The Red Dragon Lord is OP, but Insists on a Pop Culture Invasion! Chapter 106 - 105: The Despicable Outsider Dragon

November 14th, Tuesday;

Watched livestreams.

November 15th, Wednesday;

Watched livestreams.

November 16th, Thursday;

Figxin, oh Figxin! How could you have fallen so low! Have you forgotten your goal to overthrow the monarchy? You can’t keep sinking like this!

November 17th, Friday;

Watched livestreams.

Today’s livestream was Priest Andrei and Toto playing that torturous mountain-climbing ga together.

But they were actually chained to each other.

Whoever ssed up would pull the chain and make the other fall, and the stream wouldn’t end until they reached the summit.

They’re livestreaming geniuses.

They stread all night, and I watched all night.

...

Figxin closed her diary, her expression grave.

’What have I even done this past week?’

She was completely numb.

Ever since Zog arrived, it seed like everyone had gotten busy.

Everyone except her and the rambunctious children.

Gelda had gone off to be a "trainee," another new word she’d never heard before.

She kept hearing new words these past couple of days.

Apparently, the goal was to train to beco an outstanding idol.

They had arranged for Zor Elf music and dance instructors, acting coaches from the Shepherd’s Theater Troupe, and even teachers specifically for etiquette, deportnt, and answering questions.

In short, her days were packed with classes. She would leave early, co back late, and fall asleep the mont her head hit the pillow.

Zete Mage, having taken over many of Gelda’s forr duties, was also swamped with work.

Thanks to the Zog Group’s mass hiring, nearly all the idle people in the city had been scooped up.

Public order had even improved; there hadn’t been a single incident of brawling recently.

Everyone was busy working and earning money, with no ti to start conflicts that would require the Lord’s intervention.

So there was no need for the Lord to handle any conflicts.

And that was just with two assembly lines open. According to Zog, the plan for the first phase was twenty lines, and they had already started recruiting throughout the Northern Domain.

’What kind of "man-eating monsters" are these factories?’

But they had also destroyed the breeding ground for bandits at its very root.

Figxin used to worry that a new wave of bandits would gather as soon as one was dealt with.

But now, with a stable inco of several Silver Coins a month, who would risk their life to beco a bandit in the mountains?

However, Zog had given her all the ga consoles released so far, as well as a Magic Vision Device, to help her pass the ti.

Figxin had treasured them, playing day and night for several days straight. Then, in a sudden mont, she felt like the gas weren’t that interesting anymore.

Even though there were still several gas she hadn’t played, and their titles sounded tempting.

But... how should she put it?

’I’m tired. I don’t want to turn them on.’

Her life now consisted of training the guards in the morning, then slumping in the great hall listening to storytellers and watching Beastn move things, just waiting for the evening livestreams.

The parts for the two assembly lines all ca through the Teleportation Array in the castle, then were carried away piece by piece by the Beastn.

Figxin had suggested moving the Teleportation Array elsewhere, since there was plenty of wasteland in the Northern Domain.

But Zog said that relocating a large Teleportation Array was a huge hassle, almost as much work as building a new one, and that it would add a significant sum to her debt.

She had compromised. If it had to be transported from the castle, then so be it.

’No problem, not a single complaint. At this critical juncture for the Northern Domain’s developnt, a useless Lord like should make whatever small contribution I can.’

Winterfort, now unofficially known as the Twin Tower City mini-transfer station.

However, her decadent days weren’t even peaceful. The Doudou clone, theoretically responsible for her protection, had rapidly beco the absolute leader of the rambunctious children.

And had successfully made all the children fans of *chanical Warrior*.

Whether they were interested before or not, Doudou had toys and was more than willing to give them out.

"ditation Seal!" Doudou shouted a move at Benny.

"Ineffective!"

"What do you an, ineffective? You’re already paralyzed."

"Because I’m the Snow Mastiff Hero, and the Snow Mastiff Hero is stronger than the Black Rhino Hero!"

"Nonsense! The Black Rhino Hero is stronger!"

...

Figxin watched blankly as the two roughhoused their way past her.

Once they started arguing about who was stronger, they would get trapped in a never-ending loop.

They would never convince each other, and it usually ended with them calling each other a "stan" of their preferred character and accusing the other of being stubborn.

Similarly, they had also argued about whether a lion or a tiger was stronger, or whether a wolf could beat a heavier dog...

’Is he really here to protect ?’ The thought of Doudou’s price tag made her heart bleed.

’Could this be the legendary protection money?’

Figxin took a sip of cola, hoping the bubbles would wash away her boredom.

’I really want to work.’

The only real work she had done recently was to visit the craftsn who were about to start construction on the Ice and Snow Castle.

And that was last week.

People are probably just masochists. When they’re busy, they want to relax. When they’ve been idle for too long, they want to find sothing to do.

"My Lord," an Affairs Officer said, approaching Figxin’s side.

"What is it?"

"Several factory owners in the city have jointly filed a complaint against a despicable out-of-town Dragon."

"What!" Figxin shot up. Her role as Lord finally had a purpose.

"Quick, take to them."

Since she was in the castle, Figxin wasn’t wearing armor. Instead, she was wearing a rare, rather formal outfit.

Anything a noble would call "formal" was always more complicated than one could imagine.

It was hard to tell whether the thing was a torture device or clothing. With the help of two attendants, Figxin struggled to change into it.

Honestly, it was harder to put on than armor and felt so tight she could barely breathe.

Once she was finally ready, she t the plaintiffs in the Lord’s court.

They were all influential rchants in the city.

They might not be considered particularly wealthy in Twin Tower City, but in the Northern Domain, they were local tycoons.

Now, every one of them wore a mournful expression, as if they had just lost their parents.

"The Dragon you’re accusing is...?" Figxin asked.

"My Lord, you must know. It’s the Sub-Dragon who is building a Factory outside the city."

’Okay, he is pretty despicable.’

Figxin silently agreed with the rchants’ way of referring to Zog.

One of the rchants, his fat hand adorned with eight rings, theatrically wiped away a tear and continued his lant.

"Can you imagine? He’s doing *that kind* of thing to the workers."

"*That kind*?" Figxin was a little curious. Although Zog was indeed despicable, he had always treated his employees well.

"He actually... only makes his workers work for eight hours."

"Huh?"

"I knew you wouldn’t be able to accept it either! And not only that, he gives his workers rotating days off. The most intolerable thing is that he pays them high wages.

"Our rchant guilds had already planned to pay the workers a monthly salary of only 60 Copper Coins. That’s just enough for them to live on, but not enough to do anything else.

"This is for the workers’ own good. If they can’t do anything else, they will devote themselves wholeheartedly to the developnt of the domain and help the Northern Domain prosper. We just want them to be more diligent. Suffer a little now, and their lives will be better in the future.

"But as soon as that despicable out-of-town Dragon arrived, he multiplied their wages several tis over and even gave them days off! Isn’t this just breeding laziness?"

"And he’s making them learn to read!" another rchant added excitedly. "How terrifying! If they know too much, how can they be expected to work hard without complaint? This is a threat to the future of the Northern Domain!"

SLAP!

Figxin slamd her hand on the armrest. The rchants imdiately fell silent, carefully observing her expression.

"If you can deal with this despicable Dragon, the few of us will certainly contribute a sum of money to the construction of the Northern Domain," one of the rchants said in an ambiguous tone.

Figxin suddenly smiled.

The rchants imdiately started smiling too, all traces of their earlier misery gone.

Figxin gave them a "you know what I an" look.

The rchants returned an "we understand" expression.

"Take to that Factory. If the situation is as you say, I will see that justice is done," Figxin said decisively.