Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress

Chapter 214: Chapter 162: Am I a Taciturn Black Dragon?_2

Perhaps it was because of this reason that the members of the Bronze Guild had over the years been able to carry out their missions with thrills but no real danger, suffering at most minor injuries.

The time the guild members sustained the worst injuries were Louis, Dalton, and Bazel.

The trio had underestimated the Sword Intent Scroll gifted by old man Lance, resulting in accidental injuries by the scroll…

“Old man, as the Count of Saint Blue, why on earth are you setting up a stall? The taxes from Saint Blue should be enough to support you and His Highness the Young Dragon.”

“The taxes of Saint Blue are for the development of Saint Blue. If I were to use Saint Blue’s taxes to support myself and the dragon whelp, what would be the difference between me and that corrupt official mentioned in the bounty tasks?”

“There’s still a difference. The bit you’d embezzle… Wouldn’t even lay the foundation of Golden City…”

Irrefutable.

“Go have a look around Saint Blue, and come find me at the Earl’s Mansion tonight. I’ll treat you to dinner.”

“Are you treating us to a restaurant meal?”

“I’m treating you to a meal I cook.”

“…”

Louis, Bazel, and Dalton immediately lost interest. The meals cooked by the old man were medicinal dishes; they tasted alright… but they still wanted to dine at luxurious restaurants in Saint Blue City…

Sigh… It seems they would have to eat the medicinal meals prepared by the old man tonight…

That’s not too bad, a bit of nourishment to restore their energy. In a few days, when they arrived at The Lost Golden City, they would be ready for a big fight.

Louis, Bazel, and Dalton had gone to find the Young Dragon. The three had once set up a stall with the Young Dragon in Lionheart City of Norton Kingdom and were quite familiar with the little dragon.

They also prepared gifts for the Young Dragon.

Dragons like gold and jewels, so if the bounty tasks mentioning The Lost Golden City were true and it was really made of gold, then they would see if they could move the golden gates of Golden City.

If they could move them, they’d gift one gate to old man Lance and one to the Young Dragon.

Or perhaps they would let old man Lance and the Young Dragon share one golden gate.

The other golden gate would belong to the members of the Bronze Bounty Guild.

The rabbit-eared girl Meredith stood in front of the cabin window and chatted with Lance for a bit, then said goodbye to Lance and went to find the Young Dragon. She, too, had prepared a gift for the dragon whelp Lance had picked up.

Her gift for the Young Dragon was a gold bracelet. She initially wanted to buy a gold necklace but found it was beyond her budget…

So she had to substitute the gold necklace for a gold bracelet.

When she arrived at The Lost Golden City, she’d see if she could saw off a piece of scrap gold from the city. If possible, she would make a gold bangle for the Young Dragon upon her return.

Some Saint Blue City residents passing by the square saw the Young Dragon of the Viscount’s family surrounded by a group of out-of-towners and stopped to watch from a distance.

Noticing that they seemed to know the Viscount and even called him ‘old man,’ the residents then left.

The Viscount occasionally appearing in the city was no longer cause for surprise; after all, the Viscount was sometimes seen wandering the rural paths with a stick draped in canvas.@@novelbin@@

When encountering sick children, he would offer treatment.

As for the elderly having trouble with their legs, in a short while, the villagers would find many new wheelchairs appearing in the village squares.

For the elderly to use for getting around.

And then, the rumors spread… they turned into “The Viscount of Saint Blue City randomly appearing outside the city.”

Those who encountered the randomly appearing Viscount outside were said to be lucky.

Some extraordinary individuals from the city, before going out on missions, would visit the outskirts of Saint Blue City to try their luck, hoping to meet the randomly appearing Viscount who could bring them good fortune.

It was said that, earlier in the year, some exceptionally fortunate extraordinaries had indeed encountered the randomly appearing Viscount outside the city. After returning from their missions, they told their companions how smoothly everything had gone.

Though occasionally one of their team members would suffer an unwarranted misfortune.

And here’s where things got outrageous… in the mouths of the extraordinaries in the city, it slowly became “The Viscount would randomly sacrifice one companion’s luck.”

The tales about the Viscount were growing in number and becoming more and more absurd by the day.

Even spreading to several neighboring towns and cities.

Lance packed up his stall.

The cabin was taken down.

The desserts, cakes, and medicinal drinks sold a bit, but most were consumed by the members of the Bronze Guild.

The Extraordinary Elixirs he mixed didn’t sell a single bottle; the rascals from the Bronze Guild had grabbed them all.

Having just arrived in Saint Blue, rabbit-eared girl Meredith and the others had briefly interacted with old man Lance. In front of the old man himself, they had whisked away his dragon whelp, having the whelp take them around Saint Blue City and its outskirts.

Lance was reassured with the dragon whelp following them.

As long as they didn’t leave Saint Blue, the dragon whelp would be in no danger.

Without the dragon whelp by his side, taking care of ingredients for the meal… he might as well forget about preparing it. For twenty-seven people, how long would he have to cook all by himself?

Maybe he should get a large iron pot and whip up a big pot of mixed stir-fry to go with rice?

That’s troublesome too. Better to find a restaurant and treat them to a good meal.

It saves time, worries, and effort.

Lance headed to the lake not far from the Dragon God Temple.

In this weather, going to the middle of the lake to drill a hole and fish for a while was quite a pleasant activity.

Once at the center of the frozen lake, he lightly poked the thick ice with his finger, and a fishing hole instantly formed.

He took out his fishing gear, brought over a stool, and pulled out a jug filled with white liquor. Settling down, he began to fish.

He forgot to prepare a fishing spot, but it wasn’t a big problem. He poured half a gourd of white liquor into the ice hole, tossed in some finely chopped bait, and soon enough, big fish would be attracted.

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