White Dragon Lord

　　Amos certainly didn’t know that someone was slandering himself behind his back.

　　 It swims all the way to the abandoned dragon nest.

　　 In the past four years, the white dragons have harvested a large number of fine pearls through the murlocs. They lie down on the pearl bed every day and sleep. The smooth scales of the white dragon touch the round pearls, making a pleasant, crisp sound, and comfortable.

　　 However, pearls are not as good as gold. They are crushed into pearl powder if they are not careful while sleeping.

　　The precious pearls turned into white powder. The white dragons were heartbroken. To ensure that their wealth would not shrink continuously, Amos came up with a way to exchange pearls for gold through trade.

　　On the Nordhill continent, deep-sea pearls with mellow color are also highly sought-after high-end jewellery, and the world's productivity is low. The annual output of fine pearls is far from meeting the needs of the market, and the price has remained high.

　　 But for the white dragons, the most indispensable thing is pearls. On the contrary, the number of gold coins in their collection is far from enough.

　　 Therefore, Amos contacted the black market businessman Rockvin. In the face of huge profits, the black market businessman Rockvin and White Dragon immediately signed an agreement and became partners.

　　 Therefore, the hidden abandoned dragon nest was reactivated and became a transit point for trade between the two sides. It is usually stationed by murlocs, selling pearls, and also receiving information from black market merchants.

　　 The murloc sentry hiding on the reef saw the arrival of the white dragon and hurriedly greeted him.

　　 "Great master! Murloc Gem salutes you."

　　 "Well, when was the last transaction time?"

　　 "The merchant only shipped a batch of goods the day before yesterday."

　　 Amos frowned. The frequency of trade agreed with black market merchants was once every half a month.

　　 At this time, the murloc in the abandoned dragon's nest also heard the movement, and a fat murloc came out to greet him.

　　 A few years ago, Amos accidentally discovered a murloc with arithmetic talent, so he trained it to become his assistant and let it take over the specific matters of trade. This murloc was the fat murloc—Momor.

　　 "Salute to you! The wise and powerful is unmatched..."

　　 "Okay! Talk about business!"

Amos interrupted the praise that Momor, the murloc, hadn’t played anymore. He glanced at the murloc who was a little bit fatter than before. He was really worried. One day, Momor will be fat into a balloon. Soaring by the day!

　　 Amos had a serious tone: "Momore, I want you to contact Rockwin as soon as possible. I need to talk to him in person!"

　　 Momor saw Amos’ serious expression, put away his flattering gesture, stood up straight and replied loudly: "Yes!"

Upon seeing this, Amos nodded in satisfaction. Momor has done a good job in recent years and has brought a lot of wealth and intelligence to the white dragons. Therefore, this chubby murloc can firmly control the fat gap of foreign trade. .

　　 Hmm, its body shape has also become fatter.

　　 "Recently, has Rockman delivered any important news?"

　　 "No, except for lace news from some nobles in the Lowe Kingdom, other events are far away from us, but there is news about a red dragon."

　　 "Oh~?"

　　 Amos was interested in similar news.

"The high-level legendary red dragon-the flame of the molten mountain has awakened. According to the news, the fairy forest in the west has suffered. The three surrounding cities have turned into a sea of ​​flames. The elf king rushed to fight the red dragon. One game, regardless of the outcome."

　　 "Now, the Elf Kingdom is gathering adventurers from all over the continent to crusade against the flames of the molten mountain. There is a rumor that the legendary Silver Dragon Duke has also gone, but no one has seen him."

　　 Amos wanted to find out if Pele City had any special actions, but didn't want to hear about such a battle between the top powers of the plane.

　　 However, Amos is far to the northeast of the mainland, separated from the battlefield by the entire continent. You can neither watch the excitement nor worry about the flames of the war and yourself, and can only be used as a chat with his younger brothers and sisters in their spare time.

　　……

　　彷 late.

　　 The sun slanted westward on the sea horizon, the sky was full of clouds, and in the distance, the tired bird came home and swept across the setting sun.

　　 A small boat was carrying three people, silently, but at high speed, pushing away the slight waves all the way, turning left and right, around the bright or dark reefs, and came to the sea above the abandoned dragon's nest.

　　Leaving the boatman to guard the boat, Luo Kewen and a strong man jumped into the water, accompanied by the murloc, into the abandoned dragon nest.

　　 "Rockman is so happy to see you, my dear friend!"

　　 Before anyone arrives, he laughs first, and the shrunken Amos saw Rockwen, who opened his arms and walked quickly towards him.

　　 "Welcome, little raven."

　　 Amos opened his big mouth and showed a decent smile. However, those who didn't know thought it was showing off its sharp fangs.

　　 Rockwin laughed.

　　 "You laugh so ugly! My friend!"

　　 "You look very exciting too!" Amos countered: "My little friend!"

　　 Amos bit the sound of "stimulation" and "short" very hard.

　　 Rockvin still smiled, "I also often wonder if my father is a caveman."

　　 Rockwin had no father since he was a child, and he was short in stature, with different features, as ugly as a caveman, but he himself didn't care about these things, and even made jokes about it.

　　 However, Amos would not underestimate him because of this. Rockwen is a real high-level shadow mage, and he only stepped into the position of master with just one step.

　　 Compared to his strength, what makes Amos more jealous is his background. He is the head of the Black Raven Chamber of Commerce in the northern part of the Lowe Kingdom and is also a full member of the Raven Council.

　　 "Every time you take the initiative to contact me, something good will happen, so this time, what surprises do you bring to me?"

　　Amos naturally heard the overtones of Rockwin-don’t bother me if you don’t benefit!

　　 Rockvin does not care about accidents or fame. All he cares about is Huang Cancan's gold coins. The friendship between him and Amos is directly proportional to the benefits Amos brings him.

　　When dealing with this kind of person, Amos is more at ease, because as long as he can bring him enough benefits, he will never have to worry about betraying him.

　　 Obviously ~www.novelmt.com~ The benefits of cooperation between them far outweigh the benefits of hostility.

　　 "Rockman! I need to customize a batch of armor and weapons for large humanoids."

　　 Rockwen heard that he was intrigued. No matter where the arms trade is, it is a profiteering industry, not to mention customization.

　　 Rockvin’s old face smiled into a chrysanthemum, "My friend, you really are my lucky star, so how much do you need?"

　　 Bailong's tone was flat: "First, two thousand sets. In addition, I want a batch of alchemy bombs and at least 20 plague bombs."

　　 The world's science and technology tree is a bit crooked, the industrial revolution has no trace, but the branch of biotechnology is booming.

A long time ago, a certain technical house-lich, Ornezu, invented the plague bomb and used it in the war of aggression. Several creatures on the material plane became charcoal and reduced to a deadly land shrouded in poisonous gas. The plague bomb is so powerful. Shocked the entire multiverse.

　　 The mass deaths of mortals angered the gods of justice. The gods of justice issued orders to kill Aonezul against their subordinate churches. The cunning Aonezul got the news in advance and hid in the world of the undead, and is still at large.

Later, without knowing what was going on, the plague bomb manufacturing process fell out and gradually developed and expanded, and it involved a wide range of aspects that exceeded the ability of the gods of justice. The gods of justice were helpless and included the plague bomb on the list of high-risk contraband. , Prohibit all individuals or organizations from using plague bombs.

　　 "You are crazy! If this is found out, it will be hunted down by the Church of the Gods!"

　　 Amos raised his brows and said disdainfully: "So?"

　　 Rockwen's face was uncertain. After a while, he smiled silently, frustrated his hand, and narrowed his eyes.

　　 "You have to add money!"