Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress

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"The Extraordinary Codex"...has no binding force on an Evil Dragon.

He refused to pay the compensation, and the City Lord's Mansion of Lionheart City may not dare to come after him for the debt. If the Bronze Guild refuses to pay the compensation, well... the Superhuman Guild of Norde Kingdom will approach the Superhuman Guild of the kingdom where the Bronze Bounty Guild is located to negotiate.

This scenario may not happen unless the City Lord's Mansion of Lionheart City insists on compensation. If the City Lord of Lionheart City adopts an attitude of 'if they pay, good; if not, let it be,' then the Bronze Bounty Guild could delay for a while or pay a small part of the compensation.

Over time, the matter would fade away.

Ordinary people would not readily hold extraordinary beings accountable, even with the existence of "The Extraordinary Codex." Faced with extraordinary beings, ordinary people still inherently revere them.

Provoking or extorting an extraordinary being is something ordinary people don't have the guts for, as for the riffraff... after provoking an extraordinary being, they'll be severely injured, if not on the brink of death...

Extraordinary beings don't need to take any responsibility.

"Lord Lance, you don't need to look so worried. When I communicated with the City Lord's Mansion of Lionheart City, I specifically asked if we could use some superhuman items as payment for the debt. They said it was possible.

So, Lord Lance, if you don't have that many Gold Coins on you, you can allocate some potions. Your mixed potions possess Supernatural Power and the City Lord's Mansion of Lionheart City would accept them, the valuation also high.

If you don't feel like mixing potions, some of the antique paintings, historical artifacts, or ancient items you've collected over the years will also be accepted by the City Lord's Mansion of Lionheart City.

Oh, and one more thing, Lord Lance... the City Lord's Mansion of Lionheart City also said... if we can persuade the owner of the Sword Intent Scroll to take his daughter as a student or apprentice, he not only would waive the need for us to compensate, but he would even be willing to sell some valuable items from the City Lord's Mansion as a thank you gift.

Even being a nominal student or apprentice would suffice. So, Lord Lance, do you know the Swordsman who gifted you the Sword Intent Scroll?"

"I do not."

Become a mentor to the daughter of a city lord?

He was already busy raising a Young Dragon; where would he find the time to teach a student? If one day the Young Dragon wanted a human playmate, he might consider taking a little girl whom he found agreeable as his student.

If he didn't have to use Gold Coins as compensation, he could accept the debt worth a thousand Gold Coins.

He had plenty of ready-made potions.

Transformation Potions, Invisibility Potions, Healing Potions, Defense Potions, Kidney-Strengthening and Body-Fortifying Potions, and those that could grant ordinary people Supernatural Power for a short duration.

Just pouring some of these potions into a small bottle would sell for a good amount.

As for artifacts, paintings, and long-aged collectibles, he had those as well.

He even possessed precious paintings by the renowned historical artist Lance, guaranteed to be authentic treasures.

"Throughout these years of wandering, I've indeed collected quite a few treasures. You ask... Never mind, I'll send you a few bottles of potions and a few paintings later, let the City Lord's Mansion of Lionheart City appraise them and see how much they are worth, refund the excess and supplement the shortfall."

"Oh... Lord Lance, your complexion has finally returned to normal? I prefer the cheerful you. When you don't speak and wear a grim expression... it frightens us."

"I'll also send you three bottles of Healing Potions to give to those three blockheads: Louis, Dalton, and Bazel to drink."

"Uh... Lord Lance... maybe... we should let them heal slowly..."

The potions crafted by Lord Lance could cause ordinary people to grow strange things, hailed as miraculous, called Extraordinary Elixirs!

If extraordinary beings drank them and grew strange things... that would be considered a mutation...

If she dared to send those potions to Louis, Dalton, and Bazel... upon receiving them... they would probably be afraid to drink them...

"There are no side effects, let them drink with ease."

"Well then... okay..."

Meredith dared not refuse, for fear that angering Lord Lance might turn her into a guinea pig for potion testing.

"Lord Lance... you still seem to be in a bad mood... Let me sing a song for you. You always say that spending money wards off misfortune, right? This money... just consider it spent for that purpose."

"????"

It was fine for him to say that to others, but not for others to say it to him.

Because forcing him to spend money was the greatest disaster!

An Evil Dragon like him not becoming a disaster for others was already quite fortunate; who would dare to be a disaster for him?

Legendary heroes and epic warriors who burst with vigor at every chance were exceptions; they were like indestructible cockroaches.

Left with just a sliver of health, they could still turn the tide.

"Lord Lance, I'll sing a song for you to lighten your mood. This song 'Little Bunny Foo Foo,' is dedicated to Lord Lance."

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Meredith cleared her throat and began to sing "Little Bunny Foo Foo."

"Little Bunny Foo Foo, open the door quickly, open it now, I want to come in."

"Not opening, not opening, I can't open, Mommy isn't back, no matter who it is, I'm not opening....."

This cheerful nursery rhyme was also taught to her by Old Man Lance, who could write nursery rhymes and clearly had the heart of a child at heart.

He was quick to temper but also quick to cheer up, and very easy to placate.

Just don't talk about money with the old man, talking about money with him...he'd say...it hurts the feelings.....

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Lance's mood improved somewhat, as a love for gold coins was branded into the very essence of Dragon Soul and Bones.

Asking him for gold coins was a no-go, but potions were fine, because he could mix them up anytime.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Lance...are you feeling better now?"

The Young Dragon wanted to comment on Meredith's bunny-girl act as even the face of an Evil Dragon was dark. How could she tell that the Evil Dragon's mood had lightened?

Experience tales with empire

Wasn't it always the same?

It's just like the Evil Dragon asking her every morning...if he had dark circles under his eyes...

You are a Black Dragon, with or without dark circles...even if you beat her, this Princess...she couldn't tell anyway.

"Feeling better."

Feeling better?

Singing to an Evil Dragon makes its mood improve?

"Then let me sing you a song too."

"You can sing?"

"Of course."

As a princess of the empire, how could she possibly not know how to sing? She could even dance.

Lance became interested, "I've got to hear this."

Mimicking Meredith, the Young Dragon cleared his throat and began to sing a ballad for the Evil Dragon.

Improving the mood of an Evil Dragon was a kind of repayment, wasn't it?

"Little White Rabbit, white and pure, two ears standing up straight, loves to eat carrots and greens, hopping and jumping so cutely...so...cute...."

As the Young Dragon sang, he hopped about like a bunny in front of the Evil Dragon, even going so far as to grab two red carrots with his Dragon Claws and place them on his bald purple head to look more like a bunny.

Er Gouzi saw the Young Dragon's bunny dance, lay on the ground, his two dog heads grinning widely, ceaselessly slapping the ground with his paws.

The Young Dragon's bunny dance was killing him with laughter.

Turtle laughed as well.

Evil Dragon Lance laughed too, once again feeling the joy of raising a whelp, as the hopping and jumping antics of the Young Dragon looked so silly and foolish.

Especially using red carrots as bunny ears...

She didn't resemble a bunny...she looked more like a silly, foolish big gray wolf...

The Young Dragon sensed his unhappiness and chose this way to cheer him up.

"Don't laugh, Er Gouzi, you're not allowed to laugh."

Er Gouzi pointed at Evil Dragon Lance with his paw, indicating if Evil Dragon Lance could laugh, why couldn't he?

"Don't wave your paw around, I'm not laughing."

Your mouth is stretched wide enough to swallow a Young Dragon, and you say you're not laughing?

"Dragon Whelp, tonight the sea is frozen over, let's go spark-iron flowers."

"????"