The Diary-Keeping Evil Dragon

The evil dragon Lance made such delicious breakfast.

His life skills had to be master-level.

After eating six Large Meat Buns in one go, Lucia's belly had become round. She felt like she could still eat another one or two.

The evil dragon Lance had not eaten yet. If she ate them all, what would the evil dragon Lance eat? She could not exactly make him drink nothing but porridge, could she?

His dragon body was so huge; porridge alone definitely would not fill him up. She would leave the remaining meat buns for the evil dragon.

Lucia guarded the last five Large Meat Buns. While she had not been paying attention, Er Gouzi had snatched another one from the steamer.

"You're not allowed to eat anymore. The rest are Lance's. He hasn't eaten yet."

"Woof woof."

One of Hellhound Er Gouzi's heads nodded in agreement, while the other stuffed itself with a meat bun.

The young dragon even knew to save food for Lance. Not bad. She was a young dragon with a conscience. The only issue was that she seemed to be competing for favor. Before yesterday, it had always been this dog who saved food for Lance and reminded him to eat.

Competing with a dog like it for favor? One look was enough to tell she was not a good young dragon.

She had a conscience, but she was not a good young dragon.

It could be a simp dog, but the young dragon could not be a simp dragon.

"It's fine. I don't need much food. If you're not full, have a few more."

Lance drank two bowls of porridge, including the bowl he had prepared for the young dragon. After eating six Large Meat Buns, she could not drink much porridge anyway.

"I'm full. I can't eat anymore. If I eat more, my stomach will swell up again. You eat. Once you're done, I-I-I'll wash the pots and bowls."

Back in the imperial capital, chores like washing pots and bowls would never have fallen to her.

The Head Maid would have arranged everything perfectly.

All she had needed to do was enjoy herself.

That would not work here with the evil dragon. If she was greedy and lazy, perhaps the evil dragon would grow sick of her someday.

If the evil dragon lost patience with her, her fate definitely would not be good.

It was better to be diligent. Washing pots and bowls should not be much different from washing cups.

"Woof woof woof woof."

Er Gouzi barked after finishing the meat buns.

"Get lost, get lost, get lost. Don't say something so disgusting."

"???"

Lucia was baffled. What had Er Gouzi said?

Why had the evil dragon told it not to say something so disgusting? Could the evil dragon understand dog language?

"Lance, what did Er Gouzi say?"

"It said there's no need for you to wash the pots and bowls. It can lick them shiny in minutes."

Upon hearing Lance's words, Er Gouzi raised its two proud dog heads.

Not only could it lick the pots and bowls until they shone, it could also use Hellfire to disinfect and sterilize them.

It often cleaned its own dog bowl that way.

"Lance is right. Don't say such disgusting things in the future."

Er Gouzi could not be bothered to respond to Lucia, this young dragon.

Lucia went to wash the pots and bowls. Seeing that it was not needed here, Er Gouzi went to the fields, bit out two cabbages, and fed them to the turtle.

The turtle did not like meat. It liked fruit and vegetables.

Once, it had given the turtle some leftover watermelon rind, and the turtle had slapped it.

The evil dragon lay atop a clean, smooth boulder on the mountain peak, basking in the sun.

The young dragon lay on a boulder not far from the evil dragon.

So being a dragon could be this relaxing.

Lucia did not know about other dragons, but the evil dragon Lance truly knew how to enjoy life.

His pace of life was very slow.

"Eating breakfast, then basking in the sun for a while... feels so good. It would be perfect if there were some music right now."

Now that she had become a dragon, Lucia was no longer worried about getting tanned.

"Music? The merfolk in the sea sometimes like to sing into conch shells. The shells can record their beautiful songs. This afternoon, I'll take you into the sea to find a merfolk who likes singing."

"No, no, no. I only said it casually, Lance. You absolutely mustn't take it seriously."

Going into the sea to find merfolk? She could only hold her breath for a limited time, at most a few minutes. If she entered the deep sea and could not surface in time to breathe, she would drown. It was too dangerous. She should stay on the island obediently.

"Lance, can you make a tiny hole at the top of this Lucky Coin you gave me? Then give me a red string. I want to thread it through and wear it around my neck."

The first gift the evil dragon had given her was worth treasuring. Once she returned to the imperial capital, she would show it off to Eva.

A Lucky Coin.

Even money could not necessarily buy one.

These Lucky Coins only circulated within the Sacred Ground of the Goddess of Luck's temple.

She had heard of them, but this was her first time seeing one.

Lucky Coins really could bring people good luck.

Then was she lucky?

Or unlucky? She had been captured by an evil dragon, so perhaps she was lucky.

But then again, the evil dragon she had encountered did not seem as brutal or terrifying as the evil dragons in legends.

She should be lucky, right?

Then, Goddess of Luck, please bless me so that I may become the emperor of the Farolyn Empire.

"You want to wear the Lucky Coin around your neck as a necklace?"

"Mm."

"Sure."

Lance took the Lucky Coin he had given her yesterday from the young dragon's claws. With a light tap of his dragon claw's index finger against its top, a smooth, round hole instantly appeared.

Since the young dragon wanted to wear it around her neck, an ordinary red string might not be tough enough and could easily break.

Seven-Colored Silk would be better.

With a flash of light, a beautiful seven-colored cord appeared in Lance's dragon claw.

The seven-colored cord passed through the Lucky Coin, and Lance fused the loose ends together.

"All done."

"It's so pretty."

Lucia took the Lucky Coin from Lance's claw and happily wore it around her neck.

As expected of an evil dragon who had raised a princess. Everything he made looked beautiful.

"I'll give you a Space Ring too."

"Huh? You're giving me a Space Ring? No, no, no. I don't like rings."

Lucia hurriedly refused. Who would dare accept a ring from an evil dragon? What if it was a token of love? She could not take it.

Absolutely not.

"You don't like rings?"

"Right, right, right."

Lucia nodded frantically.

Lance's golden-red vertical pupils fell on the Lucky Coin at Lucia's neck. If she did not like Space Rings, then he could turn this Lucky Coin into a storage space instead.

For him, crafting a spatial item that could store things without needing to grow or shrink was very simple.

"Then I'll refine this Lucky Coin into a spatial item that can store things."

"Huh? You can do that?"

"Mm."

Lucia handed the Lucky Coin to Lance once more.

About half an hour later, Lance returned the Lucky Coin to Lucia.

"That's it? Do I need to recognize it as my master with blood?"

"No. Touch it with your dragon claw, and you'll be able to sense the space inside. Just think about what you want to take out."

After handing the Lucky Coin to Lucia, Lance took a brand-new notebook from his Adamantine Circle.

"This notebook is for you. If anything happy, interesting, or sad happens in the future, you can write it in here. If you encounter a Strong Enemy you can't defeat, you can write that down too. Then, when they're about to die of old age, sit outside their door and watch them breathe their last."

"???"

Lucia seriously suspected the evil dragon had done something like that before!

The evil dragon's mischievous side was on full display before her.

P.S. Wow, finally I'm not writing to an empty audience anymore. You old readers who are reading this, I like you all.