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The Evil Dragon was too bad, using Er Gouzi as bait was one thing, but he didn\'t even spare her, a "fake Young Dragon."

Using a Young Dragon as bait, what if she, the fake Young Dragon, was really eaten by a Deep Sea Beast?

Sea Beasts are very large in size. In some legends, some Sea Beasts are even larger than Giant Dragons, and there are even some that can swallow Giant Dragons and hunt them.

Sea Monsters full of tentacles seem to be able to hunt Giant Dragons and devour them.

There are also Sea Monsters that can crush islands, resembling Wild Snakes in appearance.

There are many kinds of strange and ferocious Sea Monsters in the deep sea. If Evil Dragon Lance really encountered such a dreadful and ugly Sea Monster... he might not be able to defeat it...

The deep sea is still a forbidden area for humankind.

Human ships only dare to sail in coastal waters and do not venture into the deep sea because there are too many Sea Monsters in the deep sea...

The island where the Evil Dragon resides... is it in coastal waters?

Or in the deep sea?

If it\'s in the coastal waters, then it\'s not too bad; with the strength of the Evil Dragon... he should be able to defeat the Sea Monsters of the coastal waters...

If it\'s in the deep-sea region...

The Evil Dragon\'s island might be attacked by Sea Monsters at any time.

Should I ask?

Or better not to ask, what does a Young Dragon know about coastal waters or the deep sea.

Coastal waters and the deep sea are the Human World\'s division of the boundless ocean, and they also represent the extent of the human exploration of the sea.

Lucia lay down in her sleeping spot, waiting for the Evil Dragon to call her for lessons.

The Evil Dragon was touching up his painting in the study, the one painted at sunset, with her, Er Gouzi, and Turtle all in it.

Despite being afraid that the painting by the Evil Dragon carried an ominous power, she had to admit that the painting by the Evil Dragon... was really beautiful and full of artistic conception.

She liked it very much and even wanted to take it with her when she left.

Once she became the Empress, the value of the Evil Dragon\'s painting would skyrocket, and when she died of old age, that painting might become one of the "masterpieces" of the Phalan Empire.

If that painting really ended up being taken back to the empire by her, she would definitely use it as a burial object and take it to her mausoleum.

"It\'s done."

"Ah? Done? What\'s done?"

Lucia, lying on the soft grass, instinctively got up and nervously joined the conversation, which had become a natural response.

"The retouching is done."

Evil Dragon put down the brush in his Dragon Claw, turned around, and hung the touched-up painting at the highest place in the study. This painting was "Family Portrait," and it would later become part of his inheritance to the Young Dragon, so naturally, it had to be hung where it was most conspicuous.

"Do you want to come over and take a look?"

"Yes, yes, I would."

The Young Dragon came to the study, and indeed, the painting looked better after the Evil Dragon\'s retouching, making the Young Dragon, Turtle, and Er Gouzi in the painting seem more lifelike, and the glow of the sunset felt realistic.

Standing in front of the painting, she felt as if she were in the painting itself.

What a multi-talented Evil Dragon...

If all the dragons from the legends were like Lance, then princesses kidnapped by Evil Dragons probably wouldn\'t resist making contact with them so much.

"It\'s full of a dreamy sense..."

"Do you like it?"

"I like it."

"Good if you like it."

The young dragon felt a surge of delight; by the sound of the Evil Dragon\'s words, it seemed the Evil Dragon was preparing to give her the painting.

She prayed that the Evil Dragon would give her the painting soon.

It was certain that the Evil Dragon wouldn\'t give her the painting any time soon; if he intended to give it away, he would not have hung it in the study.

"The Dragon Script I taught you this morning, have you learned to write it yet?"

"I have."

They were just a couple dozen simple Dragon Script characters; writing them over and over, she quickly learned them.

After all, she had learned the writing of the Dwarf Tribe, Elf Race, and Orc Tribe; she had a foundation and found learning Dragon Script was naturally a bit faster.

"Then, go write a short essay in Dragon Script with the title: \'My Evil Dragon Daddy.\'

"???"

My Evil Dragon... Daddy?

Lucia doubted the Evil Dragon had given the right title; shouldn\'t the topic for a short essay be: \'My Evil Dragon Husband?\'

"Lance... the topic of the short essay... did you... say it wrong?"

"No... I... Oh, I said one word too many. The topic is: \'My Dragon Daddy.\' Use those couple dozen characters you\'ve learned to write a brief essay. If you don\'t have any memories of your Dragon Daddy...

then the topic can be changed to \'My Dragon Mommy\' instead."

Getting slightly anxious, he realized he couldn\'t rush the young dragon into calling him Daddy; it needed to happen naturally.

It was better not to have an agenda when interacting with the young dragon, as she might detect it and grow averse.

As they spent more time together, affection would naturally develop. Once the young dragon started to trust him, depend on him, and grow fond...

when the time came, she would naturally call him "Daddy."

"I don\'t have a Dragon... Daddy... um... I understand, I\'ll try my best to write something. But if you\'re not satisfied with it... you can\'t hit me."

She wasn\'t a real young dragon, so she had neither a Dragon Daddy nor a Dragon Mommy.

If the Evil Dragon tasked her with writing a short essay titled \'My Dragon Daddy\' or \'My Dragon Mommy,\' she could easily write ten thousand words using human language.

But not in Dragon Script; with just a couple dozen characters, which were repetitive, she could at most write an essay within a hundred words.

If the topic of the short essay were changed to \'My Emperor Father,\' her literary abilities would surely amaze the Evil Dragon.

"I won\'t hit you. This is just a little test to see how well you can construct sentences in Dragon Script."

"Oh."

Lucia took out her Dragon Script practice book from the Lucky Coin and walked over to the desk, ready to write the short essay.

Lance didn\'t supervise her from the side; his presence would pressure the young dragon, so it was better to let her express herself freely.

He had other business to attend to; he had yet to subcontract out the bounty task sent to him by Death God Solomon. At this time, Bounty Hunters in the Human World would likely be at the Guild, drinking and boasting while checking if there were any worthy bounty tasks to accept.

As the Evil Dragon\'s massive body shrank, the keen-eyed young dragon noticed white hair growing on the Evil Dragon\'s head and white whiskers appearing on his lips and chin.

Why had the Evil Dragon transformed himself into this appearance?

In her puzzled gaze, an antiquated rectangular Bronze Token flew out from the Evil Dragon\'s horn… floating mid-air.

The Bronze Token lit up with a dazzling screen. Seeing this, Lucia guessed what the Bronze Token was used for.

Projection.

The Evil Dragon was projecting to the Human World to communicate with the Bounty Guild there, in order to pass on the bounty task assigned by the Hell Grim Reaper to the extraordinary individuals or Bounty Hunters in the Human World.

The resplendent screen began to flicker with human figures, and soon, a sweet voice sounded from the screen, "Hello, Bronze Bounty Guild number 345\'s rabbit-person receptionist Meredith… pays respect to the valorous and battle-hardened Elder Lance.

Grandpa, long time no see. I want to sing you a song... Eh? Grandpa, after so many years, your Druid Art of Transformation is still the same... no improvement, huh... My singing has improved a lot since then, do you want to hear it?"

"Is that so? Grandpa is all ears. Ready, sing."

"Little white rabbit, white and bright, with two ears standing up straight. Loves to eat carrots and greens, hopping and jumping, you\'re so cute... so... cute."

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