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The most important thing is... painting... can give an Evil Dragon a melancholy temperament, and I\'ve heard that princesses in the Human World really like handsome guys with a bit of a melancholy air.

In order to become an Evil Dragon with a touch of melancholy, Lance learned to paint.

Whether he became an Evil Dragon with a melancholy temperament after learning to paint... Lance did not know, as no princess had actively confessed to him yet, though he had scared a few princesses to tears.

The legendary love stories between Evil Dragons and princesses had nothing to do with this Black Dragon.

Sometimes Lance wondered if the Evil Dragons liked by princesses... could be Red Dragons?

The Red Dragon had a hot temper, but its dragon scales, red as blazing flames, were indeed very dashing.

Although he believed his own scales were also stylish, even more so than those of the Red Dragon...

Yet his scales would never dazzle like those of the Red Dragon.

To see the beauty in his scales, one needed a pair of eyes adept at finding beauty.

Finding such a pair of eyes was difficult.

After all, not all beings were like the Giant Dragon, with vertical pupils capable of recognizing the beauty of creatures from all races.

But it didn\'t matter, he had never thought about dating a princess from the Human World anyway.

He learned painting more to let the princesses in the Human World know he was a highly talented Evil Dragon.

Not the kind that only knew how to coerce princesses into love, raid human towns and caravans, or other races.

"Woof woof..."

The Hellhound Er Gou Zi barked as it ran from afar.

Arriving beside Lance, Er Gou Zi rubbed his dragon tail with its two heads and then laid down in front of the easel.

It had to make sure it was always visible to Evil Dragon Lance at all times.

This was the wisdom Er Gou Zi gleaned from having its legs broken three times, being flung dozens of times by the dragon\'s tail, and having its tail flattened hundreds of times by the dragon\'s rump.

Looking at Turtle floating on the sea... getting its turtle shell cleaned by the Young Dragon.

Er Gou Zi felt a bit irked, Turtle did not hide its disdain for it, the Young Dragon could clean its shell, and so could it.

It\'s just that the method of cleaning the shell was a bit different.

The Young Dragon brought by the Evil Dragon used a brush to clean Turtle\'s shell.

If it were to clean Turtle\'s shell, it would lick with its tongue.

First, it would breathe Hellfire to disinfect Turtle\'s shell, then lick it all over with its tongue, ensuring the shell shone brighter than its own bowl.

Turtle didn\'t understand what luxury was and always complained that it wasn\'t clean.

Actually, it was very clean. Evil Dragon Lance would vaccinate it against rabies every now and then and occasionally feed it some potion, which he said could deworm.

What kind of worm could parasitize on a Hellhound?

Could the Hellfire on its body not incinerate the so-called parasites that Evil Dragon Lance talked about?

Er Gou Zi turned its head to glance behind, Evil Dragon Lance was going to paint, and from this distance... it seemed unlikely to be within Lance\'s field of vision while painting.

The gaze of Evil Dragon Lance seemed to stay fixated on Turtle and the Young Dragon.

Only painting Turtle and the Young Dragon?

That won\'t do, it\'s the dog of this household; it must also be in the painting that Evil Dragon Lance creates.

In the words of Evil Dragon Lance, this is called a "family portrait".

Really didn\'t want to admit that the Young Dragon that wished to raise pigs was a part of this household.

Since the Young Dragon arrived, Evil Dragon Lance no longer stroked its head.

It longed to be petted on the head by Evil Dragon Lance.

Lying on the beach, would Evil Dragon Lance include it in the painting?

After a discussion between its two heads, Er Gou Zi felt that Evil Dragon Lance would certainly ignore it subconsciously.

To avoid being forgotten outside of the painting, it was crucial to get into the sea, swim up to Turtle, and preferably, leap onto its back. That way, Evil Dragon Lance wouldn\'t leave it out.

"Family portrait, here I come, Er Gou Zi!"

Splashes appeared on the golden sea as Er Gou Zi swam toward Turtle, bathing in the golden light.

.......

A fearsome dog intruded into the beautiful scene.

Lance was constructing new images in his mind, and he would need to think of a new name for the painting.

[Golden Friendship] [Young Dragon and Turtle and Dog] [The Dog Chasing Dragon and Turtle] [Doggy, We\'re About to Set Sail]

He could think of a name later; the priority was to create a precious memory for the Young Dragon.

A Crystal Ball emitting a soft glow flew out from Lance\'s dragon horn and landed on top of the easel.

Memory Crystal Ball.

Upon activating the Memory Crystal Ball, it would automatically capture the scene and save the images it took.

When one wanted to reminisce, they could take out the Memory Crystal Ball, activate the projection function, and the captured images would be projected into the Void.

Long after he, Turtle, and Er Gou Zi had perished from old age, the images captured by the Memory Crystal Ball would become the Young Dragon\'s most precious memory.

It would make a fine inheritance to give to the Young Dragon.

The yet-unnamed painting would also become part of the inheritance he\'d leave for the Young Dragon.

He only had three expectations for the Young Dragon: 1, to live longer than him.

2, to evolve into a Pureblood Amethyst Young Dragon before the age of one thousand.

3, to become a Dragon... Giant Dragon, even better than him, and hopefully, call him "Daddy" before reaching one thousand years old.

"Ah ah ah... help... save me... Er Gou Zi, move away, you\'re going to fall..."

"Woof woof woof!!!"

The Young Dragon accidentally fell from Turtle\'s shell into the sea. Just as Er Gou Zi had swum close, ready to climb aboard, he watched helplessly as the Young Dragon tumbled from the Turtle\'s back, landing on Er Gou Zi\'s two dog heads and pushing him into the sea...

The golden sea bubbled incessantly, and Lance wasn\'t sure if the Young Dragon or Er Gou Zi was drinking the seawater.

The Young Dragon was clumsy.

And how had Er Gou Zi become so dumb?

With a grin, Lance, holding his paintbrush, captured this scene, intending to draw a few chibi-style paintings later.

After floundering in the sea for a while, the Young Dragon flapped its wings and flew back onto Turtle\'s back.

Er Gou Zi barked, signaling for the Young Dragon to give it a lift, which it seemed not to understand.

"You pig-raising Young Dragon, Er Gou Zi is asking you to give him a hand. That\'s what he\'s barking," Lance translated Er Gou Zi\'s barks for the Young Dragon.

"I am not a pig-raising Young Dragon!"

Because Evil Dragon wouldn\'t let her raise pigs.

With a brush in hand, the Young Dragon glared at Er Gou Zi.

Considering they might stay on the island for a long time, the Young Dragon eventually relented and handed the brush handle to Er Gou Zi to bite, pulling him up.

"Woof woof... woof woof woof..."

"Er Gou Zi wants you to dangle your dragon tail so he can bite it, then you pull him up," Lance interpreted.

"Dream on, you smelly dog."

"!!"

Damn it, the Young Dragon that Evil Dragon Lance had found was calling him a smelly dog!!!

As Lance began to paint, he no longer paid attention to the Young Dragon and Er Gou Zi causing a ruckus in the sea.

After the painting was complete, it would hang in the highest place of the study. When his time came and the Young Dragon one day gazed upon the painting, recalling this very moment, she might shed tears and possibly whisper: My dear Evil Dragon daddy, Lucia misses you...