Fertilizer Has a Fragrance-Little Dragon Highness, Come Smell It

Fear and despair enveloped the young dragon Lucia.

The evil dragon was too arrogant, sitting brazenly in the center of the temple, painting over the statue of the Valkyrie.

Only the most devout and most skilled Missionary Clergy are qualified to paint Divine Portrait.

Those who are not missionary clergy are not qualified.

The dragon was not only not Missionary Clergy, but not even a clergyman. He was not qualified to draw images of gods or deities, and she did not know, nor did she want to know, what the consequences would be if he forcibly drew images of gods or deities.

Now she just wants to kneel down and watch the evil dragon draw Divine Portrait.

The dragon is not afraid of the Valkyrie's Divine Punishment, but she is.

If I had known the evil dragon was going to come to the temple and paint the Valkyrie Statue in front of Valkyrie, I would have preferred to support him in "borrowing" the Valkyrie Statue last night.

"I... I... I have limited energy and don't want to learn to draw for the time being, Lance. How about we go draw outside the temple?"

"I'm too lazy to move, so let's stop here. Don't be so nervous. I've told you before, the gods aren't as petty as you think. Drawing pictures of the gods' statues won't make them hold a grudge against you. Besides, the gods probably don't have time to watch over their believers every day."

If you have good intentions and respect, even if you occasionally do something outrageous in front of gods or idols, the gods will not blame you.

The gods are kind and merciful. My actions may seem like blasphemy, but in reality, when I paint the gods, my heart is purer and my eyes are clearer than ever.

I am more devout than the most pious clergy. You, and those other clergy, don't understand me, but the Valkyrie does.

Divine Punishment?

If someone were to commit an act of blasphemy and the divine spirit were to sense it, the divine spirit might unleash Divine Punishment.

Lance did not believe that his act of painting the Valkyrie was blasphemous.

The moment he picked up the paintbrush, all the jumbled thoughts in his mind vanished, leaving him feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

The young dragon, now shrunk to about 1.5 meters tall, felt that the evil dragon's temperament had changed again.

Calm, easygoing, carefree, fearless, undaunted.

Does this seem like someone who blasphemes against the gods?

Can someone who blasphemes possess such a clean, pure, fresh, and natural temperament? Yes.

Fresh and natural.

It's strange, though. Fresh and natural is used to describe air, but Young Dragon never imagined that one day these four words could also be used to describe a person's temperament.

The ever-changing dragon.

He can be a flamboyant dragon.

It can be a poor dragon.

It can be a stingy and willful evil dragon.

It could be a childish and playful evil dragon.

It can be a fresh and natural evil dragon.

Unlike the legendary evil dragon staring at the statue of the Valkyrie, it seems to be conceiving how to write it in its mind.

The young dragon tiptoed back a few steps and beckoned to the bishop, the Golden Feather Knight, and the priest standing in front of the statue, signaling the three clergymen to come over from both sides of the temple.

The Fat Bishop, the Golden Feather Knight, and the priest understood the young dragon's gesture. They subconsciously imitated the young dragon's earlier actions and tiptoed towards it.

Halfway there, the Fat Bishop suddenly realized that this was their home ground, so why were they being so cautious?

Furthermore, why should the clergy of the temple take orders from a young dragon? Well, they've come this far, let's hear what the young dragon has to say to them.

"Father, please take these two clergymen to stand at the temple entrance and do not allow believers to enter the temple for the time being, so as not to disturb the evil man and prevent him from painting."

"Good." The Fat Bishop thought the little dragon made sense. Before the madman sitting in the center of the temple picked up his paintbrush, he felt that the madman was out of place in the temple, like a drop of ink on a piece of white paper.

That feeling suddenly vanished in an instant. Now, looking at him again, the person sitting in the center of the temple, painting with a brush, is unusually harmonious with the temple. When you look at him, you no longer feel that sense of being an outsider. It's harmonious, natural, as if he is a part of the temple, as if he should have been there all along. The priests of the temple have become "outsiders." It's really outrageous.

They must have been influenced by the person sitting in the center of the temple.

Who exactly is that person? A small Lionheart City shouldn't have someone like him. Someone as outstanding and enigmatic as him should be in the capital.

It allows one to integrate into the temple environment, making the clergy appear as "outsiders."

It feels a bit like the legendary "domain"? It's like it, but it's not.

Forget it, we can't afford to mess with this kind of person. As long as he doesn't blaspheme against the gods, that's fine. As for getting rid of him, the paladins from headquarters will have to come to Lionheart City. Wait, why would a bishop be commanded by a little dragon?

He's a bishop, doesn't he have any dignity?

"Young Dragon. You."

"Shh, keep your voice down. And when you address me as Young Dragon, please add the title 'Your Highness.' You can address me as 'Your Highness Young Dragon' like the young lady of the City Lord's Mansion's Your Highness."

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The young dragon fears the gods, but not the clergy of the temple. She is Imperial Daughter of the Farolyn Empire, and only clergy of the Pope's rank can intimidate her.

In this respect, her arrogant Imperial Sister is better than her; she is not afraid of the Imperial Sister Pope all.

That stinky Imperial Sister must be trying to emulate that ancient figure and weaken the influence of the temples within the empire on imperial power.

If she could do that, she really wouldn't want to admit that her stinky Imperial Sister was better than her. The Valkyrie Painting took the dragon almost three hours to draw.

"I'm hungry. Let's go, little dragon, let's go eat."

What do you want to eat?

What would you like to eat?

"I want to drink coffee, eat steak, eat dessert, and touch the Catgirl's fluffy cat ears and tail."

"Sure, let's go. I happen to have a bottle of red wine left over from last night. I'll let you try it later."

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The bishop, the priest, and the Golden Feather Knight stood at the temple entrance, watching Your Highness Young Dragon and that madman leave.

During the afternoon prayers, they again asked the Valkyrie to forgive them for not being brave enough. They simply couldn't muster the courage to face that madman.

The key is that he can also make himself look very compatible with the temple, something that the clergy cannot do.

That made them very uncomfortable.

The young dragon was even more upset. Even while she was enjoying her lunch, her dragon claws were still touching the Catgirl's fluffy cat tail and ears.

What was she doing in the afternoon? She and Joanna were fertilizing the soil in the garden they had prepared!

What are those high-quality, fertile fertilizer raw materials? They're dragon dung from evil dragons!

I petted the cute Catgirl at noon.

In the afternoon, I played with the dragon's stinky poop with Joanna, the young lady of the City Lord's Mansion. She is Imperial Daughter of the Farolyn Empire. On the twenty-second day after being captured from the capital by the dragon, she learned how to fertilize before she learned how to farm. What is the dragon doing? He lay on the rocking chair, counting the money Joanna earned from selling takoyaki last night.

Joanna changed the Nuo Silver to Nuo Gold, which means the dragon is lying on the rocking chair counting gold coins. (╬◣д◢) "Your Little Dragon Highness, this fertilizer is really good quality. Where did you get it? It seems to have a fragrance. You can smell it if you don't believe me."

The innocent and naive young lady of the City Lord's Mansion, Joanna, took a handful of distinct fertilizer granules from a clean bag and offered them to the young dragon wearing a mask, letting it smell them.

"Ugh!!! Joanna!!! I'm going to bite you to death!!!!! You idiot, do you know what you're doing?!"