Chapter 541: The Dragon Race Will Never Be Slaves, Unless It Includes Room and Board

Chapter 541 -337: The Dragon Race Will Never Be Slaves, Unless It Includes Room and Board

Shortly after returning to Deepwater City, Zog received an email from the Adventurer Guild.

It turned out that poverty could be a powerful motivator, inspiring a level of efficiency that surpassed Zog’s wildest imagination.

The online shopping platform was still in its testing phase, but the couriers and service points for the Northern Domain, the Royal City, and Twin Tower City were already all set up.

They even had the couriers destined for Deepwater City ready to go and were tactfully prodding Zog about when other cities would get online shopping access.

For an internet business, the offline, physical component was progressing even faster than the online side.

Out of curiosity, Zog checked to see what kind of language the Adventurer Guild had used in its recruitment ad for couriers.

“Extremely dangerous, with a high probability of contact with Giant Dragons…”

‘How could he even write something like that?’

However, Zog still sent a reminder that this bordered on false advertising. It was a bit different from his own usual practice of quoting out of context, and it could lead to a lawsuit.

Because most couriers wouldn’t come into contact with Dragons.

The Dragons serving as cargo trucks would only deliver packages to the distribution centers. After being sorted by district, the packages would then be transported by smaller vehicles to the various delivery stations. Most couriers, who operated out of these stations, would never see the Dragons at the distribution centers. Perhaps only 10% of personnel would be assigned there.

To this, the Chairman replied, “10% is a high probability. Besides, the Guild holds the right of final interpretation.”

At that moment, Zog clearly realized something about the three parties cooperating in the courier industry—the group, the banks, and the guild.

None of them were human.

Fortunately, their business competence was inversely proportional to their moral standards.

Sutton’s major banks were all promoting online payments and credit cards at incredible speeds.

Although people initially found the idea very insecure, they couldn’t resist the temptation and signed up for cards under the banks’ barrage of promotional offers.

However, not many users enabled online payment functions for their existing savings accounts.

They were worried that the greedy Zog would secretly drain their money.

Most chose to open new accounts specifically for online payments, keeping them empty and only transferring the exact amount needed for each transaction.

They didn’t mind the hassle.

Still, it was a sign they were accepting this new thing.

An unexpected bonus was that banks in other countries, noticing Sutton’s moves, immediately recognized the advantages of credit cards and rushed to implement them in their own nations.

Never question a capitalist’s ability to chase a trend.

Meanwhile, the Adventurer Guild shut down many of its smaller, deserted branches and converted them directly into delivery stations.

They hadn’t closed these effectively useless and desolate branches before because there was nowhere to reassign the staff. Now, the solution was simple: everyone was retrained for a new career on the spot.

Transitioning the clerical staff was much easier than dealing with the Adventurers. No tricks were needed; they just had to be told their salaries would increase and be paid on time each month.

With those two conditions on the table, anyone who tried to stop them from dedicating their youth to the courier business would be considered their mortal enemy.

They had felt the decline of the Adventurer Guild more keenly than anyone.

They had watched as their salaries, which used to be paid at the beginning of the month, were delayed to the middle of the month, then to the end, and finally pushed into the next month.

The Guild practically had “We’re finished” written all over it.

Compared to the rapid progress of the banks and the Guild, Zog’s side was moving much more “slowly.”

A dozen or so new cargo-hauling Dragons had been added in Deepwater City. The largest was three hundred years old, which was basically enough to meet the initial demand for delivery capacity.

Moreover, one or two new Dragons were now being brought to Deepwater City every few days.

Adventurers were finding them one by one, using the locations provided by the Green Dragon.

Only this time, they weren’t carrying guns, but Gold Coins and contracts.

Zog figured that the three-to-four-hundred-year-old Dragons were probably the largest that would come to Deepwater City. Any older, and they were powerful enough to survive on their own.

But there was one exception. An Ancient Bronze Dragon, one Zog wasn’t very familiar with, arrived in the city.

Barossalis. He called himself a scholar, and his human form was that of an old Wizard, just like Gandalf.

He had no ties to Zog’s inner circle; at most, they had only heard of each other.

This Brass Dragon made no attempt to hide his identity. He went directly to Zog and stated his purpose.

First, he wanted to observe Deepwater City to see how a city that accepted Giant Dragons would develop.

This fit perfectly with Zog’s stereotype of Brass Dragons: passionate about research.

Second, he wanted to study the principles of firearms.

That was a bit more delicate.

At first, Zog thought he was concerned about the future of the Dragon Race and wanted to find a way to counter firearms.

So, he told the Brass Dragon that he could only study the firearm models available for purchase on the open market. As for more advanced research, that was off the table unless he joined the Zog Group.

The original intention was to dissuade him.

Who knew the other dragon would agree to join without a second thought? He didn’t even care about having to sign a Contract, which left Zog completely floored.

‘I’ve never seen someone so eager to become a beast of burden.’

After signing the Contract, Barossalis couldn’t wait to see the most cutting-edge research.

After a period of observation, Zog and the researchers working with the Brass Dragon came to a unanimous conclusion.

This Ancient Dragon simply loved studying munitions. He was also a total chatterbox and got along well with the goblins.

On one hand, he was off with the goblins researching bigger and better explosions; on the other, he was hanging out with Old El, supposedly for the sake of some grand ideal.

Ever since his chat with Zog at the entrance of the Deep Research Institute, Old El had been “in seclusion” in his lab for a long time.

Zog seriously suspected he’d been inspired to “plant a sun.”