Chapter 330: Chapter 220: On the Wrong Set
Tsk, do we really need to dig a sewer first?
The nearly catastrophic domestic sewage problem in the Lower City District, which was causing Dragonkin Rhodes immense distress, was, of course, not lost on David.
The overpowering stench even took the unsuspecting Dragons by surprise, causing them to involuntarily increase their flying altitude slightly.
This, of course, wasn’t a double standard.
Although Dragons, with their cloacas, often relieved themselves wherever they pleased outdoors, as magical creatures, their digestion was so efficient that everything passing through their systems was thoroughly extracted. For instance, the Crimson Calamity produced by Red Dragons was hoarded in batches by Elves, who barely processed it before using it as magical material.
Moreover, it wasn’t just a problem of hygiene but also a safety hazard, particularly concerning diseases.
In neighboring Blue Star, London’s sewer system construction didn’t begin until the 19th century, right after the cholera epidemic. Without that crisis, it likely would have been delayed until the 20th century.
In this world, the problems caused by diseases were even more numerous.
Evil Gods and Demons all cherished diseases; they virtually served as breeding grounds for summoning such entities.
But none of this was David’s primary concern. Purely as a transmigrator, and as a Dragon with a keen sense of smell, he simply couldn’t tolerate the daily sight of domestic wastewater flowing directly from the mud-paved alleyways into the harbor the moment he opened his eyes. It was unbearable to watch!
It was no different from living on top of a cesspool!
Fortunately for David, at least the Upper City of Port of Wallens still looked somewhat decent.
Although it also lacked sewers—or rather, the Lower City District served as its sewer—most of the residents here were merchants with some assets or Nobles from Luwalden.
So, every day, specialized horse-drawn carts went door-to-door collecting this domestic waste, dumping it all into the Lower City District. Scavengers there processed most of it before the remainder flowed into the sea.
However, after last night’s turmoil, David and the others would no longer witness such a typical scene of daily life.
The Port Governor of Wallens himself had led the flight, so how could the astute Nobles and merchants not follow suit? Those with boats at the port had fled by ship in the middle of the night. Consequently, the entire Upper City was virtually empty, a sight David found rather heart-wrenching.
But he also understood that with just under a hundred people at Alianna’s disposal, it was naturally impossible to blockade everyone. To be able to eradicate the underworld forces of a major port overnight demonstrated an organizational and executive capability that already somewhat astonished David.
It could only be said that she was worthy of her reputation as the Drow Matriarch’s former trusted right-hand woman. She must have planted moles for decades, just waiting for the day her behind-the-scenes master would come to inspect her work.
In some respects, this organizational ability was even a notch above that of Hiatt, whom he had assigned to manage the family assets in Barto Hell.
Regarding this, David could only sigh, reflecting that there was indeed specialization in every field. Those who had operated in the criminal underworld understood it best. Once brought to the legitimate side, they were even more ruthless when dealing with their old adversaries.
As most houses had become deserted and David already intended to level the area to build the Dragon Nest and Tokamak Fortress, he issued no further restrictive orders.
All at once, nearly twenty True Dragons, along with hundreds of draconic creatures, swooped down onto the rooftops of the Upper City in front of the Governor’s Mansion. Instantly, these Dragons, oblivious to their own immense weight, had trampled and collapsed an unknown number of buildings. Not only were the Dragons themselves startled, their scales standing on end, but they also terrified the wealthy merchants in the distance. These merchants, who hadn’t managed to flee due to delayed news, turned pale with fright.
Meanwhile, in front of the grandly adorned Governor’s Mansion, Lady Fremya, whom Alianna had captured during the night, was already waiting with her three elegantly dressed daughters and the household servants.
However, this lady, captured by the Drow, clearly hadn’t expected the mastermind behind them to be a Dragon—and a Red Dragon at that. Her already made-up face turned even paler. Despite trying to remain calm, her voice inevitably quivered with a hint of tears as she spoke:
"This... this formidable Dragon, Your Excellency, welcome. How should I address you?"
Heaven help her. When Lady Fremya had first been captured by Alianna and brought over, the Drow had scrutinized her with suggestive gazes, making her think she had caught the eye of one particular Drow.
Intimidated by the Drow’s infamous depravity, she had spent the entire night mentally preparing herself and her daughters.
Serving another woman? That is far better than falling into the hands of crude bandits or rioting commoners and being clubbed to death. But who could have imagined... the other party would turn out to be non-human...
And such a terrifying, giant Monster... The mere thought of some bizarre scene sent a wave of dizziness rushing to her head, born from the sheer terror of death and the unknown.
"Mama... I’m scared..." For a moment, the three noble girls of different ages, each with her own style, huddled together with their mother like frightened quails, while the maids in the distance began to sob uncontrollably.
It couldn’t be helped. Thanks to the irresponsible and sensationalist propaganda spread by unscrupulous Bards purely for attention, the image of Dragons—especially Red Dragons—as vicious creatures was deeply ingrained in people’s minds.
It was as if burning castles and kidnapping princesses were merely routine for them, and cannibalism was commonplace.
But for David, who had been in this world for fifty years, these were nothing but blatant slander and stereotyping.