Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress Chapter 704 - 704 404 The Demon King from 1000 Years Ago

Chapter 704: Chapter 404 The Demon King from 1000 Years Ago Chapter 704: Chapter 404 The Demon King from 1000 Years Ago Asking him for a light?

Lance sized up the middle-aged man in front of him, dressed in a black tailcoat, sporting a slicked-back hairdo gleaming with oil. The look in his eyes carried a whiff of a smile, imperceptible yet present, mixed with a tinge of curiosity. His aura… sowhat mixed.

Not a man from Saint Blue City, perhaps not even human at all, his eyes… gave Lance a feeling of déjà vu.

With a snap of his fingers, a fla flickered at the tip of Lance’s index finger, “Have we… t sowhere before?”

“How curious, I have the sa feeling, as if we’ve known each other for a thousand years.”

The middle-aged man in the black suit glanced at the fla on Lance’s fingertip and chuckled, “A personage like Lord Viscount doesn’t carry even a box of matches?”

Lance stared into the man’s eyes, the phrase echoing in his mind: [As if we’ve known each other for a thousand years].

A thousand years ago…

He had known too many people a thousand years ago, too difficult to rember every single face. The fact that he felt a sense of familiarity with this middle-aged man indicated that his past self must have had so interaction with this chap.

Speaking with such a trace of the years, this middle-aged man was a relic from a thousand years ago.

Indeed hard to recall such a person.

They probably didn’t interact for long.

“I can’t quite rember. Could you give more of a hint? I want to know if I’ve ever wronged you a thousand years ago.”

“Of course you’ve wronged ; otherwise, I wouldn’t be appearing before Lord Viscount,” exhaled the middle-aged man, his gaze falling upon the four princesses Tiji, Bettina, Freya, and Mavis, “You seem quite interested in that Black Dragon Man in the square, go have a chat with him.

I’ll have a leisurely talk here with the Lord Saint Blue Viscount while settling a score with him.”

Tiji, Freya, Mavis, and Bettina glanced at Lance reflexively, evidently wary of him. At this mont, they were utterly confused as to whether the Lance before them was the Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance.

“Don’t be afraid of him, I am here… I can hold the fort for you. Off you go. I am quite intrigued by that Black Dragon Man, but for now, I am even more interested in the Lord Viscount at my side. Once I’m done here, I’ll have to et him as well.”

“???”

Could it be… this middle-aged man dressed in a black tailcoat… also hails from the Abyss?

By his tone, it seems quite likely.

He even knows they want to seek out the Black Dragon Man; does it an… he also knows the Black Dragon Man might be Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance?

Strange.

If he suspects the Black Dragon Man is Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance, why would he still appear before Lord Saint Blue Viscount Lance?

Does he recognize this Lord Saint Blue Viscount?

Know that he is not Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance?

The four princesses exchanged looks, suppressing the doubts in their hearts, thanked the middle-aged man, and ran towards the square.

This demon, disguised as a middle-aged human man, must be strong.

Without substantial power, he wouldn’t dare to appear directly before Lord Saint Blue Viscount Lance.

Lance did not stop Tiji, Bettina, Freya, and Mavis. The identity of Black Dragon Man Lance was destined to be exposed.

If not exposed, the Abyssal Demons would continue to erge in Saint Blue, gravely disrupting the peace.

It’s better exposed; perhaps this would be the opportunity to completely sever ties with the Abyss and live quietly caring for offspring afterward.

“You’ve been quite audacious, treating my territory as if it’s your backyard, coming and going as you please.”

“Guessed where I’m from? Then, do you rember who I am?”

“No.”

Lance rubbed out the fla on his fingertip, having a rough guess about the identity of the middle-aged man, but it wasn’t certain.

“It seems the title of [Lord Viscount] has made you forget the identity you once used. Let give you another na.”

The middle-aged man flicked his cigarette butt to the ground and stomped it out, exhaling a puff of white smoke. Gazing into Lance’s eyes, he smiled and uttered a title Lance had long forgotten: “Companion of the Hero, the Non-existent Potion Master.”

[Non-existent Potion Master].

As these words were spoken, the slick-haired middle-aged man’s expression montarily turned distant. Back when he was almost annihilated by the Heroic Squad using his own powers, it was this inconspicuous Potion Master who intervened at the critical mont with the so-called [Sacrificial Technique] that defeated him.

He suffered hefty injuries.

Before the Potion Master sacrificed himself, he had always thought the strongest in the Heroic Squad was the Hero, not until the Potion Master’s [sacrifice] did he realize how incredibly wrong he was.

That Potion Master from the Heroic Squad, the one he ignored and even the teammates disregarded, turned out to be the strongest and most cunning.

This damn thing not only conned him but also fleeced his teammates before leaving, took all their money, and made sure his teammates would never forget him.

Non-existent Potion Master…

The mont the fla had ignited on what he thought was an unnoticeable Potion Master’s fingertip, he recognized the man who had delivered a significant blow to him back in the day.

Plus, he had previously thought the [Non-existent Potion Master] was Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance.

After seeing the Black Dragon Man in the square and then looking at the current Lance, he confird that the [Non-existent Potion Master] of the Heroic Squad back then wasn’t Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance.