Start a Dungeon

　　 "Are you awake, sir?" Maria, wearing a black tuxedo, walked in with a smile while pushing the dining car.

　　 "How do you feel? Is it better?"

　　 Watching Maria smile and shake the hangover soup from the dining car, Lott wrapped the quilt around his chest, took the small bowl she handed over, and asked in a daze, "I..."

　　 "You were drunk yesterday, do you remember?" Maria still smiled softly.

Hmm...a sense of sight of the dragon maid of the Kobayashi family, but Lot didn't think of this. Now he is more focused on the pile of broken armors on the ground that seem to be torn by monster claws. .

　　 He really likes this silver armor, at least it is much more comfortable to wear than the set of gold armor handed down from the ancestors that I threw before.

　　 "What's the matter?" Maria found Lott looking at the armor on the ground, and asked carefully: "Last night...what do you remember?"

　　 Lott thought for a moment, his consciousness was a little fuzzy, in short, it was still pitch black, two almond eyes with blue fire, the others were gone.

　　 "Forget." Lot shook his head, blowing the soup in his hands, then raised his head and drank slowly.

　　 "That's good." Maria's smile became stronger at this time. As long as the lord doesn't know, then anything can be done to his body, at least Maria thinks so.

　　 "Or an adult?"

　　...

　　 When Lott replaced the new gray armor and came to the Domain Hall, the goblins were already busy, and the front display showed 9600 people!

　　 However, because of the 600,000 energy used to build facilities yesterday, the energy reading at this time was 1.92 million—after the increase in the night plus the energy at the time of opening the door in the morning, this is the total amount now.

　　 "Good morning, sir." Vickers still greeted beside the throne as usual.

　　 "How's the situation?" Lott asked as he sat down on the chair.

　　 "Everything else is fine, but we don't know what to do at the racecourse. You went to bed early yesterday, so we can't bother."

　　 Lott was in a trance. Yesterday... it seemed that it was indeed about the racecourse, and finally it was interrupted.

"Oh, I see."

　　 Lott agreed, took the tablet, and began to draw the appearance of the Colosseum on it, but the inside looked like a large stadium.

　　 A circle of 15 tracks is used for horse racing, and the rectangular green area in the middle was originally intended to be used as an elf arena, but now the blood pressure of adventurers is generally a little high, so let's slow down.

　　 Now let it be used as a side show during the intermission, like a circus from outside.

　　 "What day is it today?" Lott subconsciously asked after handing over the concept map of the horse racing arena to the goblin, but then realized that this is a different world and there is a fart day of the week.

　　 Vickers looked up at him without surprise, and then a question mark on his face.

　　 "Well... it's the fifth day, so let's set today as Friday."

　　 Lott smiled and talked to the goblin from Monday to Sunday, especially emphasizing that Saturday and Sunday are days of rest.

　　 In other words, the day after tomorrow, there will be a broadcast, with the excuse that the monsters in the second district are suppressed on Saturday and Sunday, so they won’t come out. Those two days will be designated as rest days.

　　 Those who work can take a holiday, and those who do business can figure it out by themselves-there will be a lot of people shopping at that time, and there will be a lot of people shopping.

　　 Of course, if you don’t want to take a break and want to work overtime, you must be paid for overtime according to regulations, and everything is subject to their voice assistant prompts.

　　 Actually, Lot did not let the adventurers rest on Saturday, just set up a safe area near the portal for ordinary people to play.

　　 There are still monsters gathered in other places to facilitate adventurers to fight monsters to make money-mainly to avoid them having nothing to do and go to the racecourse. After all, that is also a place to stimulate emotions.

　　 Vickers looked at the concept map of the large arena in his hand, looked up and asked, "My lord, where is the venue good?"

　　 Lott suddenly felt a little troubled when he heard it.

He originally planned to put it directly in the color roll house. After all, he only needs to spend energy to expand the space inside. However, if the racecourse is calculated at 500,000 square meters-1 square kilometer = 1 million square meters = 100,000 points of energy , In other words, if the racecourse wants to expand inside the lottery house, it needs at least 50,000 energy.

　　 "If you put it outside and use the building materials we bought from humans to build a site of more than 500,000 square meters, how much energy will it take?" Lott asked.

　　 Vickers calculated it and replied: "It only costs 10,000."

　　The materials are all ready, and the energy only needs to be used to activate it after the construction is completed.

　　 Luo characteristically nodded, and the location of the horse racing arena is 300 meters away from the northwest of the commercial street.

　　 "Open a ‘well’-shaped street around the arena. You have to buy something after the horse race. Pokemon souvenirs are also concentrated there. After all, there will eventually be an elves arena."

　　 Vickers made a quick calculation, then looked up and asked: "What size do you require?"

　　 Lott drew a ‘well’ on the slab, with a circle in the middle representing the arena, and the surrounding bars representing the streets, each with a length of 600 meters.

　　 "Let it down today, notify the merchants to settle in, and reopen tomorrow."

　　 Vickers was silent for a while~www.NovelMTL.com~ and finally said: "All the facilities are set up, and the energy needs nearly 200,000 yuan. My lord, isn't the Scarab not doing it?"

　　 The current energy is 1.93 million, and if it is used up, it will have to return to 1.73 million. This is even wider than the Scarab’s R&D cost of 6 million...

　　 Lott smiled and said: "Don't worry, let the adventurers rest and replenish their spirits in the next two days. The Elf Arena will open next Monday, and that will be our harvest day."

　　 The harvesting of energy must be done step by step, without rushing.

　　 Although the energy is slowly rising every minute, it is still not more than it would be when the adventurer was beaten up.

　　Only after a period of intense stimulation, energy will explode. The side effect is of course high blood pressure, or other diseases caused by heartbeat and excessive mental excitement.

　　 Therefore, the pharmaceutical development of pharmaceutical factories is a top priority.

　　 Although the healing arts of the conjurers and the spells that eliminate negative states can have a healing effect, in the face of a huge base of adventurers, only a few hundred conjurers are just a drop in the bucket.

And ordinary people don’t have the luxury of asking a conjurer to come to see a doctor. What they can do is to buy some pills made by themselves from the pharmacist. In this world, the pharmacist also acts as a half doctor, but It can only be regarded as the kind of quack doctor, prescribing a prescription or something.

　　 After getting things done here, I have to go to the pharmaceutical company to check it out. First, I have to get Viagra and the special medicine for treating high blood pressure.

　　 "My lord, how do you set up the interior of Happy Valley?" Vickers asked.

　　 Lott gave a rough idea, as for the code name of the horse...

　　 "Just use the Knights of the Round Table."