I'm Gone-Will Lance Be Lonely?

Mills, born into a prominent family, is not the kind of simple-minded playboy who can't resist beautiful girls. Although he usually appears to be a womanizer, in reality, he is cunning and has been secretly accumulating power.

They recruit extraordinary individuals with diverse personalities, formidable strength, and a mission to fulfill. She and the others in this carriage are such people.

Mills, who was able to recruit them and trust them, could not have won their trust if he were merely a nobleman with some background.

However, having been by Mills' side for so long, this was the first time she had ever seen him get drunk by a young girl.

Had Mills lowered his guard? No, it wasn't that Mills ' guard had lowered; it was that there was absolutely nothing about the girl in front of him that warranted their suspicion.

With clear and pure eyes and a clean aura, every move he made exuded an innocent and harmless demeanor.

There wasn't a trace of blood on her. From the moment she got on the bus, they added her to their list of "safe and harmless" girls.

Just now, for a moment, a hint of fear flashed in the girl's eyes. Was she afraid they would hurt her?

"If you had any ill intentions toward him, he wouldn't have come near you at all, little girl. Mills is much smarter than you think."

Young Dragon nodded in agreement. Mills was indeed very clever. When she first boarded the train, she really thought the other people in the carriage were passengers. She never expected that they were Mills's guards.

Maintaining these guards must be very expensive.

Mills ' family must be very wealthy.

Julianna observed the girl in front of her, trying to discern something from her. As it turned out, the girl was even more naive than she had imagined.

The girl readily admitted that Mills was very smart.

Could she really see Mills ' intelligence? "You guys come over and get to know Lucia. We'll be spending several days with Lucia in this carriage for the rest of the journey. Get to know her so you can chat with Lucia if you get bored later."

Upon hearing Julianna's words, the other passengers in the carriage came to the middle of the carriage and introduced themselves to Lucia one by one.

The swordsman carrying the pure black greatsword was the first to tell Lucia his name: "Lambert".

The Potion Master in Carriage Three smiled gently at Lucia: "My name is Nolan, and I am a Potion Master."

The man with long, fiery red hair in Carriage Six said coldly, "Owen."

A man in Carriage Seven, with a cat-like Pet Beast perched on his shoulder and his right hand on his chest, said, "My name is Morgan, and I am a Beast Tamer."

The girl in Carriage Eight, who was playing with cards, casually tossed one out. The card conjured a girl of light and shadow in the air. "Phyllis."

"Hello, my name is Lucia."

Young Dragon introduced himself again, saying that being in the same carriage as these people, the journey to the Water Kingdom shouldn't be too boring.

It would be even better if they weren't Mills's guards.

When Mills wakes up, he will definitely take the initiative to talk to her again.

You can't exactly smash Mills' hammer in front of these guards, can you?

If she were to do that, the guards would definitely see her as a bad person and attack her en masse.

If Lance were here, what would he do in this situation? He would ignore Mills's guards and knock Mills unconscious, or tie him up and throw him aside.

Lance would never compromise himself.

He'll make anyone who annoys him annoyed.

Thinking of Lance, the young dragon suddenly realized, "That's right, why should I wrong myself?"

If Mills ' behavior displeased her, she could knock him unconscious, tie Mills up, and throw him in a corner right in front of the guards. What could they say? She hadn't hurt Mills; she just didn't want Mills bothering her.

Besides, she's not entirely without connections.

Her father is Black Dragon.

She herself is the Queen of the Saint Blue Kingdom.

She's Imperial Daughter of the Farolyn Empire. If we're really comparing backgrounds, it should be Mills's guards who are afraid.

So why should she wrong herself?

One's thoughts must be clear.

"Lucia, do you know what kind of business the Mills family is in?"

Julianna sat down opposite the baby dragon. "May I have some peanuts or beef jerky?"

"Okay, I don't know what business the Mills family does. I'm not from the Kloss Kingdom."

Julianna raised an eyebrow. No wonder the girl didn't like Mills, this handsome young man; it turned out he wasn't from the Kloss Kingdom.

"The Mills family runs multinational businesses. For example, the multinational train we are on now is a business of the Mills family. The trains to the Water Kingdom are all built and operated by the Mills family. The Mills family also has considerable influence in the Water Kingdom Water Kingdom, and Mills even has a title there."

Although he was only a minor viscount.

Julianna revealed Mills's background to Lucia while subtly observing Lucia's reactions. The other passengers in the carriage would also occasionally glance at Lucia's reactions.

To Julianna's surprise, Lucia's reaction remained indifferent throughout. Whether Juliana mentioned that the Mills family was involved in international business or that Mills also held a title in the Water Kingdom, the little girl named Lucia showed no reaction.

What she said didn't seem to appeal to Lucia at all.

If there's no reaction from this, then Lucia still doesn't react, it means she's really overthinking things.

"Oh, by the way, Mills is also one of the family's heirs."

???

It's responding!

But the girl's reaction seemed a bit off. It wasn't excitement, nor surprise, but fear? She was afraid? Hearing that Mills was one of the family heirs, her first reaction was fear? He wasn't the heir, so what was she afraid of? A normal reaction shouldn't be excitement, or a touch of concern, but fear? Panic?

There was even a hint of disdain in her voice? No, she couldn't be mistaken, could she?

The girl actually looked down on him? She looked down on Mills's background?

The key point is that the girl's reactions were not faked at all; they were her genuine reactions.

"Are you scared?"

The young dragon nodded.

What are you afraid of?

"I'm afraid of getting myself into some inexplicable conflict or trouble. You are Mills's bodyguards. You said that Mills is one of the family's heirs, which also implies that there are other heirs in their family. If there is open or covert struggle among the heirs of a large family, there may be terrible things such as assassination, kidnapping, and imprisonment."

Mills may be facing this situation right now. I'm afraid that the people who kidnap or assassinate Mills will mistakenly think I'm close to Mills and assassinate me too."

The young dragon's voice trembled with tears. "A killer! Cold-blooded and ruthless, every move he makes is meant to kill." She didn't want to encounter such a terrifying being.

No wonder there were Extraordinary Person guards in Mills's carriage; it must be to prevent her from being assassinated or kidnapped. Huh? The girl isn't stupid. She actually thought of that. Before Lucia, she had met many girls who wanted to become Mills's girlfriend or wife, including some noble girls. Their first thought was that becoming Mills's girlfriend or even wife would bring them endless wealth.

They also have rights and status.

The girl in front of him was the first person who thought she would be implicated by Mills' identity.

The reason she revealed Mills's background to Lucia was, in addition to testing whether the girl was a tool used by the other heirs of the Mills family to deal with Mills.

There was also a sense of wanting to remind them.

"Stop testing this girl. Just by looking at her, you can tell she couldn't possibly be an assassin sent by Mills's enemies."

She exuded no murderous intent, no sorrow, and no resentment or bitterness in her eyes. Her entire being radiated vitality and happiness; such a girl could not possibly be threatened or coerced.

Potion Master Nolan walked up to Julianna and patted Julianna shoulder with a smile.

"I'm just afraid we might end up in a mess. Better safe than sorry. All our hopes are on Mills."

"That makes sense. However, on this journey, we'll likely have one more person to protect. If we encounter an attack along the way, we must ensure that this girl isn't implicated, while also guaranteeing Mills' Mills."

"Once Mills wakes up, have Mills arrange for the girl to move to another carriage."

"Alright."

The young dragon sat in his seat listening to the discussion among the Mills guards, feeling utterly hopeless. Even a simple ride could expose him to the power struggles and infighting among the heirs of powerful families. It was anything but relaxing.

In her imagination, her journey home should be accompanied by flowers, fine wine, and beautiful scenery, but reality was slightly different from her imagination. Oh well, she encountered a deadly danger and turned into Amethyst Dragonling to escape.

Wait, it seems she can't transform into Amethyst Dragonling anymore, right? The curse is gone, so can she still transform into an amethyst Amethyst Dragonling? No, that's not right. The curse isn't completely gone; she still has two little dragon horns on her head. Maybe she can still transform into Amethyst Dragonling.

Once the dragon horns on its head disappear, it may no longer be able to transform into Amethyst Dragonling.

"You guys chat, I'm a little drunk, I'm going back to the private room to sleep for a while."

"Okay, once Mills wakes up, we'll have him arrange for you to move to another carriage."

"I think it would be better if you moved Mills to another carriage. That would ensure our safety. What do you think?"

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Julianna dismissed the suggestion that "we think your suggestion is to kill Mills's baby dragon" with a smile.

Young Dragon went back to his private room to sleep.

Mills might face assassination or kidnapping, but the chances of that happening on a speeding train are relatively small.

I'm going to sleep now. I shouldn't worry about things involving strangers.

Lance said it.

Worrying about strangers' affairs is just draining your energy.

Internal strife will damage one's mental and physical well-being.

The secret to being happy, joyful, young, and beautiful is to ignore everything else and focus solely on studying the classics.

Sleep, sleep, sleep.

Her Lucky Coin contained a painting that could save her life.

She's not afraid of anyone.

Anyway, they can't beat Lance.

The young dragon slept straight through until the afternoon.

After waking up and leaving her private compartment, she walked back and forth in the aisle of the carriage for a while before returning to her own compartment. She ate some fruit, drank some juice, took out a small barbecue grill, and grilled a slice of beef and three large white steamed buns in her compartment.

After eating and drinking my fill, I put away the oven, took out a book from my Lucky Coin and read for a while, then lay down on the bed and went to sleep.

On Black Dragon Island, I developed a habit of wanting to sleep as soon as I was full and satisfied.

The moment her head touched the pillow, Youlong suddenly sat up. Oh no, it seems she hasn't practiced her Life Nurturing Exercise for many days.

If Lance found out, wouldn't he beat her hands until they were swollen with a ruler?

No, no, no, I need to practice a set of Longevity Art before going to sleep.

She couldn't fall behind in her studies. If Lance found her in the future, she could at least proudly tell Lance that she had been studying diligently during her time as a wanderer.

After the sun set, the young dragon practiced a set of Longevity Art in the private room, and then lay down on the bed, satisfied, to drift off to sleep.

You don't need to write an essay.

No matter how well it was written, I wouldn't receive an award from Lance.

Thinking of the certificate, the young dragon, who was lying idly in bed, took out the certificate from his Lucky Coin and started looking at it.

[Three Good Young Dragon Award].

Hehe, this is a certificate made of pure silver.

[Excellent Composition Award] Silver Award.

Silver Award the Thousand Character Draconic Award.

These are all honors she received on Black Dragon Island.

After putting away the Silver Award, she took out several gold certificates from her Lucky Coin.

[Five Good Young Dragon] Gold Award! Hehe, in order to obtain this gold certificate, she developed in all aspects—morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor—for a period of time before finally obtaining this pure gold certificate.

Lance said, "This gold medal contains a being that excels in morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor. If you throw this medal out when you encounter danger, you can summon a dragon."

I can't bear to part with it. There are two giant dragons on this gold medal, one big and one small. The small dragon is her, and the big dragon is Lance.

Lance also said that if he ever ran out of money, he could sell the certificates and become rich again.

Hey, there's no way she'd sell it. She'd rather go to work and earn money than sell her gold medal.

[Young Dragon Breath Improvement Award] Gold Award! When her Dragon Breath could be extended to ten meters, Lance awarded her this gold certificate.

[Young Dragon Growth Award] Gold Award! When a dragon bump grew on its head, Lance worked through the night to create this gold certificate.

Holding a pure cotton rag, the young dragon carefully wiped the gold medal certificate. Looking out the dark window, the image of Lance appeared in his mind.

What is Lance doing at this moment?

Should we try to contact her again?

They must be frantic, worried sick about losing their three-year-old dragon cub. They might even be wondering if their lost cub has been tricked into becoming a mount by humans. "Don't worry, the Lance family's dragon cub isn't that stupid. It's impossible for it to be tricked into becoming a mount."

She chuckled to herself, then the smile vanished from the young dragon's eyes. She wasn't on Black Dragon Island. When Lance cooked, who would help him? Who would prepare the side dishes? After he finished cooking, he'd have to wash the pots and pans himself. At night, he might wake up in the middle of the night and instinctively cover her with the blanket she'd kicked off. If he woke up in the middle of the night and saw his sleeping spot was empty, would he feel lonely?