Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress Chapter 331: 214 Human, beware I ask the Divine King to stri

Chapter 331: Chapter 214 Human, beware I ask the Divine King to strip you of your Spirit Summoner status.

Andre’s ascent to the status of a Hell First-level Reaper wasn’t solely due to his ntor; Andre was exceptional in his own right.

Making contracts with demons, he had a group of elite infernal soldiers and generals, all seasoned warriors.

In his previous life, he was even the King of Ande Kingdom, favored to so extent by fortune.

With such an identity coupled with the power base he’d built himself, Hell would surely seek to appease Andre, provided they weren’t hell-bent on pursuing his transgressions.

For Andre, the position of a Hell First-level Reaper was rely a new beginning, given ti, he was bound to rise to a higher rank among the Reapers.

Look at his royal sister Elusha; he had maneuvered for her as well. Why was Princess Elusha rely an Intern Reaper?

Whereas Andre was a Hell First-level Reaper?

Because Hell considered Andre to be much stronger than Elusha by more than a re trifle.

He wouldn’t arrogantly erase Andre’s accomplishnts or shalessly claim all the credit for Andre becoming a Hell First-level Reaper to showcase his own strength or connections.

If Andre wasn’t competent and powerful enough, his own status as an Intern Reaper wouldn’t suffice to propel Andre to the divine position of a Hell First-level Reaper.

Illya was a Fallen Heroic Spirit, possessing Innate Divine Strength. Having not seen her for over a thousand years, her power was undoubtedly much greater than before.

For soone of her stature, becoming a First-level Reaper in Hell was far less appealing than living freely as a Heroic Spirit in the Divine Realm.

Moreover, it was uncertain whether Hell would pardon her transgressions.

Death God Solomon likely couldn’t help, as the Hell Reaper Illya had offended this ti was a Third-level Reaper.

Solomon, lacking ambition, was now only a Second-level Reaper.

He could ask Solomon for assistance in negotiating with Hell’s higher-ups, but he dared not guarantee success.

Even if Hell were to forgive Illya, the Divine Realm of Heroic Spirits would likely continue their pursuit.

Quite difficult, indeed.

Aiding Illya would an their Sunlight Squad directly confronting both Hell and the Heroic Spirits of the Divine Realm.

The awkward truth is that he was not only a mber of the Sunlight Squad but also a Hell Intern Reaper who could anyti beco a full Hell First-level Reaper based on strength.

When Hell Reapers in pursuit of Illya appeared, would he fight them? Or not?

Truth be told, Solomon had been quite good to him, and he didn’t want to make things difficult for Solomon because of Illya.

As for the Divine Realm of Heroic Spirits, the only one he knew was Fla Queen Helen, who was prone to cry out “Lance, save !” With her power, she was unlikely to be tasked with pursuing Illya.

With her limited strength, Illya could squash her with a single blow of her hamr.

It must be acknowledged that Illya’s situation was indeed sowhat thorny.

“It’s true, you’re the powerful figure who helped Andre beco a Hell First-level Reaper, Lance… about this matter of Hell issuing a warrant for Illya… can you help her?”

“That won’t be easy, the Hell Reaper I know, due to his consistent underachievent, has only recently been promoted to a Second-level Reaper. Authority and power… probably aren’t sufficient for him to sort out Illya’s issues, but I can inquire later.

I’ll ask him what it would take for Hell to rescind the warrant for Illya.”

“???”

Reg, Alia, and Venus all showed puzzled expressions on their faces.

He also knew a Hell Second-level Reaper?

From Lance’s tone, his relationship with that Hell Second-level Reaper… seed pretty solid.

If not, would he dare to say the Second-level Reaper was slacking?

The status of a Second-level Reaper in Hell is countless tis more esteed than that of a First-level Reaper.

“No way, you even know a Hell Second-level Reaper? Don’t tell us that the Hell Second-level Reaper was also one of your close friends or students in a past life…”

That would be too far-fetched.

Lance the trickster is a Giant Dragon, and as such, shouldn’t he be nestled in his own territory, sleeping soundly?

Wake up when he feels like stretching his wings, abduct a princess from the Human World to bring to his territory, and then continue his profound slumber.

But when it cos to trickster Lance, he doesn’t kidnap princesses from the Human World, nor does he sleep soundly in his own territory; instead, he just thinks about flying around the world, searching for friends?

Disguising himself as a human to find teammates, acting as a monarch’s tutor…

Even more absurd is that he’s also making friends with Hell Reapers…

“You’re overthinking it; the reason I know Hell Reapers is that I am Hell Reaper.”

???

!!!

That wretched old dragon!

He really was a Hell Reaper!!!

Reg was close to tears, filled with envy and admiration; while he had been proud of himself for being the Hero who defeated the Demon King, Lance, the irresponsible Black Dragon, had already stretched his Dragon Claws into Hell.

And beca a Hell Reaper.

What Pureblood Giant Dragon is alive and serves as a Hell Reaper?

Perhaps Lance feigned his own sacrifice and departure from the team all those years ago because he deed them too weak and didn’t want to play with them anymore, hence he staged his own death to disentangle himself.

The talk about not wanting to watch them pass away must have been a lie.

He didn’t take them along when he had fun but rembered him well enough to trick him into taking on bounty tasks.

He hadn’t forgotten about the bounty quest Lance had issued that morning.

The reward?

None.

The bounty was to gain the friendship of a Black Dragon.

Such an utter disregard for humanity, promising friendship with a Black Dragon…

The friendship of a Black Dragon was sothing he had already gained over a thousand years ago.

“Big Guy, my dear Lance, the position of the Lord of Red Dragon City you left to the skeleton… Sylvie, and you granted the Lordship of Saint Blue to your fostered Dragon Whelp. Now, for this Hell Reaper position… let inherit it.

I want to experience different careers, different lives, and I too want to ‘accidentally’ drop a few professions in front of friends and family.

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