Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress Chapter 374: 237: Ghostly Patrol, Golden Great Stick Suppres

Chapter 374: Chapter 237: Ghostly Patrol, Golden Great Stick Suppresses the Shadow Demon_2

Being bullied by humans is a disgrace for Giant Dragons!

“Room included, food not. If you want to eat barbecue, you have to pay,”

“I won’t eat then, anyone can make a barbecue.”

“I like a Giant Dragon who is self-sufficient.”

After sitting in the small courtyard for a while, Lance stood up to start preparing the ingredients, and the Young Dragon helped Lance with the preparations, getting the scallions, ginger, garlic, fruits, and fruit wine ready.

The Red Dragon finished the work, handed the shovel to the maid Ingrid, and seeing the fruits, fruit wine, and vegetable salad on the table, got tempted.

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“Want so fruit?”

“Does it cost anything?”

“It’s on the house. I’ll treat you, but you can only have two apples and three bananas,”

The Young Dragon wearing an apron took two apples and three bananas from the fruit plate and handed them to the Red Dragon.

“Athyst Young Dragon, I, the Red Dragon Stevens, accept your friendship. When Dragon Island appears, just let know if you want to go, and I’ll take you there.

Although I can’t guarantee you can stay on Dragon Island for good, I can still manage to let you stay there for a short while,”

The Red Dragon took the apples and bananas the Young Dragon had handed to him and started eating.

The Athyst Young Dragon’s eyes were clear, but her bloodline was sowhat impure. If she were a Pureblood Athyst Young Dragon, once Dragon Island erged, she would be brought back to Dragon Island and handed over to the Giant Dragon Clan.

Not being a Pureblood Athyst Young Dragon, all he could do was take her for a visit to Dragon Island to witness the legendary place.

“Athyst Young Dragon, should this human die, if you have nowhere to go, you can co to .”

Lance, who was processing animal legs, heard the words of the Red Dragon, stopped his actions, turned his head, and looked at the Red Dragon. Was he trying to coax his Dragon Whelp right in front of him?

This morning’s beating was too light, the hit should have been harder.

“What are you looking at? The words might sound unpleasant, but as a human, if you don’t beco a god, you won’t live forever and will eventually die. After your death… it would be best for to look after the Athyst Young Dragon.”

“I don’t have a problem with that, as long as the Dragon Whelp is willing, I wouldn’t mind letting you take care of her for when the ti cos.”

The Young Dragon grinned.

Apart from the Evil Dragon, nobody would get the chance to raise her.

“By then, I will inherit your fortune and take care of the Athyst Young Dragon for you.”

“???”

Lance chased the Red Dragon Stevens with a knife.

This damn Red Dragon was thinking of inheriting his fortune? His inheritance would only go to his Dragon Whelp; anyone else who coveted his fortune would et their end.

As the Red Dragon Stevens fled for his life, he casually snatched two bottles of fruit wine from the dining table. It seed the Duke of Saint Blue lacked so appreciation.

He really brandished a knife at him…

If he hadn’t run fast, his dragon tail might have been chopped off by this guy.

He showed no ounce of respect for Giant Dragons.

Nor did he care whether he was a Pureblood Giant Dragon or not…

After pursuing the Red Dragon for three streets and making sure the Red Dragon was out of sight, he returned to the small courtyard to continue preparing the roasted animal legs.

“Don’t worry, Lance, perhaps it will be you who inherits my stuff in the end.”

“Do you really expect to take care of you until your last days?”

Lance picked up a spoon and irritably thumped his own Dragon Whelp’s head; he didn’t want to inherit the Dragon Whelp’s stuff at all.

He only wanted the Dragon Whelp to inherit his.

“No, I’m not a Pureblood Giant Dragon, I won’t live that long. If I happen to die before you, you can rightfully inherit my stuff.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll turn you into a Pureblood Giant Dragon before you’re two thousand years old.”

“Mhm, I’ll work hard to evolve too!!!” The Young Dragon pulled up the chef hat on her head. The Evil Dragon was good in all respects, but he just liked to hit her on the head.

If she really lived with the Evil Dragon for hundreds of years, she wouldn’t need to practice Iron Head Skill; the Evil Dragon would directly develop an Iron Head for her.

By ten o’clock at night, the barbecue was ready, five roasted animal legs.

Lance ate one of the roasted animal legs, the Young Dragon ate three, and the remaining one was eaten by Ingrid.

The roasted animal legs paired with fruit wine tasted better and better the more one ate.

The liquor also slled very good.

While Lance wasn’t paying attention, the Young Dragon sneakily drank half a cup of liquor, and once the drink hit her stomach… she felt like a fiery fla had gone straight to her stomach through her throat…

She quickly ate a piece of roasted at, then… the door to a new world opened…

Barbecue paired with liquor, seed even more delicious than with fruit wine!

The Young Dragon started begging Lance to pour half a bottle of liquor for her, to go with the roasted at…

Forget about half a bottle.

Three ounces of liquor, that can be arranged.

Since the Dragon Whelp had so, Lance also poured a glass of liquor for Ingrid, for her to try.

Ingrid was flustered with honor, the Viscount himself pouring her a drink, what kind of treatnt was this?

The princesses of the Red Maple Kingdom might not even be entitled to such treatnt.

Speaking of which, the viscount is quite casual with his own people, and the hierarchy is not very obvious in his presence.

With a cup of clear liquor, Ingrid’s face instantly flushed red.

The dinner lasted until twelve o’clock in the morning.

It’s sumr… it seems like it’s ti for beer.

Next ti, we should find a small river beach, chill so waterlons and a dozen bottles of beer, and have a barbecue while drinking.

After the financial crisis in Saint Blue is over, I’ll call Tixia, Leia, and the others to celebrate together.

Relaxing appropriately is good for both mind and body.

The dragon whelp can hold her liquor well; after drinking five ounces of clear liquor, she wasn’t drunk and even helped Ingrid clean up the dinnerware.

Lance lay down.

He lay in the rocking chair in the courtyard, covered with a blanket, admiring the beautiful night sky in the early morning.

After the young dragon finished cleaning the dinnerware, Ingrid told her to rest, and she could handle the remaining tasks.

The young dragon didn’t stand on ceremony with Ingrid; she took out a rocking chair from the Lucky Coin, placed it not far from Lance’s, imitated him by lying on it, covered herself with a blanket, stared at the stars in the night sky for a while, and with a close of her eyes… fell asleep.

After eating and drinking heartily and feeling slightly tipsy from the white liquor, the young dragon’s spirit was extrely relaxed, and with the late night breeze blowing, she fell asleep directly.

Lance turned his head to glance at the dragon whelp, saw she had fallen asleep in an instant, smiled faintly, and also closed his eyes.

He wasn’t worried about the dragon whelp catching a cold; with her current physique, placing her in a world of ice and snow might still not lead her to catch cold.

Sleeping in the night breeze was quite pleasant.

Before long, Lance also fell asleep.

The lights were still on in the courtyard.

After cleaning up, Ingrid went inside to sleep and chose a spot by the window, sitting on a chair, watching over her master, the viscount, and the young dragon highness.

She had to ensure she could appear beside the viscount and the young dragon highness at a mont’s notice if they called for her.

After a busy day, she too slowly drifted into sleep.

After an unknown period of ti, a dark shadow appeared in the void of the courtyard—it was the Demon Reaper.

The duke of Saint Blue… nad Lance.

He shared a na with his once fierce and gloomy neighbor.

One was a Black Magic Dragonfolk.

The other a human.

Sa na.

Different temperant.

However, he was still slightly concerned and decided to collect so information about this formidable person first.

He appeared this ti to observe this formidable person and see what made him different from the Black Magic Dragonfolk.

Not a Black Magic Dragonfolk, not at all alike.

The Demon Reaper watched Lance for a while, took out a mory Stone to capture Lance’s image, and then rged back into the void and vanished.

Not long after he rged into the void, Lance opened his eyes.

mory Stone.

It might not be able to capture his image at all.

He closed his eyes again and continued to sleep.

…..

The next day, early in the morning, in Alchemical City.

Lance took the dragon whelp to Alchemical City for breakfast.

During the al, many extraordinary individuals were discussing the Miao Miao House of Interdinsional Commodities.

They said a miraculous event happened at the Miao Miao House of Interdinsional Commodities last night.

A card without a Card Spirit activated on its own in the dead of night, and a Golden Great Stick suppressed a shadow demon.

In addition, last night, the street where the Miao Miao House of Interdinsional Commodities was located witnessed the terrifying sight of ghostly soldiers patrolling.

The ghostly soldiers, clad in Golden Battle Armor, patrolled back and forth on that street, as if guarding the Miao Miao House of Interdinsional Commodities.

It was outrageous.

Ghostly soldiers in Alchemical City, protecting a re Miao Miao House?

Those were bona fide ghostly soldiers, not any Wandering Souls and Wild Ghosts, or undead.

Such an event had never happened before in Alchemical City.

The owner of the Miao Miao House… what kind of background did he have?

Why was he able to attract such beings?

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