Black Dragon, When Will You Let Us Meet Your Dragonling?

The young dragon rode her bicycle into the river. Luckily, she was quick-witted and grabbed the bicycle. She tumbled in the river while holding onto the bicycle and was swept more than ten meters away. If Lance hadn't jumped into the river and grabbed her dragon tail, she would probably have been swept by the river to the lake near the Dragon God Temple.

I told this silly child to watch where she was going, but she still turned her head to look back. She's just learning to ride a bike and can't even turn properly yet, and she still dares to be distracted and look back. Luckily it was a river; if it were a cliff, she wouldn't have died. She has wings and can fly. I just wonder if this silly child will remember that she has wings and can fly when the time comes.

As for the bicycle, if it falls off a cliff, it will definitely be reduced to parts.

"Why are you holding onto a bicycle? Can't you see you're about to be swept away?"

"I... I'm worried the bicycle will get washed into the lake. You often fish there. What if you go fishing next time and don't catch any fish, but instead fish out this bicycle that's washed into the lake? I've heard from those skilled fishermen in Saint Blue City that..."

Most anglers, aside from not catching fish, can catch all sorts of random things!

Glug glug glug glug. The young dragon inexplicably sank into the river, and bubbles kept rising to the surface.

Lance dragged the baby dragon toward the shore, the baby dragon dragging the bicycle wheel.

Once ashore, Ingrid immediately ran over with a towel and used it to dry the baby dragon's bald head, wiping it first to prevent it from catching a cold.

His Little Dragon Highness's clothes were also wet, but fortunately there were some clean clothes for Little Dragon Highness to change into. His Little Dragon Highness's clothes were all suits, and he looked very handsome.

According to Little Dragon Highness, those handsome suits were all made by the Viscount.

"Your Little Dragon Highness, would you like to change your clothes?"

"No need, no need, this is fine. I'll change into clean clothes. If I fall while riding, they'll get dirty again. I'll just wear these clothes and keep practicing. Once I've learned how to ride, I'll take a shower and change into clean clothes."

Ingrid looked at Lance; if her Viscount agreed, then she would respect Little Dragon Highness's choice.

"It's alright, she's a young dragon, her physical abilities far surpass those of humans, there's no need to worry about her catching a cold."

As he spoke, Lance made a few gestures in the air with his right hand, and a golden talisman appeared out of thin air. It then flew to the Dragon Eye, circled around it a few times, and instantly dried the wet clothes on her body.

Daily life talisman: Little Sun Talisman.

When Ingrid saw this, her lips twitched almost imperceptibly. She said it was nothing, but the next second she used magic to dry the clothes on the Little Dragon Highness's body. She really treated the Little Dragon Highness like her own daughter.

"I won't catch a cold, but it's uncomfortable to wear wet clothes. We have the means, so why wear wet clothes? Okay, get up and continue practicing driving."

The young dragon looked down at its clothes, which had been restored to their original state, touched them with its claws, and stood up with a grin.

She checked the bicycle; it didn't seem to be damaged.

"Lance, I think I've got it." The young dragon picked up his bicycle and skillfully got on. "Hey, Lance, my bicycle tire seems to be crooked."

"It's not that the bicycle tire is bent, it's that the bicycle handlebars are bent."

Lance stepped forward, clamped the tire between his legs, and gently twisted the bicycle handlebars to adjust them for Young Dragon. "Alright, you can ride now."

"Hehe. Could you help me up again?"

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Young Dragon rode her bicycle slowly along the path in front of the Prince's Mansion. With Lance supporting her, she wasn't afraid of falling. After riding two or three laps, she felt she had mastered it and asked Lance to let go.

Lance let go.

Once Lance had released his grip, the young dragon gradually began to accelerate, riding faster and faster until her laughter echoed across the lawn under the night sky.

"Wow, Lance, I've learned to ride a bicycle! Look how fast I am! Haha, I've even learned to turn! Ingrid, aren't I awesome?!"

"Great job, Your Little Dragon Highness is the best!"

"Ingrid is the best too. I'll make you a barbecue another day."

"Great job, I think you're great too."

"I want to ride my bicycle and fly into the sky!"

???

no.

If Ingrid praises you, you'll get a barbecue.

If I praise you for being great, do you want to ride your bicycle and fly to the sky?

"Lance, Lance, how do I stop the bicycle? Hurry, I can't stop it! There's a big hill ahead, tell me how to stop it!"

Squeeze the brakes.

Where are the brakes?

"Pinch those two smooth, curved metal bars on your handlebars."

"Oh, oh, oh."

squeak--

"Ah--"

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Ingrid covered her face with her hands.

Lance instinctively closed his eyes and sighed. Was the Wisdom Fruit his dragon cub ate a fake? Had he been tricked by the Golden Dragon Austin? Slamming on the brakes at such high speed, the dragon cub actually performed a backflip, the bicycle spinning in the air with her before crashing onto her. "Help! Help me! I think I've hurt my back. Ingrid! Quick! Come quick and get this bicycle off me! I think I really have hurt my back!"

???

"Does Little Dragon Highness have a waist?" Instinctively puzzled, Ingrid still jogged over to the young dragon, removed the bicycle from him, and helped him up from the ground.

The baby dragon clutched its back with its claws, groaning repeatedly. Lance chuckled. It was nothing to bump into turtles all the time, but to break its back riding a bicycle? Quite something! When Ingrid helped the baby dragon to him, he examined it and confirmed it had indeed hurt its back. No big deal, a little treatment would fix it. He cast a Light Magic on the baby dragon, and its back pain subsided.

"You're going too fast. Don't slam on the brakes all at once. Use intermittent braking: lightly squeeze the brakes, release, then lightly squeeze again. Also, don't pedal hard when you're applying the brakes. You'll break the bicycle chain with that last pedal stroke."

"Oh, it's my first time riding, so I don't really know how. But if I ride it again, this definitely won't happen."

"Fine, I'll build you a bicycle that's custom-made to fit your height. I can't let you ride on tiptoe all the time."

"Okay, okay."

Anything produced by Evil Dragon is bound to be Fine Quality.

The bicycle made by humans broke after she rode it for a day.

She could ride a bicycle made by a dragon her whole life without it breaking.

Youlong carried the bicycle she had broken back to the palace. Ingrid kept trying to take the broken bicycle from Youlong, but Youlong refused. With her current strength, carrying a bicycle was a piece of cake for her.

Also, she's not Imperial Princess now, so there's no reason for her to ask Ingrid to help her with the car. If this thing broke in the Farolyn Empire, she wouldn't even glance at it and would just get up and leave.

Someone will help her clean up.

Sigh. Thinking about it, in the year or so that she lived by the dragon's side, it seems that the unique temperament and personality that belonged to Imperial Daughter have all disappeared. If she asks Ingrid to help her carry her bicycle, the dragon might even beat her up.

Within my capabilities, I should do my own work. I've been washing pots and pans for over a year, why should I care about carrying a bicycle?

On Black Dragon Island, she would also help the turtles clean their shells with that big brush.

Not only does she wash the turtle's shell, but she also cleans the Er Gouzi. If word got out that the Imperial Daughter of the Farolyn Empire was doing these things, probably no one would believe it.

I probably won't be going back to Black Dragon Island tonight. The dragon's true form is at the Dragon God Temple, Teleportation Gate is on its body.

I'll be sleeping at the Prince's Mansion tonight.

The custom-made bicycle won't be available tomorrow; all the materials for refining weapons are on Black Dragon Island.

After carrying the bicycle back into the courtyard of the Prince's Mansion, Youlong was about to go to the bathroom to take a shower when Lance called him back.

"I'm not sleeping here tonight."

"Huh? Where are we going to sleep then?"

"Go sleep in the Black Dragon's lair."

"Huh?! We're going to sleep in the dragon's lair?!"

Ingrid was the one who exclaimed in surprise. She had guessed that her Viscount had a good relationship with the Black Dragon, but she hadn't expected that their relationship would be this good.

It's so good that you could sleep in the Black Dragon's lair.

Isn't it said that dragons have an extremely strong sense of territory? Only human princesses, their future wives, and children can stay within their territories?

Any other creature that intrudes into the black dragon's territory is considered an intruder and will be driven away or even killed by the dragon? How could a man like the Viscount be allowed to sleep in the black dragon's lair?

Could it be that our Viscount is truly a knight of the Black Dragon?

"Your Excellency, did you just say you were going to sleep in the black dragon's lair?"

"Hmm, any questions?"

"No. Your Excellency, if you were to sleep in the Black Dragon's lair, would the Black Dragon allow it?"

"Probably."

The young dragon stared blankly at Lance. No, openly going to the Black Dragon to ask for Teleportation Gate —wasn't he afraid of his identity being exposed? "I think we should sleep here tonight. It's not safe to go looking for the Black Dragon."

"It's very safe."

It doesn't matter. He doesn't care much about whether his identity will be exposed. If anyone can guess it and produce evidence, he doesn't mind interacting with them as Black Dragon.

If that's unexpected, then let them continue to treat him as one of the two beings.

The young dragon's identity. He had been thinking about whether to give the young dragon a puppet body, until he saw the young dragon fall off its bicycle just now, and he realized.

Why make it so complicated? Keep it simple.

He defined his life as enjoying life and raising his children, not creating so many aliases to mislead the Dragon Island Giant Dragon and other creatures he knew.

Well, he didn't do that on purpose. The things that happened to him in the human world or other places are evidence of how hard he studied back then.

And he used the name Lance the whole time.

As for his appearance, as a druid in the Beastman Kingdom, he naturally couldn't look like a human; he moved around the Beastman Kingdom in the form of a dragon.

In the human world, everyone uses this face, but his most outstanding identity is that of the Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor.

As for his other identities, they are not worth mentioning; he is just an ordinary Extraordinary Person in the human world.

His recent actions seem to have contradicted his original intentions.

It's kind of fun.

But there's no need to exhaust yourself just for fun.

Lance had already planned it all out: he would just smear a layer of Squid Girl's ink on the baby dragon and be done with it, leaving the purple-gold vertical pupils undisguised.

As long as the dragon cub doesn't admit that it is Amethyst Dragonling, the other dragons can't do anything to it.

"Oh"

The young dragon obediently followed Lance. Ingrid wanted to say something, but after opening her mouth, she said nothing. What she could think of, the Viscount could not possibly have imagined.

Furthermore, the Viscount would occasionally leave Saint Blue. Perhaps, during the time the Viscount wasn't sleeping in Saint Blue, he was sleeping within the Black Dragon's territory.

Where is the Black Dragon's territory? I'll ask when I have time.

Dragon God Temple, Plaza.

The Bronze Dragon Melbourne transformed back into its dragon form, crouching opposite the black dragon, holding a playing card in its claws.

The Nightmare Dragon Colon also holds playing cards, as does the Black Dragon in its claws.

Lance naturally knew what was going on, because he taught the Bronze Dragon Melbourne and the Nightmare Dragon Colon Fight the Landlord).

The night was long, and since they weren't planning to sleep anyway, they might as well play a game of cards and win some money from the two "vegetable dragons" (a type of card game).

Verbal banter is no fun compared to playing Fight the Landlord a popular Chinese card game). Once they get tired of Fight the Landlord, I can teach them to play Chinese Chess.

"556677, the evil dragon Kelong, want it?"

"Pass."

"88991010".

The Bronze Dragon Melbourne pressed down, and the black dragon looked up at the Bronze Dragon Melbourne, "Are you stupid? We're fighting this evil dragon, Kelong, why are you pressing down on me?"

"I don't like the look of you. I can afford to lose a little money."

The black dragon grinned, wanting to slap the Bronze Dragon Melbourne to death.

"Hey, playing cards?"

"Little one, don't bother us if you have nothing to do. This is a dragon card game, so you humans shouldn't get involved."

"I'm looking for Black Dragon."

"What do you want with me?"

"I want to sleep in your territory tonight. Can I borrow your front door key?"

After asking and answering his own question, the black dragon placed the Teleportation Gate in a Space Ring and tossed it to the Human Lance.

Lance obtained the Teleportation Gate and left with the dragon cub.

When the Nightmare Dragon Colon saw this scene, his gray vertical pupils showed astonishment. The black dragon and the filthy thing had such a good relationship?

How could he allow this filthy thing to sleep in his territory? Could it be that this guy really signed Dragon Knight Contract with the filthy thing?

Melbourne Bronze Dragon, glanced at the black dragon with a surprised look, then his eyes revealed disdain. Pure-Blooded Black Dragon raised in the human world was so naive that it dared to trust even humans, creatures devoid of integrity.

It seems that the black dragon has been tricked into becoming "family" by the Human Lance.

"I have a bad temper. If you make me lose money, I'll beat you to death, you useless teammate."

"If you can't afford to play, you don't have to."

"Let's keep playing cards."

"One three."

"I'll play a four." The evil dragon Kelong was overjoyed. He was worried about not being able to play the smallest card in his dragon claw, but he didn't expect the Bronze Dragon to be so helpful.

The more fiercely the black dragon and the Bronze Dragon fought each other, the more gold and silver he would win.

Black Dragon: "Two."

Melbourne: "Pass."

Kelong: "Four Aces! I'm going to bomb! Xiao Wang, that's it. Pay up, pay up, hurry up!"

If he wasn't worried about not being able to get the 4th follower out, he would have exploded long ago.

Black Dragon and Melbourne each lost a Silver Coin.

"I'll shuffle the cards."

It's time to show Melbourne and Kelong what we've got.

He cheated by shuffling the cards simply to make himself the landlord.

He wants to control the outcome of the game, not his incompetent teammates.

"Black Dragon, when are you bringing your dragon cubs to Saint Blue to play?"