Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress-Chapter 396 - 248: The Young Dragon of the Lance Family Isn’t Very Intelligent, Eating Her Might Affect Our Intelligence_2

Chapter 396: Chapter 248: The Young Dragon of the Lance Family Isn’t Very Intelligent, Eating Her Might Affect Our Intelligence_2

Whether he is Dragon Man Shia or not doesn’t matter to her.

Her sister Tiji is in Black Forbidden City.

If Black Lotus Demon King turns out to be Dragon Man Shia, her sister would expose him when the time comes.

Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance…

Just thinking of this bastard who had once conned the Blood Curse of their clan out of her mouth and blood made her eager to find him immediately, capture him, and torture him with the Blood Clan’s secret techniques.

He’s hidden himself too deeply.

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She still remembered Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance saying he could never take on a human form in his lifetime because he wasn’t a Pureblood Demon Dragon.

Then more than two thousand years ago, yesterday, he appeared in The Abyss in the form of a Dragonborn.

This indicated that the bastard had lied more than two thousand years ago.

He deceived all the Royal Family in The Abyss, even the progenitor of their Blood Clan.

Why couldn’t he just wait honestly in the Human World for their several kings to capture him?

Why did he suddenly show up in The Abyss?

All for an Amethyst Young Dragon that fell into The Abyss from the Human World?

Heh.

Walked right into the trap.

With the Amethyst Young Dragon around, she wasn’t worried that Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance wouldn’t show up.

It was only a matter of time.

Lance fell asleep, during the hours of four or five in the morning, when he was the sleepiest.

He wasn’t worried about being attacked by Great Vampire Krastihela, for though asleep, he wasn’t completely out of it.

With any slight rustle of wind or grass, he could instantly be ready for battle.

At just past eight in the morning, Lance opened his eyes.

The sun in The Abyss wasn’t as blinding as it was in the Human World.

The newly risen sun… was blood red, and as time went by, the blood-red sun would slowly turn golden red…

“Is this your first time in a city governed by our Royal Family?”

“No, I’ve been here before.”

Lance got up and stretched, with the Great Vampire standing not far from him.

He would see the Dragon Whelp soon.

Not having followed her these past few days, he wondered if the little one ate well or slept well.

The eating and drinking were probably fine.

But the sleep, most likely not so good.

When he first found the Dragon Whelp, at night it always faced the wall and curled up into a ball.

Sometimes it would even cry softly in the middle of the night, sleeping with its dragon body tense. It wasn’t until two or three months later that these issues improved.

Now, the Dragon Whelp had completely relaxed, daring to sleep sprawled out in all directions.

“Have you ever heard of the Four Great Forbidden Cities?”

“Never heard of them, are they famous?”

“You haven’t been to many cities then. Come on, I’ll take you to see one of the Forbidden Cities, the Black Forbidden City.”

“I don’t mind, as long as I can accomplish my purpose.”

Krastihela flapped its wings and flew in the direction of the Black Forbidden City.

Lance rubbed the corners of his eyes and followed with a flap of his wings; it was a perfect time for a breakfast visit to the Black Forbidden City.

…

“Buns, buns… Freshly baked pork buns, delicious and affordable, come try them in our store. Would you like to try our ‘Miles of Fragrance’ pork buns? Our bun shop has over two thousand years of history, hey, hey… don’t go, our bun shop really has a two-thousand-year legacy…”

In Black Forbidden City, Lance, following behind Krastihela, doubled back to the bun shop they had passed, even using Magic Gold borrowed from Krastihela to buy a basket of big pork buns.

Miles of Fragrance was indeed a brand from more than two thousand years ago.

Quite extraordinary.

He charged such a small fee for his lessons two thousand years ago, yet the Demon Race that learned to make buns from him had turned their bun shops into a family business.

Lance took a bite of the bun in his hand, surprised by the good taste.

It seems they had improved the recipe.

Not bad at all, pretty good.

It takes courage to innovate.

“Do you want a bun? This place has pretty good buns.”

Lance casually handed a bun to Krastihela.

“No, thanks.”

“This is a meat bun store with a history of over two thousand years; don’t you want to try?”

“On this street, every shop that’s open will tell you they’ve been around for over two thousand years.”

“Soy milk, fried dough sticks, spicy soup—these are all centuries-old stores that are clean and hygienic, enjoy your taste.”

“Eight-treasure porridge, pumpkin porridge, all excellent for nourishing the body, and coming from the same longstanding history of over two thousand years. Come in and try some light food.”

Breakfast shop.

Delicious congee shop.

If the shopkeepers dared to recommend something, Lance would dare to eat it.

He was a Black Dragon, his appetite could be big or small.

After all, they were students he had taught, and after more than two thousand years, he felt he should at least help their businesses.

Eating whatever he saw, it appeared that the Black Lotus Demon King really was in the Black Forbidden City for the first time.

Krastihela, seeing how much Lance was enjoying his food, decided to buy a scallion pancake and a cup of soy milk for herself.

Just as she inserted the straw into the cup of soy milk, the projection communicator on her right hand rang.

It was her sister, Tigi.

She answered the projection call, and the figure of the Little Vampire Tigi instantly appeared on the screen.

“Good morning, did you have breakfast? Oh, you’re having it right now? That looks familiar. Are you at the food street in the Black Forbidden City?”

“I’m indeed in the Black Forbidden City.”

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“You’re here so early; I thought you wouldn’t make it until tonight.”

“Did you call me because there’s an issue?”

“Actually, there is. I think you might not be able to take the Young Dragon with you. Suman has informed other Royal Families, including their Demon Clan, about the Young Dragon possibly recognizing Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance. These Royal Families all want to take the Young Dragon to their cities, and I think you all may end up fighting over the Young Dragon.”

In the projection screen, Tigi was sitting next to a dining table, sipping red wine, and continued, “Maybe you should just go back. The Young Dragon seems pretty simple, but in reality… she is a bit simple, only passively defending herself when directly threatened…”

Talking about the Young Dragon, Tigi put down her wine glass and subconsciously touched her head, remembering the pain from the Young Dragon’s hammer strike the day before.

“We can discuss this matter later. Do you recognize this Dragon Man?”

“I don’t. A new follower of yours?”

Krastihela heard her sister’s words and turned to glance at Lance.

Lance was standing not far behind her, enjoying his meat bun and eight-treasure porridge.

His appearance hadn’t changed, still looking exactly as he did when she met him at dawn.

It seemed that this Black Lotus Demon King really wasn’t the Dragon Man Shia she had heard about.

“He’s not my follower. Doesn’t he resemble the Dragon Man Shia you told me about yesterday?”

“Not at all, nothing like him. He seems a bit better looking than Dragon Man Shia.”

Lance extended his hand and greeted Little Vampire Tigi through the projection screen.

A confusion spell layered with an illusion technique plus a secret technique capable of distorting vision, hearing, and other senses, it’s no wonder Tigi couldn’t recognize him through the screen; even if she were standing right in front of him, he would appear differently to her.

No doubt, that’s why he had a bad premonition when he thought about introducing himself as Shia at dawn.

It looks like… the Great Vampire Krastihela might have begun to suspect that [Dragon Man Shia] could be [Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance].

Before meeting the Dragon Whelp, he didn’t want to reveal his identity. This was The Abyss, not the Human World, and in case of trouble, not even the spirits of the Divine Realm could necessarily be summoned.

“Where is the Young Dragon now?”

“Ten minutes ago, she was right across from me eating bread and drinking milk, but now she has been taken away by a princess of the Demon Clan.”

The projection screen shook momentarily and, when it steadied, an image flashed onto the screen.

A pair of clear, bright amethyst-colored vertical pupils and an Amethyst Dragon head looked puzzled at the camera.

The Young Dragon in the frame blinked a few times and then tossed an entire sandwich bread into her mouth.

Dragon mouths are big, big enough for one sandwich with each bite.

“See for yourself? This is what I recorded just now; that’s Lance’s Dragon Whelp… who can swallow a sandwich in one gulp. She showed off eating five sandwich breads and drinking three glasses of milk this morning. Last night, she ate a whole roasted lamb… Suman’s verdict is that she’s a simple-minded Dragon who only knows how to stuff her face, probably not very bright.”

“Eating that could likely affect one’s intelligence.”

“???”

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