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

Chapter 215: Chapter 162: Am I a Taciturn Black Dragon?_3

Just wait patiently, fishing requires patience.

With nothing better to do, Lance’s Grim Reaper’s Scythe flew out of the Diamond Talisman and dialed the number for the apprentice Grim Reaper, Skeletal Dragon Garcia’s, scythe.

He asked if Skeletal Dragon Garcia was interested in causing a ruckus in the area overseen by Hell Death God Solomon.

The Skeletal Dragon could stay in the present world or enter hell.

Lance wasn’t worried about the citizens of Saint Blue City or the extraordinary beings seeing him talk to the Skeletal Dragon; any images they saw would be twisted and switched by the mighty powers from hell.

The fearsome, skull-faced projection of Skeletal Dragon Garcia appeared, “My friend Lance, not long ago a Hell Grim Reaper contacted me. I was just about to greet that Hell Grim Reaper when he cut off the projection call.”

“He’s my so-called boss, Hell Death God Solomon, a second-level Grim Reaper who might become a third-level at any moment. I told him to contact you, but he mistakenly thought you had killed the apprentice Grim Reaper I’d signed up. When he found out you are the apprentice Grim Reaper I’d signed, he wanted to borrow you.”

“Borrow me? For what?”

“Borrow you to go to the Western Continent, which is Demon Race territory. Recently, hell’s business has expanded there, and some Grim Reapers have been transferred to take care of business on that side, but… there’s a minor netherworld in the Demon Race area, and the Demons are indifferent to hell, not recognizing it.

Conflicts erupt from time to time, and since Death God Solomon’s area includes a minor netherworld, he wants to borrow you to go there, pose as the ‘Evil Dragon Ghost King’ to seek out the minor netherworld, as well as cause trouble for hell, and then…”

Lance explained the reasons why Hell Death God Solomon wanted to borrow Skeletal Dragon Garcia.

“So, I wanted to ask if you’re interested in going to the area overseen by Hell Death God Solomon… to play the part of an Evil Dragon Ghost King, infiltrate the minor netherworld for fun.”

“I’m not interested.”

“What a pity.”

“What’s so pitiful?”

“Pitiful that you’ll miss out on the charming and seductive Female Demons, the cold and bloodthirsty Female Vampires, the wicked and cold-blooded Female Demons with wings, the harpies, and Medusa the Gorgon. Death God Solomon says… his area is mostly populated by these kinds of Evil Spirits.

There are also considerable bounties and rewards from hell after the job, but never mind, you probably don’t care about these. I’ll ask the other apprentice Grim Reapers if they’re interested.”

“My friend…”

“What’s up?”

“What am I?”

“A Skeletal Dragon.”

“Right, I’m a Skeletal Dragon, all bones from top to bottom. You try to tempt me with these evil female spirits… Do you think it’ll work?”

“…”

Darn, he’d forgotten about that.

He’d been so fixated on Dragons being lustful that he forgot Garcia was a Skeletal Dragon.

Seduction really didn’t work on a Skeletal Dragon.

A blunder indeed.

“No….”

“You’re wrong, my friend, it does matter. Even though I’ve become a Skeletal Dragon, I’m still very interested in those lovely female Evil Spirits. I agree, send me the coordinates of Hell Death God Solomon. After I get things in order, I’ll take my followers there in a few days to become an ‘Evil Dragon Ghost King.’

I want to make all the female Evil Spirits in that area my followers. Remember, my friend Lance, in this world… there’s no Dragon that isn’t lustful.”

“I think… not all Dragons are lustful.”

“The Dragons that aren’t lustful… are all closet perverts.”

“…..”

Lance fell into deep thought. Was he, this Black Dragon… a closet pervert Black Dragon?

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Clearly, he wasn’t.

He wasn’t a sulky Black Dragon.

He was an elegant, scholarly, and witty Black Dragon.

“Garcia, have you heard of ‘The Lost Golden City’?”

“Never. If I had, The Lost Golden City would have already become my Golden City.”

Makes sense.

Being greedy, if Garcia knew about The Lost Golden City, he would definitely lead his kin to attack it and claim it for themselves.

After a bit of back and forth with Garcia, Lance took a sip of white wine and shut off the projection.

No fish were biting.

Lance suspected that the squids had stolen the fish, and decided to take a look when spring thawed the ice.

Thunder Dragon Erinna, holding the “Sword Scripture,” leaned against a big tree, watching the Human Viscount fishing in the center of the lake.

He really did enjoy fishing, come rain or snow.

In the rain, he’d row to the center of the lake to fish.

In the snow, he’d drill a hole through the ice, sit on a chair, and fish. When he got cold, he’d take a swig of liquor to warm up, then continue fishing.

It was comfortable and leisurely.

Of all the human nobility she had seen, this Human Viscount was the best at enjoying life.

Interested neither in power nor profit, he didn’t think about oppressing his subjects or giving them arbitrary tasks.

He didn’t care about politics, military power, taxation, and he maintained an unusually harmonious relationship with his subjects.

Even building a temple to the Dragon God gained the deity’s approval.

How had this lazy Human Viscount managed that?

Oh, he saw her and was waving.

Erinna also raised her hand holding the “Sword Scripture” and waved back to the Human Viscount.

She hadn’t expected to meet such an interesting and mysterious human in the Human World. When Dragon Island returned and the other female dragons visited Saint Blue… perhaps they’d be charmed by the Human Viscount.

She needed to warn the Human Viscount to be careful; some hot-tempered female dragons, upon finding a human they fancied, might just snatch him away.

It was possible that the Human Viscount… might encounter such a female dragon.

About an hour had passed, and it looked like the Human Viscount, this fishing enthusiast, wouldn’t have any luck today.

Erinna turned and headed back to the Dragon God Temple.

That evening, Lance invited the members of the Bronze Guild to dine in the largest restaurant in Saint Blue City. After a hearty meal, he looked at the bill: one hundred and three Holy Gold coins…@@novelbin@@

Lance was tempted to have rabbit-eared Meredith and the members of the Bronze Guild work off their debt with some under-the-table labor in the restaurant…

“Elder, there’s been a change of plans. We have to leave tomorrow. After we complete this bounty task, we’ll come back and have a good time in Saint Blue.”

“???”

Setting a flag?

These unlucky kids might not make it back….

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