Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress Chapter 109 When My Black Dragon Friend Grew Old.. and His H

Having written so much Dragon Script, how co it's only just over two hundred words?

Evil Dragon had asked her to write a short essay of nearly five hundred words.

The Young Dragon nibbled on the end of her pen, swishing her tail back and forth, as she continued crafting her short essay. If she didn't complete the howork assigned by Evil Dragon, there'd be no pocket money for her next month.

She had perford well in July and received a "Three Goods Young Dragon" silver award. At the beginning of this month, Evil Dragon gave her thirty Nuojin as pocket money.

If she could win a "Five Goods Young Dragon" gold award in August, her pocket money could perhaps increase to sixty Gold Coins next month.

Evil Dragon was done with his busy work and had returned.

"Is your howork finished?"

"I just finished not long ago, here you go."

The Young Dragon handed her completed howork to Evil Dragon for him to check.

I have a Black Dragon friend, she thought. Evil Dragon shouldn't get angry at that sentence, right?

Lance took the Young Dragon's essay book, admiring the essay written by his own Dragon Whelp.

I have a Black Dragon friend?

Changing this sentence to I have a "Black Dragon Dad" would be better, just a minor flaw, not a big problem.

In the Human World, isn't there a saying that to truly understand a child and enter their inner world, you must first beco friends with the child?

To be both a child's father and his best friend.

That's sowhat off-topic.

The beginning is all right, but there's a part in the middle that's sowhat disrespectful to her "Black Dragon friend".

For example, this sentence: "When I grow up, I want to teach my Black Dragon friend how to date."

He's a full-grown Black Dragon, does he really need a Young Dragon teaching him how to date?

The Dragon Whelp herself has never dated but thinks she can teach him, it's a bit condescending to her "Black Dragon friend", and overestimates herself as a minor Dragon.

The following sections are well written, for example: When my Black Dragon friend gets older, I will take him to see the golden sea, accompany him fishing, and buy him bait.

If possible, I hope my Black Dragon friend will not get senile dentia when he's old, otherwise, I'm worried he might use as bait...

When my Black Dragon friend gets old... his hair turns white... his thoughts beco murky...

He'll doze off by the fireside, and I'll recite poems beside him.

These two sentences are well copied.

At the end... I sincerely hope my Black Dragon friend can have a happy and harmonious family.

After finishing the essay written by the Dragon Whelp, Lance thought it was not bad, it showed progress, and those books she had read over the past half month had not been in vain.

This essay surely deserves a grade of "Excellent" for the Dragon Whelp.

"This essay could win a 'Silver Award'. Later, I'll tear out this page, fra it, and hang it in the study. Tomorrow, I'll give you a pure silver 'Excellent Essay' award.

There are so typos here, I'll show you the correct way to write these Dragon Script characters."

The Young Dragon leaned in closely, earnestly observing Evil Dragon correcting the mistakes. Oh... so strokes were missing. It's understandable... Dragon Script is much more complex than Human World's writing.

The fact that she could write it at all is quite an accomplishnt.

"Also, your handwriting is a bit ugly. I'll give you a few calligraphy books; practice when you have ti."

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She is, after all, a student of the Imperial Capital Academy, and her foundation in writing is quite strong. Why is it that in front of Evil Dragon... her handwriting turned ugly?

Calligraphy books...

Why does Evil Dragon even have calligraphy books?

Aren't calligraphy books exclusive to the Human World?

Well, fine then.

After writing an essay, starting tonight, she has an additional subject for her howork: calligraphy.

Bumping into Turtle, studying Dragon Script in dreams, reading books for two hours every day, and now calligraphy.

That's four subjects now.

The dream she had the day she was caught by Evil Dragon, she just ntioned it casually, she didn't actually want to beco an outstanding Evil Dragon.

Of course, becoming the Emperor was a dream she took seriously.

"Have you practiced Health Cultivation Skill yet?"

"I did, I practiced Health Cultivation Skill before starting the howork."

The Young Dragon blinked her clear, bright eyes without a hint of guilt. Evil Dragon wasn't at the Dragon Nest, so if she said she had practiced, could Evil Dragon accuse her of lying?

Accusations of lying require evidence.

"Then practice it again, you're going to do an extra session tonight."

"What???!!!"

Darn it!

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The crafty Evil Dragon didn't even give her a chance to argue and directly told her to do extra practice.

When will she be able to outsmart Evil Dragon intellectually?

Evil Dragon Lance, smiling, lightly tapped the Young Dragon's head with the essay book.

You're learning to cut corners, you little rascal.

Obediently, the Young Dragon got up and followed Evil Dragon to practice Health Cultivation Skill.

After practicing Health Cultivation Skill and resting for a while, the Young Dragon went back to her sleeping spot, laid down, and started to drift into sleepiness.

Evil Dragon took her essay to the study, frad that page, and hung it on the sa wall as the painting she had given him before.

Having hung it up, Evil Dragon stepped back a few paces, cradling his Dragon Claw, and nodded with satisfaction.

Why does it feel like Evil Dragon is sowhat pleased with both her painting and her essay?

It proved her progress.

Tomorrow, she would be able to receive the Silver Award Certificate for "Outstanding Composition" issued by the Evil Dragon.

I'm off to sleep... Hoping to get a Gold Award Certificate by the end of the month.

Then I can go back to the Imperial Capital and show off to Eva and that stinky elder princess sister.

A young dragon recognized by the Evil Dragon, just ask them if she's aweso or not, impressive or not.

With dreams of a bright future, the young dragon fell asleep.

The Evil Dragon hadn't gone to bed yet; he was looking at the portraits hanging on the walls of the study.

Sophia's portrait was up there too.

Besides that night when Sophia's portrait ca to life for a mont, it had been quiet during this period.

It seed like Sophia's portrait coming to life required a dium.

And the dium might be a Valkyrie Statue.

If the Valkyrie happened to rember that she could chat with her old friend through the portrait, she might bring Sophia's portrait back to life now and then.

The money Sophia owed him seed irrecoverable, the debts of others... who knew if there was still a chance to collect them.

The eight dwarfs who had once forged a Holy Sword together.

The handso and dashing Elven Sharpshooter who could shoot through a hundred paces.

The ugly and ferocious five-eyed demon who kept losing money at cards even when cheating.

"Raising whelps costs a pretty penny; maybe I'll have a chat with you guys soon, hope you won't be as incompetent as Sophia... dying so miserably."

Luckily these guys' portraits were in color, if they had been in black and white... that would've been sowhat creepy.

Babbling at these portraits every day... they still hadn't spawned any Picture Spirits.

Was it his artistic skills that were lacking?

Or were these guys portrayed so pathetically that they couldn't even produce a "Spirit"?

Lance went off to sleep, generally speaking, he didn't stay up late without good reason.

Tomorrow he was going to take the dragon whelp to see the fiefdom.

The dragon whelp wanted to be an emperor, right?

What if upon reaching the fiefdom, the whelp inherited his title?

Let her experience what it's like to be a lord for a start.

The Squid Lady must co too.

The dragon whelp had a sweet tooth; without the Squid Lady, all the little snacks he made for the whelp could probably be gobbled up by her.

At dusk, he asked the dragon whelp to educate the Squid Lady about so precautions of the Human World and how to earn a living there.

The young dragon was very earnest in her teaching, and the Squid Lady listened with equal seriousness.

Considering how intently she listened, the Squid Lady should at least know a bit about life in the Human World now.

Lance recalled the scene when he first took the Squid Lady to Lionheart City.

The first ti to the Human World, she was put in a bag by him, hung up on a beam. When they left, he noticed two notches on the beam... The Squid Lady had nibbled on the beam...

When they went to the City Lord's Mansion, the Squid Lady circled around the maids like a caterpillar and, when he wasn't watching, climbed onto a maid's back and almost took a bite out of her head.

The citizens of the fiefdom probably had never tasted octopus balls; when the Squid Lady went there, she could set up a stall to sell them, she could make money, and the citizens could enjoy the taste of seafood.

A mutual benefit for all.

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Black Dragon Calendar, year 3455, August 5th, clear skies.

Under the guidance of Olienna, Young Dragon Lucia followed the Evil Dragon to a city in Moss Province of the Red Maple Kingdom, nad Saint Blue City.

Accompanying them was the Squid Lady, Joanna.

The Evil Dragon said Joanna was her first friend, and if she wanted to invite Joanna to play in the fief, she could bring Joanna along.

Thinking about Joanna helping her sell octopus balls at the stall, she invited Joanna.

Evil Dragon's fief... was not quite what Young Dragon Lucia had imagined.

The environnt was lovely, with mountains and plains, the air fragrant with flowers and plants, and roadsides brimming with a variety of colorful flora.

Not far away was a clear river winding its way towards Saint Blue City...

On the smooth lawns, one could occasionally spot cattle and sheep...

And frolicking puppies...

Er Gouzi would probably like it here; tomorrow when she ca, she'd ask the Evil Dragon if Er Gouzi could be brought over...

She could help the Evil Dragon walk the dog and play Frisbee with Er Gouzi on the lawn.

Bring Turtle too, to let it see the Evil Dragon's fief...

She just wondered if the Evil Dragon would agree.

He should... probably...

Lance looked at the familiar yet strange fiefdom, slightly astonished; these fellows... had brought to life every landscape from his paintings...

In his imagination, this was how the fiefdom should have developed.

Nestled against mountains with rivers nearby... with scenery as beautiful as a painting...

"My lord Viscount, we have brought out the fief you envisioned in the paintings... the daughter of King McDonna was chard when she visited... The new princess... she should be waiting for you in Saint Blue City...

"Would you like to et the new princess in Saint Blue City first? Also... my lord Viscount, in front of the new princess, it would be best if you don't offer her any tea.

"The new princess has a traumatic association with tea."

"There's a girl who doesn't like tea?"

"Ahem... my lord Viscount... it's because the new princess fears encountering 'Sleeping Tea'..."

The young dragon thought of the recent "Loud Conspiracy" incident caused by the Evil Dragon...