The red dragon just wants to do whatever he wants

Seeing that he had shocked this group of blind drow and had obtained the qualification to meet the 'recipient', David also gave up his intention to continue to find trouble, and held the brass wine glass firmly and forcefully with the tip of his tail. Leaning upside down on the oak bar, under the invitation and gaze of the drow, he walked swiftly along the spiral staircase toward the second floor.

Behind them, Siatt, three people and one wolf were about to follow, but they were stopped by the waiter.

They all looked at David and saw that their dragon master's tail was swaying towards them as if he didn't care at all. He immediately stayed in front of the spiral staircase and stared at the drow waiter.

As soon as David went up to the second floor, he saw a female drow sitting on a big chair behind a long table.

The drow turned the pages of the book gently and lovingly, holding the pen at an angle, seeming to be refining key information and recording it in the diary beside him as he read. Perhaps he heard the creak of the spiral staircase that was about to collapse when he went upstairs. With a groan, he closed and put down the book in his hand whose cover was clearly in High Elf language, and turned to look in his direction.

The drow has a pair of eyes that are completely different from the ordinary drow. They are like the blue-green in a severe winter snowstorm, contrasting with the slightly purple pale skin. The tight-fitting clothes highlight the lean and powerful proud figure, which arouses the imagination of dragons.

This is a drow who is mixed with high elves.

Maybe it was because she saw David looking at her wantonly, that the corners of her lips curled up slightly, as if with a hint of provocation.

Even though David, a red dragon, could feel the temptation from the alien race, he would never make the mistakes that young dragons would make as he was still in his infancy.

He just strode up to the other party with his head held high, his big and ferocious head almost touching the other party's cheek, and sniffed.

This outrageous and dangerous action also frightened the surrounding drow to death.

At such a close distance, if David, the young red dragon, had even the slightest bit of malice or a twitch in his mind, he could bite off his master's head in one bite.

Immediately, they all took out the scimitars in their hands and tried to stop them, but the other party raised his hand to stop him. Instead, he looked up at David and said with a smile on his lips:

"How is it? How does it taste? Sir David Yutos."

David drew back his neck and looked down at Zhuoer from a high position, seemingly surprised:

"It seems Siatt's vision is pretty good. You should be the first drow who doesn't have the smell of psychedelic medicine after I entered Spider Nest City. That's good. At least on this point, I'm very satisfied. Only Drow who do not take drugs are Drow worthy of cooperation."

Before Zhuoer could speak, David made a unilateral decision with [arrogance]:

"I have brought a batch of good goods this time, please give me a price."

It's as if he is the owner here and has the right to choose the trading partners.

In fact, David also planned this way. If he found out that the transaction partner was also a poisonous insect, he would turn around and go to another company without saying a word.

The red dragon's arrogance immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the surrounding drow, and they all frowned, with a sense of humiliation and death.

Their master didn't seem to care about this, tapping his fingers on the long table, as if he was pondering over something.

Products in general black market lingo include [psychedelic potion], [anger mixture], [sobriety potion], etc.

The former belongs to the category of drugs, while the latter two belong to the category of military smuggled materials.

The drow themselves are the largest manufacturers of psychedelic drugs, so it would be totally uncomfortable to do this on their property.

As for the [Sobriety Potion], the demand is too low to sell it at a high price, so the product David is talking about can only be [Anger Mixture].

This is also their favorite item.

And a red dragon came to visit in person. Considering their magnanimity or greed, their magnanimity would definitely not be small.

Then there is only one question left.

"I need samples." Drow Ariana said.

David immediately shouted downstairs:

"Whoever it is, bring the goods up."

Downstairs, Zhuoer was thinking about who to put up.

"Woof woof woof!"

The winter wolf that had been lying next to the barbarian immediately got up, knocked away the staggering drow waiter, and trotted to David's side with its tail wagging crazily. He looked back and picked up the strong sack hanging on his back. He picked it up, put it on the ground with a thud, and then lay obediently next to David's legs.

This scene made all the drow grin from ear to ear.

Winter wolves are almost the most difficult to train among all known large animals, because their IQ is much higher than that of ordinary beasts, and some can even speak human words.

If you want to train a winter wolf to be like the dog in front of you, you can imagine what kind of weirdo its owner is.

Different from the focus of these drow, Ariana's eyes were completely stunned by the batch of goods.

She has been helping her mistress in business for seventy years, and this is the first time she has seen someone selling [Mixture of Anger], packed in a sack!

Because for the convenience and confidentiality of transportation, pharmacists usually choose to make the mixture of anger into a high-concentration format and package it in milliliter test tubes.

Due to the difficulty of obtaining and smuggling century-old scented pollen, the largest amount she ever had was only 300 ml, less than one pound, but it could be diluted into 300 to 1,000 bottles of anger mixture.

The profit made that time made the elated Matron Flavia directly promote her to her current position, and rewarded her with a sophisticated enchanted drow scimitar, which she treasures to this day.

But the sack in front of me started at least thirty pounds!

Even three thousand bottles diluted to the optimal concentration are enough to arm a regular army of one thousand people!

If the thing in front of you is real, it almost means that the red dragon in front of you has given almost half of the production of hundred-year-old incense to the high elves in the large city-states like Seorus City or Devensere. Come here!

If this business was done, she could hardly imagine how happy her mistress would be, and what kind of generous reward Ariana would give her?

She even doubted whether her illegitimate daughter would be placed among her daughter's successors by her mistress for the first time.

Although that would instantly make her the target of public criticism among her sisters, the corresponding status and authority she could control would make her reach the sky in one step.

But is this an outrageous situation that could happen in reality?

In short, Ariana was a little uneasy.

She stood up with a somewhat dry throat, took out a dagger and opened the sack, used the sharp tip to poke into the obviously more elegant sealed medicine bag and pulled it out.

This action that she had used hundreds of times made her feel stagnant for the first time, and she pulled out crystalline threads, just like honey that was much thicker.

"Nearly solid!??"

Ariana and the entire drow were shocked.

But whether it’s its color, slightly pungent smell, or its remarkable characteristic of starting a demonic reaction as soon as it encounters the air, it all shows:

Not only is this batch real, but its effective concentration and texture may also be unprecedentedly high!

Ariana immediately stopped hesitating, took a deep breath, and stared deeply at David, the red dragon, who smiled devilishly at her, while placing the dagger dipped in medicine on the tip of her tongue and licking it lightly.

Then she suddenly paused because of this action, and her pale purple skin turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“Spicy! Spicy! Spicy!

"puff!!!"

Zhuoer, who couldn't help shouting, actually spit out a mouthful of flames with scorching smoke in front of the dumbfounded attention of all his subordinates.

"Broken! Broken! Ah!!!"

Ariana poured down at least three pots of water in succession, until her originally slender and attractive waist was stretched out like she was five months pregnant, and then her mouth was filled with tears and tears under a pair of sausages. Looking at David:

"Ni Te Ma De Zai Ni Mian Jialer Pei Ma!!!"

"Chili." David raised his head and said proudly:

"A little bit of the devil's capsaicin refined by me is added. Only after drinking it like this, it becomes like our red dragon and can breathe out fire. Then you will know that what you are drinking is my steel-burning dragon David Yutos." Isn’t it the [Metal of Anger] that you refined yourself?”

"Fuck!!!" Ariana, furious, spat out a mouthful of blood mist on the spot and fainted.

"Quick, quick, quick, give me some [Sobriety Potion]"

All the drow panicked.

"Hurry up! Lady Ariana.

“My butt is starting to bleed!!!”