Good people? He, the black dragon Lance, liked good people best.
When he walked through the human world, he occasionally did good deeds as well. Accumulating virtue and doing good deeds would bring him luck.
It really did make him luckier.
Among his inherited memories was a fragment about a black dragon who liked robbing tombs. That black dragon always lost whenever he gambled and was buried under a mountain of debt.
Like the black dragon in his inherited memories, it was obvious at a glance that he had done too many bad things.
That was why his luck was so bad.
He liked good people like Brandon, who was willing to use his own wages to do good deeds.
Not to mention that this butler had spent all the money on those human children who had neither parents nor family.
The butler's kindness would change those children's fates. At the very least, they would not steal or rob when they grew up. Those children who had experienced kindness might pass Brandon's kindness on when they grew up.
Since he had met such a good person, helping him fulfill his last wish was no trouble.
"Solomon, I really like this person. Don't let him leave Hell, whatever you do. Help me train him properly. After I die, I want him to become my Death God Assistant."
"Training him is no problem, but can you tell me roughly when you're going to die?"
"Soon, soon. I have a feeling. I won't live for many more years."
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Solomon had the feeling that history was repeating itself. Soon, soon, I won't live for many more years. Then Lance, that bastard, would turn around and live for another hundred years. No matter what, he still prayed to the Nether God in his heart,