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

The undead Skeletal Dragon grinned.

If objectives can be achieved through verbal communication, there's no need for violence and killing.

Applause echoed throughout the area—

Lance, seated cross-legged atop Turtle's head, clapped his hands.

This is the wisdom a Giant Dragon should have.

This is the cunning and craftiness a Giant Dragon should possess.

Lance gestured to the Young Dragon squatting behind him to come closer.

"Dragon Whelp, have you learned anything?"

"???"

The Young Dragon was puzzled. Learned what?

Had the undead Skeletal Dragon been teaching them?

Hadn't he just been threatening Venus?

Oh, Lance meant... had she learned how to threaten people?

Did that require learning?

As an empress, a single command was all it took; was there a need to learn?

"To use one's own formidable strength to threaten others?"

"That's right."

Lance patted Turtle's head beside him, signaling the Young Dragon to sit down.

The Young Dragon obediently sat down beside the Evil Dragon.

"Threatening people also requires skill. Take this undead Skeletal Dragon, for example. Before threatening Venus, he showed off his mystique, power, and dominance, and then demonstrated his 'magnanimity' and 'demeanor.'

Immediately afterwards, he moved on to psychological warfare, using words to dissolve Venus's determination to fight him. Seeing Venus hesitate, he took advantage of the bond with her teammates and laid out the terrible consequences that might ensue if they engaged in battle."

He threatened Venus with her teammates' death, resulting in her hesitating to act and potentially amplifying her guilt... and fear.

Fear for her teammates' deaths caused by her actions, and guilt for the same.

Then came the most devastating move: striking at the heart.

He told Venus that after he killed her teammates, he had the means to make the deceased become his followers. This was true heartbreak.

Venus's emotions and thoughts were completely under the control of the undead Skeletal Dragon. Even if she eventually decided to fight, her fighting spirit could crumble at any moment.

In just a few sentences, the undead Skeletal Dragon displayed the wisdom, cunning, craftiness, ruthlessness, dominance, and the demeanor a Giant Dragon should have.

Dragon Whelp, this is the wisdom a normal Giant Dragon should possess. Once you've learned this... you'll be able to 'win without fighting.'

Psychological warfare, striking at the heart—the Skeletal Dragon used them very well."

The Young Dragon lay on Turtle's head, taking rapid notes. When the Evil Dragon lectured, she made sure to jot down notes.

It had become a habit.

Only after listening to the Evil Dragon did she realize that the few brief sentences of the undead Skeletal Dragon contained so much information and accomplished so much.

She wrote it all down for later, to analyze every word and every sentence, striving to become an empress with great wisdom upon her return.
Your journey continues on empire

Seeing the Young Dragon earnestly transcribing his words into her journal, Lance nodded in satisfaction.

His Dragon Whelp would surely surpass him in the future.

Being slow was no problem, as long as she was willing to learn.

Having the Dragon Whelp by his side wasn't just for showing her around but also for enhancing her experience, and finding teaching materials in reality at any moment... to have her learn from them.

Amelia, with bow strung and arrow nocked, wanted to shoot Lance. All this time, and he was still leisurely teaching the little dragon.

Even though she, as an Elf, also listened with great interest, it didn't mean she approved of the swindler Lance's actions.

Intern Reaper Venus watched Lance, seated cross-legged atop the turtle's head, in astonishment. He really had changed.

A thousand years ago, faced with such a situation, Lance would have run away without a trace.

Even if he didn't flee, he would've appeared ready for a great battle.

But now, Lance, facing such a terrifying existence as the undead Skeletal Dragon, remained calm and composed, his expression unchanged from beginning to end. He even had the mood to teach the little dragon at his side.

To have the little dragon learn from the undead Skeletal Dragon.

Huh?

To have the little dragon learn from the undead Skeletal Dragon?

Lance... was he using her as a negative example for his teammate?

Was he using the undead Skeletal Dragon as a positive example?

No...

The undead Skeletal Dragon was evil.

How could he let the little dragon learn from an evil undead Skeletal Dragon?

What if the Dragon Whelp grew up twisted?

Er Gouzi's two dog heads exhibited envy; the Evil Dragon Lance was really nice to the Young Dragon and, of course, also quite kind to it, the dog.

Turtle felt its head was somewhat heavy, bearing an Evil Dragon on top.

Not dwelling on it for too long was key, otherwise, it couldn't shake the feeling it might be squashed to death by Evil Dragon Lance...

The Skeletal Dragon tilted its ghastly and frightful skull in confusion.

It had been mistaken.

Not a human paralyzed by his intimidating presence but someone with a bit of capability.

His followers had mentioned this human was a beast tamer.

Just a mere beast tamer... so bold, so intriguing...

He couldn't let this one go, not when he enjoyed teaching so much.

To capture him and make him a follower, to compile his quotations into a book.

Then have this human teach his followers, too.

It could even improve the cultural level of his followers.

"I thought you were nothing but trash at first. To think you were a talent! I might need to find someone to check my eyes when I have the chance, for my poor judgment nearly caused me to miss out on you.

To be able to ignore my oppression and speak your mind in front of me, with clear thoughts and analysis of my intentions. Not bad, not bad at all.

Your identity as a beast tamer means little to me, but I quite fancy your courageous dedication to teaching. Stay and compile my sayings, become a teacher for my followers.

What do you say?"

"To be honest... not very appealing."

Lance stood up and stretched. He liked this undead Skeletal Dragon before him—a wise undead Skeletal Dragon like this was rather wasted as a mere wilderness boss.

Why not have him become an intern for his own Intern Reaper role? Unable to form a Death God Contract with Venus, it would still be satisfactory to form a Death God Contract with this Skeletal Dragon before him.