The young dragon's Body Tempering Method needed to progress gradually. Sending her to crash into a mountain right from the start wouldn't be very friendly, so it was better to have her start by crashing into a turtle.
The young dragon he had picked up was different from him. During his childhood, no powerful adult dragon had picked him up, and no adult dragon had sheltered him.
Under those circumstances, crashing into mountains day after day had been the most effective and convenient Body Tempering Method he could think of for giving his dragon body powerful resistance to blows.
The young dragon didn't need to do that. Living with him, an adult black dragon, she had no immediate pressure to survive, so she could take her time getting stronger.
She didn't need to be as aggressive as he had been in his childhood.
Getting stronger took time. For dragons, time was the one thing they had in abundance.
Ten years of body tempering wasn't enough? Then temper her body for a hundred years, five hundred years, a thousand years, or two thousand years.
When the young dragon appeared in the human world again as an evil dragon, he couldn't guarantee that she would have the power to do whatever she wanted, but he could guarantee that she would be capable of kidnapping princesses, raising princesses, and escaping with her life.
Why did that sound wrong somehow? Raising princesses? Lance turned his head and glanced at the young dragon not far beside him.
The young dragon was female. What would a female young dragon raise a princess for? Shouldn't she raise a prince instead? Raise a prince? Forget it, forget it. He'd continue instilling the idea of raising princesses in her.
If the young dragon really went to the human world and picked up a prince to raise, with her intelligence, it probably wouldn't take long for her to be swindled out of everything she owned. She might even get herself dragged into it.
Raising a princess was better. If a princess deceived her, she would only trick her into becoming her best friend.
If a prince deceived her, he might even trick her out of her life.
Lance imagined the future. He got married and had a dragonling, a girl.
When the dragonling grew up, she went to the human world and captured a handsome human prince to bring back.
Then, as they spent time together, the dragonling developed feelings for the human prince.
Smack—
Lance ended the fantasy because the prince in it had been slapped to death by one swipe of his dragon claw.
He had dared to trick his dragonling out of her life. He deserved death.
"Crash, crash, crash! I'll crash into the turtle this afternoon!"
Lucia trembled all over. Just a moment ago, the evil dragon Lance's golden-red slit pupils had suddenly become terrifying.
In that instant, the evil dragon had seemed to transform from a kindly old man who liked basking in the sun into a vicious butcher.
Was it really necessary to be so frightening just because she had hesitated a little?
If he had shown such a fierce look earlier, she wouldn't have stopped at crashing into a turtle. Even if he had asked her to crash her head into a mountain, she would have agreed at once.
Lucia wept silently in her heart as she complained about the evil dragon.
Still, compared to crashing into a mountain, she would rather crash into a turtle. After all, turtles were only so big. No matter how hard a turtle shell was, could it really be harder than the Amethyst Dragon scales of a young dragon like her? Although she was a young dragon with several flaws, she truly did possess some of a young dragon's abilities.
The Amethyst Dragon scales on her body couldn't even be scratched by a small knife.
Divine weapons didn't count.
If a legendary divine weapon appeared, it could probably even chop the evil dragon beside her to death.
The evil dragon's dragon-body toughness was inferior even to that of a red dragon. A divine weapon could certainly pierce his scales with ease and injure him.
"Crash into it this afternoon. Right now, it's time to enjoy life and comprehend nature."
"Oh. Um. Lance, what if I accidentally crash into the turtle and kill it?"
"I was just about to tell you. When you crash into the turtle, you should do it with exactly that thought in mind. Use all your strength and kill it."
If the young dragon could crash into the turtle he raised and kill it, he would dare turn that turtle's shell into a house and give it to the young dragon to live in.
The prerequisite was that the young dragon had to possess that strength.
"What if... if I really kill the turtle, you... you won't hit me, will you?"
The evil dragon Lance raised two pets: the Hellhound Er Gouzi and a turtle.
The turtle the evil dragon wanted her to crash into might be the one he raised.
What if she killed the evil dragon's turtle and he hit her because he was heartbroken? The punch the evil dragon had landed on her head with his dragon fist that morning had really hurt!
Besides, she was the Imperial Princess. Wasn't it humiliating to get hit on the head by an evil dragon?
After she became Empress, being hit by an evil dragon would become her dark history.
What ruler had ever been hit by an evil dragon? Lucia, the Empress of the Farolyn Empire, had been hit by an evil dragon. Not only had she been hit by one, she had even been abducted by one. She absolutely couldn't let something like that be recorded in the history books of the Farolyn Empire.
"If you can kill my turtle by crashing into it, I won't hit you. I'll even give you a beautifully furnished Dragonling Nest."
"Come on, come on! You... write that sentence in your diary, or I'm afraid you'll go back on your word."
Lucia held out the notebook the evil dragon had given her to Lance.
Words alone weren't proof. She needed a written agreement.
Lance smiled. So, the young dragon's intelligence wasn't very high, but when it came to her own interests, she still knew how to protect them.
Without hesitation, Lance took the diary and pen and swiftly wrote down the promise he had just made to the young dragon.
"Huh? Dragon Language?"
"Yes."
The cunning, treacherous evil dragon had actually used Dragon Language to draw up the agreement.
He was taking advantage of the fact that she couldn't read Dragon Language.
No! To avoid being beaten, she had to learn Dragon Language as soon as possible.
The turtle raised by the evil dragon might be killed by her in two or three days.
Lucia took the diary back somewhat reluctantly.
She hoped the words the evil dragon had written in the notebook really were the sentence he had just spoken.
She didn't care about the Dragonling Nest or anything like that. As long as the evil dragon didn't hit her after she killed the turtle, that was enough.
"Want some fruit?"
"I want to study Dragon Language while eating fruit."
"Now?"
"Mm!"
To avoid becoming an Empress with a dark history and to keep the evil dragon from having a chance to go back on his word, she had to learn Dragon Language as soon as possible! "All right."
Lance took out the kindergarten-level Dragon Language textbook he had compiled the previous night. He had written two copies, one for the young dragon and one for himself.
Dragon Language was the oldest written language. Elven Language, Beastman Language, and Dwarven Language were also ancient, but as time passed, the writing of those three races had gradually changed.
Only the Dragon Language of the dragon race had retained its original form.
"Lance, what are these runes?"
"These are phonetic letters. Learn these first. Once you learn how to pronounce the phonetic letters, Dragon Language will be very simple. Come, repeat after me: a, o, e."
"Ah, woh, uh."
"Very good, excellent. Keep going."
"i, w, u."
"Ee, woo, yoo."
"b, p, m, f."
"Buh, puh, muh, fuh."
"f."
"Fuh."
"Pronounce it as 'fo.'"
"Pronounce it as 'fuh.'"
Lucia felt a little proud. These phonetic runes weren't very difficult after all. Wasn't she pronouncing them perfectly?
Lance discovered that teaching Dragon Language to the young dragon he had picked up wasn't as easy as he had imagined.
He'd endure it. This afternoon, he would carve a Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon for her to see and let her know what Buddha was.
After an hour, Lance ended the lesson.
He took a watermelon out of the Adamantine Circle to soothe his throat.
He also took several walnuts and two apples for the young dragon.
Eating walnuts would make her smarter, so he had to let the young dragon eat more.
The young dragon carefully nibbled at the apple. When it came to studying Dragon Language, she seemed a little lacking in intelligence.
Well, he'd be gentler when she crashed into the turtle that afternoon. Otherwise, if she killed the evil dragon's turtle, he would definitely hit her.
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