden underground in White Castle's sphere of influence into real wealth.

When the White Castles army came to an island, the first thing was to judge whether the territory was worthy of full occupation.

If so, the army would be stationed on the island until all the dangerous creatures on the island were cleaned up, and the safe island was handed over to subsequent developers. The developers would stay on the island and engage in agriculture, animal husbandry and other industries, creating higher value for the White Castle, and the army would leave the island and embark on a new journey.

If the island was steep and unsuitable for industry development, the army would organize manpower and use a series of investigative methods to check whether there were available resources on the island, record the proven resources, and hand it over to White Castle for decision-making. After comprehensive consideration by the senior management of White Castle, it was then to decide whether to develop the island.

Factors such as distance, transportation conditions, and migrant population around would determine the fate of predators on this island.

But in fact, the White Castle's sphere of influence had expanded too quickly, and the number of kobold miners was far from enough, so that many resource islands worthy of development were only recorded, and no substantial use had been made.

Even the mineral resources that had been developed have exceeded the digestion capacity of White Castle, and Amos had to export them to Lowe Kingdom to earn gold coins, which in turn imported weapons and armors.

If the Pavran Kingdom was truly cooperating, then for White Castle, it was a win-win situation worthy of celebration. Amos was considering whether to go to Victoria Harbour.

"Master, one more thing."

Gulgaru's voice interrupted the white dragon lord's contemplation.

"That dwarf is drunk again."

When Amos heard the words, he felt a little helpless. After Soris Darkforge came to the White Castle, he found that the material conditions of the White Castle were several levels higher than that of the underground world. Especially in terms of fine wines, all kinds of wines were inexhaustible. So the prince of the gray dwarf completely let go of himself, drinking savagely.

The prince of gray dwarves could be said to have a huge amount of alcohol, but its wine quality was not so good. After drinking and getting drunk, he goes crazy, beats the ogre guards, smashes the flower beds and sculptures of the white castle, urinates and defecates everywhere, committing atrocitious crimes. His crimes were difficult to write, and with the strength of his legendary warrior, no one could hold him, only the white dragon lord could supress him.

"What's wrong with him again?"

Garu: "Nothing yet, but if you are late, it would be hard to say."

Gul: "When I came in, I saw him lift up a stone statue. This little man is really strong."

*** "WAHAHAHA."***

Outside the door, the roar of the ogre guard and the laughter of the dwarf reached the ears of the white dragon lord.

Amos hurriedly went outside of the hall and saw a flowerpot flying towards his forehead. He raised his paw to catch the flowerpot and watched the dwarf running away from the ogre guards on the platform. The face of the white dragon turned black.

"Soris!"

The white dragon lord roared in anger, and like a basin of cold water dripping down his head, the drunk gray dwarf prince awakened a little from his trance, and froze on the spot. Looking back, he saw a mess behind him, and the white dragon lord with a black face.

"Master, good evening, would you like a drink?"

Looking at the grinning gray dwarf, Amos was also helpless. Every time he was sober, Soris had a good attitude and admitted his mistakes, but he didn't have a good memory, so he continued to drink alcohol, and made mistakes as soon as he got drunk.

"You! Come with me!"

"Hey?! Ahhhhhhh!"

Without waiting for the gray dwarf to ask questions, the white dragon lord flapped his wings, grabbed the smelly gray dwarf with his dragon claws, and flew into the sky.

The air flow hummed across his ears, making the gray dwarf fully awake.

"Master, where are we going?"

"Victoria Harbour."

Amos intended to go to Victoria Harbour to finalize the cooperation. The reason for bringing the gray dwarf was for safety on one hand, and to tell Prince Raman that the lifeblood of White Castles weapons and equipment was in his own hands on the other hand. It would prove as the bargaining chip of the negotiation, striving for a better share ratio.

But before that, Amos intended to explore again.

Under the sky, Amos grabbed the gray dwarf and flew towards Victoria Harbour.