Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress

Lance was protective of those close to him.

Having had a few encounters with Lance before, he only knew that Lance could paint, was daring, a wild character, and was the young master of Blue Moon Perfume.

Upon meeting again today, he found out that Lance was not merely the young master of Blue Moon Perfume, but its founder, and had been alive... much longer than he had imagined. Read new adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

Andre was an ancient from over two thousand years ago, and Lance... was actually Andre's teacher, a two-thousand-year-old freak.

For his student... he dared to confront the Valkyrie Temple directly, even provoking them verbally, and when necessary, he might even dare to silence their knights.

The demon that came from another realm said it wanted to stew the young dragon it was nurturing, but in the end... the demon willingly entered the pot...

It might even have to lie in the steamer...

Protective.

Extremely protective.

"Lord Steven, does Lord Lance... really want to steam and eat that demon?"

"No, as brutal as he is, he would never do something like steaming and eating a demon. He doesn't have the scent of blood on him, nor is there any malevolence.

Throwing the demon into the pot was just to let off steam, to make the demon suffer a bit, to show the demon he could be more wicked.

Besides, the demon is too powerful to be killed by boiling water or to be steamed to death. Just watch... that demon named Ulysses... will end up as Andre's familiar in the end."

Steven didn't believe Lance would actually eat a demon to satisfy a craving.

"Let's go, no need to watch anymore. The fate of this demon is now in Lance's hands. No matter how much it struggles... in the end, it will obediently become Andre's familiar."

Steven glanced at Lance below him and walked away.

Seeing this, the other knights of the Valkyrie Temple also followed and left. The little dragon with the amethyst turtle shell on its head... should not be treated as an ordinary dragon.

In the future, when seeing her, it's best to be more courteous. Behind her stands someone... whom neither demons nor Holy Knights can afford to provoke—a freak.

Inside the Golden Courtyard, the dragon with the turtle shell on its head was fueling the fire, occasionally fanning the flames with a fan.

That despicable demon wanted to eat her, but now it's good, thrown into the pot by the Evil Dragon. When the water temperature rises and it wakes from its stupefaction to see itself lying in a pot, it would be scared half to death.

Louis, Bazel, and Dalton circled the pot, having never seen a real demon in all their lives.

Tales of the demon's terror had always circulated in the Human World.

Those who had actually seen a demon... were actually very few.

However, whenever a demon descended upon the Human World, it would invariably bring about terrible turbulence, and sometimes... only with the intervention of the Temple could the demon be suppressed.

"The spines on the demon's back... seem to be quite hard. Would they poke a hole through your pot, Old Master Lance?"

Louis flicked the blood-red spines on the back of the demon Ulysses, expressing admiration. The demon was still alive; if it were dead... they could cut off some of its spines to see if they could be made into knives.

"Eh? Old Master? What are you doing? You... you want the demon's horns too?"

"What do you know? Demon horns are a medicinal ingredient, good for concocting potions. The horns have no use on its head; they might as well become my medicinal herbs."

Lance stared at the horns on Ulysses's head for a while, then gestured to his Dragon Whelp: "Dragon Whelp, don't you have a saw? Come... saw off these two horns on the demon's head."

"My saw is for cutting Gold..."

"What gold? In the future, if you want anything, just ask Andre. Now saw off these two demon horns."

"Won't it spray me with... blood?"

"I told you to saw its horns, not its head. As long as you don't saw too close to its scalp... there won't be any bleeding... Never mind, give me the saw. I'll do it.

The powder produced while sawing the horns... cannot be wasted either. Collect it, and when you return, see if you can develop a new Extraordinary Elixir."

The Young Dragon Lucia took out a saw from the Lucky Coin and handed it to the Evil Dragon: "Wouldn't it be quicker to just shave it off with a greatsword?"

"You don't understand... When harvesting medicinal herbs, you can't be so rough. You need to be gentle, to give the herbs the sense that you will take care of them."

"???"

Is that so?

Using a saw to saw off the demon's horns is gentle?

"Won't it get scared when you saw it slowly with the saw?"

"It won't."

"Then you using a greatsword shouldn't scare it either."

"If I use a greatsword... and this demon wakes up midway, moving its head... if we're lucky... the whole head will be gone; if we're not so lucky... half the head will be gone.

Think about it... how bloody would that scene be? Using a saw is different, you can accurately saw off the demon horns. And if your hand shakes a bit during the process... at most the demon's head gets scratched, bleeds a bit. No fatal damage will occur.

I'm still planning to have him sign a Familiar contract with Andre."

"I don't want it," Andre suddenly interjected from the side. "I don't want a hornless demon; it's too ugly."

"???"

"You're already looking down on them before the mid-level demons disdain you?"

Lance took the saw handed to him by the Dragon Whelp and began to saw off the demon horns. Indeed, these horns could be used in potions.

Favoring not to saw too close to Ulysses's scalp, he left a stump, and after a few years, a dozen, or several decades, it would grow out a pair of new demon horns again.