Chương 282: Feeding the Dragon with Spicy Strips 1 I must feed the dragon!

Roland's probing gaze made the red dragon unable to resist curling its tail to completely cover its large buttocks.

"Foolish fox, what are you peeking at?"

Roland chuckled and scratched her fox ears as she explained.

"Haha, I was just admiring your heroic bearing."

"Hmph! Your flattery won't work on me."

Honglong's tone rose slightly.

That's what she said, but it was rare to be praised, especially by a pretty little person, and her mood couldn't help but brighten up a bit.

Even the feeling of the wind blowing on my buttocks and making it feel cool was slightly reduced.

"Cough cough..."

She cleared her throat and looked at Roland.

"In short, that's the gist of it. Your Roland Group must compensate me for my losses."

"Otherwise, I'll call your parents. You don't want to be surrounded and watched by a group of our incredibly powerful dragons, do you?"

"Compensation...?"

Roland's forehead was sweating.

She turned her head and gave Vina on the second floor a resentful look.

That wretched Vina!

This is Pi Mao's reinforcement. Your unreliability is comparable to your dark, underground, purple-hued forest, overgrown with weeds!

Roland glanced at it only once before turning back to face the red dragon and smirking.

"Your Excellency Augustata, your request is rather unreasonable. We really cannot..."

"Hmph! You're disrespecting this dragon... uh, disrespecting the dragon race!"

As soon as Honglong finished speaking, Bizan couldn't help but stand up and echo him gloatingly.

"You vixen, as the saying goes, a wise man submits to circumstances. The crime of poisoning the young dragon is no ordinary one."

He now realized that this bizarre red dragon was not Roland's reinforcement at all.

Or perhaps it was in the past, but Roland has offended her with counterfeit products.

This is the perfect opportunity to strike while the enemy is down, and to try and drag the dragons onto the ship of the Roland Group to divide up the spoils.

As he spoke, he walked to the side closest to the red dragon.

"Your Excellency Augustata, I am Bishop Bizan of the Imperial Church of Vulcan. This Roland has a long history of misdeeds and is a traitor to our church. I fully support your demand for compensation from her! Punish her!"

"By the way, although the Roland Group hasn't been around for very long, it has accumulated a great deal of wealth. It's actually very rich."

Bizan's words caused the red dragon's entire eye to burst forth with intense light.

rich.

This word holds an extraordinary attraction for dragons.

Having money means having glittering gold and sparkling gems.

Oh, even Roland herself is golden.

The red dragon was overjoyed, shook its giant belly with satisfaction, and praised Bizan.

"Hey, you tiger bishop may be a bit ugly, but you're pretty shrewd. My impression of your Vulcan Church is improving!"

"Next time you visit the Golden Dragon Chamber of Commerce, mention my name, and I'll have my little secretary give you a 9. 5% discount!"

Upon hearing this, Bizan immediately wanted to bare his teeth.

His instincts as a large feline were kicking in, making him almost want to hiss out.

But he still forced himself to endure it.

Forget it, all young dragons in the dragon race are like this, let's not bother with it.

We can't expect the dragon race, which has no pressure or natural enemies and can become stronger just by sleeping without thinking, to be very sophisticated in their dealings with others.

Red Dragon stopped paying attention to Bizan and looked at Roland instead.

"Alright, Miss Roland, now you can discuss compensation with my little secretary."

"secretary?"

Roland asked in confusion.

"Yes, yes, my little secretary, she's very smart~" The red dragon answered happily, turning its huge body to the side and stretching its tail straight, turning it into a slide along with its spine.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, a tiny elf with dark, cool blue skin poked its head out and slid down from the dragon's back.

The speed was so fast that everyone couldn't help but wonder if the slippery black pantyhose would get hot and catch fire from the friction of the dragon scales, burning the girl's buttocks red.

"Heave-ho!"

The adorable dark elf, only 1. 3 meters tall, landed lightly on the ground and performed a standard noble greeting to those around her.

"Greetings, everyone~ I am the Executive Manager of the Imperial Branch of the Golden Dragon Merchant Guild, and also Lord Tata's secretary, Corinne Forging Darkness."

"It's a pleasure to see you all!"

She was very efficient, greeting each of the prominent figures and handing them their business cards before walking briskly back to Roland.

"Greetings, Miss Roland. I will now discuss compensation with you. What are your thoughts?"

As she spoke, her large eyes blinked, and she winked at Roland, seemingly trying to convey some message.

The angle of her face was so clever that even though she was only two meters away from Bizan and the others, she wouldn't be noticed.

Roland stared blankly at the incredibly short but mature-looking dark elf, the dark brand hidden beneath her skin on her neck burning slightly.

She then realized what was happening.

Good heavens, so this dark elf secretary was the real reinforcement?

That oddly-looking red dragon, which doesn't seem very smart, was probably tricked into being used as a pawn by this seemingly cunning elf, right?

Although Roland was surprised, she quickly composed herself and pretended not to recognize him.

"Miss Corinne, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Although His Excellency the Red Dragon strongly demands compensation, I personally strongly protest this domineering behavior."

"Oh, Miss Roland, there's no need to worry too much."

Kou Lin's smile was extremely shrewd, like that of a street vendor, as she rubbed her small hands together and took out a document clipped to a gold metal plate.

"The compensation requested by Lord Tata is entirely within your acceptable range."

"In the end, Lord Tata still really likes the spicy strips from the Dragon Feeder, but the product from the Roland Group is really exaggerated, and Lord Tata is very dissatisfied."

Upon hearing this, the red dragon immediately nodded.

"Yes! I'm not satisfied!"

Kou Lin turned around and guided the questioning.

"What's wrong with you?"

The red dragon put its claws on its hips and stomped its foot.

"Of course it's called 'Dragon-Feeding Spicy Strips,' but it's completely unusable for feeding dragons. It's just... it's..."

Honglong stammered a bit, unable to think of an adjective for a moment.

Dark Elf Corinne immediately added.

"Lord Tata, this is false advertising and counterfeit products."

"Yes, yes, this is it."

Augusta slapped her dragon claw, then clenched her right claw in her palm and spoke earnestly to Roland.

"Miss Roland, this is not the way you do business."

"Dragon-feeding spicy strips, you absolutely have to be able to feed dragons!"

As Roland watched the two of them sing and dance back and forth like a comedy sketch with a straight man, her lips twitched involuntarily.

She felt that this short elf was not very reliable.

But since things had come to this, she still cooperated and asked the question.

"Then, Miss Corinne, what are Lord Augusta's compensation demands?"

"Of course, we demand the development of real dragon-feeding spicy strips!"

Kou Lin adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses that had somehow appeared on her face and waved the gold document board in her hand.

"Lord Tata requires you to improve the process within a week to produce extra-large spicy strips that match the proportions of the dragon race, and they must be a version without side effects, so that the young dragons can enjoy them to their heart's content."

"Furthermore, after successful development, you must sign a long-term, low-price supply agreement with Lord Tata, as well as a partial controlling stake."

"Hmph, don't even think about going anywhere until Lord Tata has paid the compensation."

Without a doubt, this is an unfair contract that both benefits the individual and restricts their personal freedom.

"What?!"

Two gasps of surprise rang out from the audience.

One dish, from Roland.

The other one comes from Bizan.

He looked at the gold-plated document in Secretary Corinne's hand and wished he could kill himself for just agreeing with the Red Dragon.

He shouted anxiously.

"Your Excellency Augusta, Roland is a traitor to both the Church of Vulcan and the Empire. We are escorting her back to the harbor district!"

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