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

Chapter 309: Chapter 205: Red Dragon Lance, How Did You Turn Into a Black Dragon?_2

I know you’re a dog, but is it really okay to behave like one that loves licking legs?

“I refuse. I can’t just watch Lord Lance’s beloved dog… turn into a bootlicker.”

“???”

Bootlicker?

Why does it feel like… an insult when this word comes from the mouth of the little skeleton giant?

The young dragon also feels that the term “bootlicker” doesn’t sound very nice.

But Sylvie’s description was quite apt.

Sylvie picked up the teapot from the stone table and walked over to the faucet to fill it with water.

The water from the faucet was Mountain Spring Water, specially used by Lord Lance for making tea; the water’s source was protected by an enchantment.

To keep the Mountain Spring Water from being contaminated, an enchantment was specifically set up.

The creatures of the Red Dragon Mountain Range were aware of this and also protected the spring water.

The young dragon squatted opposite the dog, took Turtle off its head, and set Turtle on the stone table.

Turtle was languid and listless, glancing at its surroundings before closing its eyes again, longing for sleep.

As for the story of Evil Dragon Lance, the Evil Dragon had been following Lance since it was a young dragon.

The Evil Dragon knew too many of Lance’s secrets.

Unfortunately, it had revealed its secret of being able to talk.

Fortunately, it seemed that Evil Dragon Lance didn’t care much about the talking part.

It must trust it not to reveal his secrets.

Listening to the stories of the Evil Dragon is not as good as sleeping.

The little skeleton giant, Sylvie, took his usual seat and began to tell the young dragon the story of Lord Lance.

He had gained consciousness after being dug out of the ground by Lord Lance, and he started the story from when he was excavated.

The charcoal in the stove burned to life, and the temperature of the water in the teapot began to rise slowly.

“The story of me and Lord Lance dates back to the year he dug me out. That year, I lay deep underground, while Lord Lance soared the skies. If he hadn’t chosen this mountain range as his abode back then…

I might still be buried deep. That night, under the clear moon and sparse stars, a Red Dragon descended from the heavens with a copper compass, pacing back and forth in this area, muttering to himself….”

The young dragon thought Sylvie would quickly finish the story of the Evil Dragon in Red Dragon City.

Yet even after drinking so much tea that its belly swelled up, Sylvie had only gotten to the part where the Evil Dragon took out a shovel and began digging a foundation….

By the time he got to the point where the Evil Dragon was about to dig him out, it was already past three in the morning….

She began to feel drowsy as Sylvie reached the part where he was unearthed by the Evil Dragon.

The young dragon glanced at the dog — it had already fallen asleep on the stone table.

So regretful.

Had she known Sylvie’s storytelling progressed at such a glacial pace, she would have never asked him to tell a story.

What to do?

Hard to keep my eyes open, wanting to doze off….

If I fall asleep now, isn’t that a bit disrespectful to Sylvie?

Just hold on a little longer.

Several minutes later, the young dragon began to nod off intermittently.

Her consciousness grew fuzzy, and Sylvie’s voice became a lullaby.

As for what Sylvie was talking about, she could only catch snippets as time went by, resting her chin on her claws, succumbing to a deep slumber….

Sylvie, who was still wide awake and moistening his throat with tea, inadvertently saw the young dragon sleeping soundly with her chin propped on her claws and smiled subtly.

How did she fall asleep?

Just as he was getting to the exciting part where Lord Lance outwitted the City of All, making its City Lord work for him, the little dragon fell asleep….

She must be tired from being active all day.

Let the little dragon sleep. When she wakes up, I’ll continue the story. I’m not busy these days, anyway.

Sylvie stood up and went to wash the tea set.

After washing the tea set, he took it inside the house.

He placed the tea set on the stone table, fearing the dog, and possibly the young dragon, might change their sleeping positions and accidentally knock the tea set to the ground.

Oh, and there’s Turtle.

To prevent Turtle from being crushed, Sylvie thoughtfully picked up Turtle and placed it on the young dragon’s head before leaving the courtyard.

During this, Turtle opened its eyes to look at Sylvie, saw that he was only placing it on the young dragon’s head, and closed its eyes to continue sleeping.

Sylvie left the courtyard.

…..

Black Dragon Calendar 3456, March 29, clear.

Peacock City’s City Lord’s Mansion.

A bird-headed humanoid guard knocked at Lance’s door.

The Queen had sent him to wake up the First City Master of Red Dragon City, then lead him to the main hall of the City Lord’s Mansion.

Early that morning, a human had appeared in Peacock City and had specifically asked to see the Queen, claiming his name was Reg.

He was an elf and also a teammate of that human girl.

The human girl owed the Queen money.

“Who is it? Who dares to disrupt my cultivation so early in the morning?”@@novelbin@@

Inside the house, Lance yawned and got out of bed, walked to the door, and opened it.

“You, you, you… who are you?!!!”

“Red Dragon Lance.”

“???”

Fear flashed in the eyes of the bird-headed sentinel, “Lord Red Dragon Lance is supposed to be red… but you… you’re black… not red…”

Lance became fully alert.

He looked down at himself, ah, he had forgotten to wear his Dragon Scale Robe.

He had taken off the robe to sleep last night…

No problem.

“Don’t make a fuss; I turned this color because of your Queen. Last night she ambushed me… and burned me black….

Wait for me, I’ll clean up and be right out.”

Lance closed his door, laid back on his bed for nearly half an hour, then got up and put on the Dragon Scale Robe that hung on the clothes rack.

He had become too comfortable lately and wasn’t very vigilant about his disguise.

Upon opening the door again, the bird-headed sentinel was still there.

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