Terror Dragon, the smallest Dragon on Bok Island, breathes fire and is extremely curious!
Also, this Dragon is not even as big as a sea fish, so just one sea fish is enough to fill it up.
Hiccup fed it a whole sea fish directly, satisfying its innate greed, which was necessary to tame the Terror Dragon.
Afterward, he put the Terror Dragon into a rotating cage, where it ran forward continuously like a small white mouse, and the cage rotated with its running.
Using the principle of leverage, all the gears started to turn, and then the stainless steel gears that had just been made could be seen rotating.
Watching such sharp iron gears turning, everyone felt their scalps tingle, even having an uncontrollable urge to put their hands into them.
Hiccup threw the wood scraps directly into it, and almost in the blink of an eye, without even hearing a sound, they instantly turned into sawdust!
After collecting these wood chips, he put them into the next mold, then added other materials.
"Toothless! A fireball!"
"Roar~!"
Night Fury opened its mouth, and a blue-purple fireball flew directly to the location Hiccup had designated.
The flames instantly began to burn, and the container holding the sawdust and other materials started to bubble; while waiting, Hiccup began to make new rollers and long strip molds.
Everyone watched Hiccup busy with curiosity.
"What is Hiccup doing? Why put these things in a pot to cook, can they be eaten!?"
"It couldn't be for the Dragons to eat, could it!?"
"Would Dragons eat this stuff!? It really looks nauseating!"
The surrounding villagers were discussing in whispers, but Hiccup paid no attention to them at all, still making the molds to himself.
Finally, the mold was ready, and the wood pulp was also prepared; then he poured the wood pulp onto the rectangular mold, spread it evenly, and then said to Terrible Terror: "Breathe fire at this spot! Don't stop until I say so!"
Terrible Terror proudly raised its head, as if saying, "In the end, it still depends on me!"
After calculating the distance and temperature, Terrible Terror began to spray flames, and then, under Hiccup's command, evenly heated the rectangular mold.
"Stop!"
Terrible Terror quickly stopped its flames.
The villagers on the side saw Hiccup using Terrible Terror in such a way, and they instantly thought that they could also use this resource for grilling meat in the future.
This way, they wouldn't need wood anymore, which made them even more eager to own a Dragon of their own.
Finally, Hiccup rotated the best roller mold and directly rolled up the dried, original pulp-colored toilet paper.
Looking at the finished toilet paper in his hand, Hiccup suddenly felt a sense of happiness surge into his heart; he could finally solve his worries from now on.
No more using wool, parchment, or even clam shells as substitutes.
Stroking the relatively rough toilet paper in his hand, Hiccup was already very satisfied; although it was not as smooth as industrially produced toilet paper, it was enough to completely outperform the current environment.
And Astrid, who was following behind Hiccup, casually picked up an unrolled strip of toilet paper and said, "Is this a scarf!?"
As she spoke, she directly wrapped that strip of toilet paper around her neck.
Hiccup was speechless for a moment, and at the same time, he thought of his unbearable childhood; who among them didn't wrap toilet paper around their neck in childhood?
For a moment, Hiccup didn't know how to introduce this item to the villagers in front of him.
Just then, the Terror Dragon ate too much, ran too fast, and digested quickly; since it was trapped in the rotating cage and had reached its limit, it could only relieve itself on the spot.
After it finished, Hiccup said to the villagers, "This is called toilet paper, and this is how it's used!"
The Terror Dragon suddenly felt as if its rear end had been hit, but the soft touch made it forget to resist for a moment.
The villagers naturally understood the purpose of toilet paper, after all, this was a direct demonstration, not a drawing.
However, these villagers didn't think it was useful at all; instead, they laughed and said, "This is another useless invention!"
"Exactly, I usually just relieve myself directly in the sheepfold and grab a handful of wool to clean up!"
"What if I forget to bring it!? Am I supposed to go halfway, then stop and go back to get it!?"
Astrid immediately took the toilet paper from her neck and said with some disdain, "This, this is really unacceptable!"
Hiccup just smiled and didn't speak; how comfortable this thing was, they certainly wouldn't experience it if they hadn't used it.
He took away most of it himself, until he couldn't carry any more, and the rest was taken by some curious villagers.
Astrid also took a lot; although she expressed disdain for this item in words, for her, it was something Hiccup invented, and it had commemorative significance.
Everyone quickly dispersed, with the Terror Dragon following closely behind; Night Fury always tried to drive it away, but the Terror Dragon was too small and mischievous, directly hiding on Hiccup's shoulder.
Night Fury was completely helpless, and Hiccup was holding toilet paper in his arms, too busy to pay attention to either of them.
Upon returning to the wooden house, Hiccup carefully put away the toilet paper; if the Terror Dragon were to casually spit a mouthful of fire, his small wooden house would turn to ashes.
Now, the toilet paper problem was solved; as long as he had enough for himself, it was fine; those villagers all had their own living habits, and he was too lazy to bother with them.
As long as they didn't relieve themselves anywhere like those fools in Europe, or randomly dump feces on the street, it was fine.
And now the weather was getting colder, and the battle was approaching; the Dragon King Red Death in the volcanic Dragon Nest might awaken at any time, and then Night Fury would be summoned away.
Therefore, building warships was urgent, but he couldn't command these Vikings, and they were all waiting to ride Dragons across the ocean.
They might be even less willing to build warships, so he had to find a way to persuade these people.
Hiccup muttered to himself, "There are very few Dragons around Berk Island! Besides gentle Dragons like Timberjack Dragons, other Dragon species are very rare!"
They were either killed by the ancestors of Berk Island, or by passing Dragon hunters.
And the place with the most Dragons is only the Dragon Nest, but without warships, they can't go to the Dragon Nest!
This is simply unsolvable!
Just then, outside the wooden house, it suddenly became noisy, and Hiccup muttered to himself, "They wouldn't be coming to ask me for Dragons again, would they!?"
As soon as he stepped out of the wooden house, a Viking immediately shouted, "Hiccup, you're simply amazing!"
Hiccup: "?????"