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

Chapter 350: Chapter 224: Work, Lord Black Dragon!

Steal during a spare moment?

The Young Dragon was dumbfounded. For the Evil Dragon, gathering a million Gold Coins in a short time was indeed not a difficult task.

However, judging by the nature of the Evil Dragon, he surely wouldn’t rob the Human World for a mere million Gold Coins — it must have been an offhand remark.

“Ah? Robbery? That’s not acceptable! Viscount Sir, you are now a duke, ruling over a duchy. How could you stoop to robbery, an act unbefitting your status? If you intend to rob, we would rather opt for warfare to resolve this financial crisis!”

Tixia stood up and objected, trying to stop the actions of her own Viscount. What joke was this? The Duke of the Holy Blue Duchy engaging in acts unbecoming of his station?

If it truly came to the point of needing to rob, they would do the dirty work themselves.

There must be no stain on the Viscount’s honor!

“Don’t get worked up, I was just speaking off the cuff.”

Lance said with a smile, lightly patting Tixia’s shoulder, “How much longer can Saint Blue’s finances hold up?”

“Half a month. Aside from our Holy Blue Province, the finances of the other seven provinces are all at a loss.”

“What if we had another two hundred thousand Gold Coins? How long could we last?”

“One month would be no problem, Viscount Sir. Saint Blue’s situation temporarily requires your presence. Could you possibly refrain from leaving Saint Blue for the time being? Once we’re past this crisis, you can go traveling with the little Highness. Would that be acceptable?”

“Don’t stress yourselves. You’re doing well. The governance of Saint Blue will still be fully managed by you; I won’t interfere. I’ll just bring the Dragon Whelp with me to earn money and support Saint Blue.”

“Viscount Sir, but…”

“There are no buts. It’s settled.”

Stay in Saint Blue to handle government affairs?

Forget it, going out to earn money was far more comfortable than dealing with government work in Saint Blue.

“Alright then, you and Leia, drink one bag of the Magic Potion I sent you earlier, and get a good sleep right here. Wake up and then go back to work. No objections, it’s an order.”

Leia sat on the couch, staring blankly at Lance.

In the past, she couldn’t understand why the citizens and officials of Saint Blue trusted, revered, and even deified their Viscount so much.

Now she knew.

A complete delegation of power led to a financial crisis in Saint Blue.

Other lords, faced with such circumstances, would surely have been furious, reclaiming power, even ordering the execution of some officials.

But what about Lance?

When a financial crisis arose, he did not punish or scold Tixia, nor did he suspect her, a member of the former royal family, of sabotaging operations from the shadows.

Upon seeing them, his first instruction was for them to take care of their health. As for the financial crisis, his initial thought was astonishingly to take the Young Dragon out to work and earn money!

The key point was, even with such problems, he still dared to delegate authority to Tixia.

If it were her, she simply couldn’t do the same.

Lance… he indeed possessed a strange and compelling charisma.

Leia felt grateful for her decision made last year. She had not made an enemy of such a man but chose to serve him instead.

Once Saint Blue overcame this crisis, its citizens would unquestionably place him upon the throne of a king.

And she would willingly serve this future King of Holy Blue.

“What are you staring at? Drink your potion.”

“Oh.”

Leia opened two bags of the potion, handing one to Tixia and then gulping down her own.

After consuming the Magic Potion, she suddenly felt drowsy. Resting on the couch, she fell asleep.

Tixia did the same.

Seeing the two asleep, Lance asked Ingrid to cover them with a light blanket. He sat on the couch, sipping his red tea by himself.

Ah, he had never dreamed that getting a promotion would mean going out to work.

The Dragon Whelp would have to endure some hardship.

First, he needed to borrow some money from Andre and Silvia.

At noon, Lance sent a message to Andre and Silvia.

In the afternoon, Lance received valuables worth two hundred thousand Gold Coins.

Borrowing one hundred thousand Gold Coins from each; this amount was just right, ensuring they wouldn’t be overburdened.

“Borrowing a million Gold Coins would reduce Golden City’s coffers by half, and Andre still has to maintain his troops.”

“It’s uncertain whether Red Dragon City could even produce that many Gold Coins in the first place.”

When the two hundred thousand Gold Coins hit his account, Lance reluctantly transferred them to Tixia.

He hadn’t been this wealthy since his days as a corrupt official.

“Dragon Whelp, we’re having a nice dinner tonight, and tomorrow we hit the road.”

“Hit the road?” The Young Dragon felt nervous, “You’re not… Lance, you’re not seriously expecting me to set up a stall and earn money, are you? A million… no, eight hundred thousand… eight hundred thousand Gold Coins… Even if I grilled all the squid lady’s tentacles, I couldn’t make that much in a year.”

“It’s definitely impossible to earn that much money from ordinary people in a short period, so we’ll aim to earn from the extraordinary ones, nobility, and those tycoons.”

“Even so, it would be very difficult to earn that much by me running a stall.”

“We’re not setting up a stall, this time we’re selling luxury goods.”

“What luxury goods are we selling?”

“You’ll know when the time comes.”

Lance smiled and patted the Dragon Whelp on its head; Magic Potions, source force items, all counted as luxury goods.

Black Dragon Calendar 3456, May 3rd, clear skies.

At dawn, the Dragon Whelp, with a backpack, followed Lance through Saint Blue City, leaving Saint Blue.

That very morning, the citizens of Saint Blue City suddenly heard some sad news.

Due to a financial crisis, the viscount and the Dragon Whelp left Saint Blue early this morning to go out and work to earn money…

Some citizens thought about the little dragon carrying a backpack, originally assuming it was going out to play with the viscount, not realizing they were leaving Saint Blue to work…

It was the second time…

This was the second time the viscount left his home for the sake of Saint Blue…

The news of the Duke of Saint Blue going out to earn money quickly spread to the other seven provinces of Holy Blue.

If the news had come from other provinces, people from the seven provinces of Holy Blue wouldn’t have believed it.

Because it was the viscount of Saint Blue, the man who left to make a living for his subjects, who had really left Saint Blue before, and it had been for several years at a time…

…….

Black Dragon Calendar 3456, May 15th, night.

The Young Dragon walked along the brightly lit streets, curiously taking in the magical urban nightscape.

The shops lined on both sides of the street twinkled with neon lights in a multitude of colors, and the names of the shops looked weird as well.

What surprised the Young Dragon even more was that not only humans operated shops here, but other races as well.@@novelbin@@

The Dwarf Tribe’s weapon shop.

The Elf Race’s healing spa.

The Beast-eared Lady’s café.

There were also pharmacies filled with various bottles and jars.

There was even a Night Elf with dark skin running a shop!

The shop run by the Night Elf… was a martial arts dojo… teaching stealth, assassination, disguise…

After glancing at the shops on both sides of the street a few times, the Young Dragon’s gaze fell to the street itself, where occasionally, some strange vehicles and some fierce-looking giant source beasts could be seen.

Above the street, strange source force flyers occasionally zipped by, as well as some riding flying source beasts.

There were even ancient wizards riding brooms.

This city was bizarre yet harmonious.

“Travelers from afar, welcome to Alchemical City. Remember to stop by the City Hall to get your residence permit or temporary residence permit.”

Above the city, such a message would flash by from time to time.

The Young Dragon, dressed in loose jeans and a leather jacket, with a brown felt hat on its head, stopped when it saw the words above the city and turned to look back at Lance.

“Lance… It seems we need to head to City Hall to get a residence permit, or a temporary one. And… are we going home tonight, or should we find a hotel or rent a place to stay?”

“A residence permit? What for? I’m an honored citizen of Alchemical City and I have a house here.”

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