I Killed the Dragon

　　 The Lord Marquis was drunk and was carried back to the room, but His Majesty hadn't eaten it yet.

　　 The chef’s craftsmanship is very good. The big fish he caught is very delicious. Gray picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks and tasted it carefully.

　　 When he was not paying attention, there was a mini dining table on the dining table not far from him. A little green guy looked at what was in front of him, with a trace of dissatisfaction on his face.

　　 She quietly slipped out of her seat, and no one noticed that even the maid who had been watching her behind her was suddenly distracted and did not notice her movement.

　　 After the little elf slipped down from his position, it turned into a green light and rushed in front of Gray, lay his hands on the silver cup and buried his head in it.

　　 Gray swallowed a mouthful of delicious fish and was about to drink some wine. When he picked up the wine glass, he found that the weight of the wine glass was not right. A little guy was lying on it and gulping the wine in the glass.

　　 Gray's face changed, and he quickly lifted the little guy up. Even the Marquis was a drink of drunk stuff. How much can the little guy bear?

　　 Sure enough, after the little guy was lifted up, his face was already flushed, and he was dazed with his fist and hit his finger, yelling to let her go, she would continue to drink.

　　 "Fortunately, it's just drunk, it seems quite lively, nothing serious." Gray shook his head, the little guy really didn't worry.

　　 "Mother, take your time, I'll take this little guy back to the room first, and I'll be back soon." Gray smiled at his mother and lifted the little guy out of the seat.

　　 The marquise nodded, tasting the wine and food in an elegant manner. Since Gray became a baron, she has started to learn aristocratic etiquette, and now she has a very decent manner.

　　 Although Gray doesn't care about this, he feels that many nobles, apart from superficial etiquette, are even more dirty than some local rascals, and it is useless to learn.

　　 But it didn't stop my mother from studying. When my parents interacted with other nobles, they were very particular about this, otherwise they would feel disrespectful and embarrassed.

　　 Going back to his room, Gray threw the little guy directly onto the bed, then pulled down the curtain and tied it with a rope so that the guy could not get out no matter how much he flew.

　　 let a maid watch here again, don't let the little guy do anything, then leave.

　　 I ate dinner with my mother, and when Gray came back here, the little guy was already asleep on the bed.

　　 "You go out!" Sending the maid out, Gray carefully picked up the elf and put it on the mini bed made for her by the pillow.

　　 The little bed is pink, very girly. Although the little guy strongly protested and asked for a green one, Gray said that he had seen through the little guy’s girly heart and did not agree.

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"I want to drink beer!"

　　 Gray turned a deaf ear.

"I want to drink beer!"

　　Grey ignores it.

"I want to drink beer!"

　　 Gray took a handful from his head, grabbed some restless little guy, stuffed it into a small schoolbag, and closed the zipper.

"I want to drink beer!"

　　 A familiar voice came from his head. Gray was taken aback and opened the small schoolbag. There was nothing in it, "How did you get out?"

"I want to drink beer!"

　　 Gray thought for a while, took out a piece of chocolate from the backpack and handed it over.

　　 The little elf thought for a while, and decided to choose chocolate between the unavailable wine and the chocolate that he could get.

　　 Gray looked at the front and was almost at the location of the iron ore.

　　 Ugra stood at the entrance of the mine with great wind, watching them load the mined iron ore into an ox cart and transport it to the kingdom.

　　 The arrival of His Majesty the King did not disturb too many people. Everyone was working in an orderly manner. Viscount Ugra was by his side and reported to him the details of the mine.

"What restricts your production capacity? Is it insufficient manpower?" Gray asked. If there is not enough manpower, now there is no war in the country and the border is peaceful, he can transfer a team of 1,000 people to mine and take turns with each other to ensure Every soldier can have the opportunity to engage in a glorious mining business.

"No, it's not." Viscount Ugra, who had been with His Majesty for a long time, immediately understood that His Majesty would have to play some whimsical ideas, and quickly denied: "It has nothing to do with manpower. It is enough for the time being. The reason why the output is not large is that everyone is not skilled enough. When everyone is skilled, the output of iron ore can increase by 30%."

　　 "If you are proficient, you can increase by 30%, that is, 400 catties of steel?"

　　 I don't know why His Majesty the King asked this question, but Viscount Ugra nodded honestly.

　　 Although Gray has never mined a mine, he still feels that the output of four hundred catties is still too low, not even one thousand catties, let alone the daily output he expected from the beginning is calculated in tons.

　　 "I'll go in and take a look." Gray also knew that this was not Ugra's problem, but the technological limitations of this era, so he planned to go to the mine himself.

　　 It was a little dark in the mine, and oil lamps were hung along the way. Gray took out the sword in the lake from his backpack, lit it and held it in his hand as a lamp.

　　 Now the mine is not deep enough. Gray didn't go far enough to see a group of people digging with shovels, and some people carried the iron ore they dug out.

　　 Gray: "······"

　　 Are mining shovel serious? Are you acting me on purpose?

　　 "Okay, let's go out." Gray didn't look much anymore. When these workers saw him coming in, they all trembled with fright, for fear that he would settle accounts after an autumn.

"You are doing a good job. You don't need to treat these people harshly. You can even tell them that as long as they work hard and perform well, I can forgive them for their crimes, restore them to civilian status, and give them some monetary rewards. "

　　 Out of the mine, Gray confessed.

　　 Most of the workers here are nobles implicated by rebellion. He didn't kill them before, just didn't regard them as hidden dangers. Now he doesn't mind giving them hope ~www.readwn.com~ to let them work well.

　　 "I thank His Majesty the King for his mercy." Ugra was unwilling to do this. How could this heinous crime of rebellion be forgiven? It's not an exaggeration to kill all of them. They should be grateful to let them survive, and they don't need to give any special treatment.

　　 But he is very smart and will not raise objections at this time. He only needs to let these people be pardoned without sufficient credit, or let the pardoned people be those who sincerely regret and are willing to serve His Majesty.

　　 After leaving here, Gray did not return to the palace, but came to the military factory belonging to the army, and drew the design drawings of the **** and iron pick.

　　Don’t ask why there are no hoes here. They plow the land by a kind of rake, which is not a plow or a hoe.

Gray originally wanted to design the plow, but after thinking about it carefully, he found that he could not draw it. He only had a vague impression. Next time he went to another world, let someone else draw it or bring a prototype back to the blacksmiths for reference. .

　　 "Your Majesty, we will manufacture the two things you want as quickly as possible. We have never seen this thing. I am afraid it will take longer."

　　 "How long will it take?"

　　 "Three days?" The blacksmith said uncertainly, he was afraid that Gray was not satisfied with this time.

　　 "Okay, I'll give you three days, and I will check whether your work is up to standard in three days."

　　 Gray left after speaking. Although he wanted to increase iron ore output, there is no urgent need for iron ore now. There is no need to hurry up, as long as the task is arranged to ensure that this technology can appear.

　　 After they are proficient, they can send a few people to teach the folk blacksmiths and improve their productivity.