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

Evil Dragon Lance told Koln to fend for himself.

Every time Koln heard Lance say this, he'd spat out some harsh words before spreading his wings and flying off.

The Golden Giant Dragon Austin and Thunder Dragon Erinna, who had shown up in Saint Blue City and then vanished since that day, had also not been seen in Saint Blue recently.

The squid mother's appearances in Saint Blue City had been increasing lately, and once she had even tricked a kid into her mouth...

When Lance found out, he beat the squid mother severely.

The next day, when Lance was fishing on the boat in the lake, he was attacked by a crocodile...

The crocodile clamped onto his dragon tail and executed a death roll...

Then... the crocodile became their dinner.

The squid mother, with a bruised face, ate half of the crocodile through gritted teeth...

It was the squid mother who had released the crocodile into the lake...

After the crocodile attack incident, the young dragon, when going fishing with Lance by the lake, wore armour.

She feared she might hook a crocodile...

Instead of catching a crocodile, they hooked plenty of jellyfish, squid, octopus, and some other strange deep-sea fish...

Can fish from the deep sea still live in a freshwater lake?

Lance told her they could, for a short period.

The squid mother got beaten up again, the reason being... she ruined the ecological environment of the lake...

"Dragon Cub, no need to practice boxing tonight, go out to the stall to make some spare change, and while you're at it, relax a bit. Saint Blue City is bustling lately, with plenty of exotic races showing up. These folks have money to spend, so you should be able to make a good amount of spare change."

"Am I going alone?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Aren't you coming with me?"

"I want to go to Saint Blue City to drink some milk tea and eat some pastries."

"..."

You drink milk tea and eat pastries while I go out to make money?

Oh Evil Dragon, do you know who it is you're having earn money to provide for the family?

It's the future Emperor of the Farolan Empire!

At seven in the evening, the Young Dragon clad in a white chef's uniform and a chef's hat pushed a cart into the square of Saint Blue City.

Citizens of Saint Blue City, having seen the small dragon of the Lord Viscount's family come out to make money again, stopped by the Young Dragon's stall to talk for a bit before leaving.

The barbecue sold by the little dragon from the Viscount's family was quite expensive. It was okay to splurge occasionally, but it was too costly for frequent visits.

This time the Young Dragon seemed to have launched new dish specialities: cold skin noodles and bean starch jelly.

These were reasonably priced and tasted good.

Affordable and delicious, they sold quickly...

The cold skin noodles and bean starch jelly were sold out within an hour.

Nowadays, the prosperity of Saint Blue City was not inferior to that of the Red Maple Kingdom's capital, with giant dragons occasionally seen in Saint Blue.

Many foreigners and exotic races had appeared in the city.

Some walking through the square, seeing the young dragon, couldn't hide their surprise.

Some inquired with the natives of Saint Blue City standing nearby.

The citizens told them that the Young Dragon belonged to their Lord Viscount's family.

That Viscount of Saint Blue was none other than the Duke of the Holy Blue Duchy.

This Duke was a mystery; it was said even the King of the Red Maple Kingdom couldn't get a chance to meet him.

The Young Dragon had a food stall selling barbecue and snacks.

Quite interesting.

This Young Dragon must be a pet raised by the Duke of Holy Blue.

"Make way, let me see if there really is a Young Dragon here selling barbecue."

A little chubby kid squeezed forward. Upon seeing the Young Dragon grilling, and at the moment he laid eyes on the dragon, a look of disdain appeared on his face—it was a dragon.

But not a pure blood dragon.

No wonder it had to come out to sell barbecue. Can such an impure blood dragon still receive the favor of the Dragon God?

"Give me a hundred skewers of barbecue."

"There aren't that many left, only ten."

"Then give me the ten."

The Young Dragon finished preparing the last ten skewers and passed them to the chubby kid in front of him, "That'll be thirty gold coins."

"I don't have any gold coins on me. You'll have to ask my father for the payment, my father is the Duke of Holy Blue."

As the pudgy lad squeezed through the crowd trying to leave, he had barely turned around when he felt someone stepping on his tail, "Who stepped on my tail? Don't you believe I'll eat you?! Why is it you, young dragon? Haven't I told you already? I don't have any money. If you want gold coins, go ask my father; he's the Duke of Holy Blue."

The young dragon couldn't help but laugh angrily. This despicable little fatso had the audacity not only to eat and run but also to lie to her face, claiming that the Evil Dragon Lance was his father....

The Evil Dragon had been single for three thousand four hundred and fifty-six years and didn't even have a wife, so how could he have a child?

The nerve he had, daring to impersonate the child of the Evil Dragon Lance.

"Are you stupid or something? You come here to buy stuff and don't even bother to ask who I'm related to? And you have the gall to come here and freeload?"

"You're the child of Lord Viscount. I am from the house of the Duke of Holy Blue. A mongrel like you better lift your foot off me, or I'll hit you; I'm not known to have a good temper.... Ah.... Just talk, why would you suddenly hit me with a sneak attack?"

The little fatty cried out, covering his eyes with his hands.

He had been sneak attacked, the impure-blooded young dragon had no manners, punching him so hard, it definitely left a bruise....

How dare she?!

How dare this impure-blooded young dragon hit him, a Pure Blood Young Dragon?

If his father hadn't told him to be showy, he would have already transformed into a young dragon and bitten this insolent brat to death.

"Pay up!"

"I don't have any! Ask my dad!"

"And who is your dad?"

"The Duke of Holy Blue!"

Thud—

The little fatty took another punch.

"If you say again that your dad is the Duke of Holy Blue, I will beat the life out of you. You don't even know which young dragon I come from, and you dare fabricate lies here."

The young dragon looked around at the citizens of Saint Blue City, "Ladies and gentlemen, please tell this little fatso, whose young dragon I am."

"Heh heh.... The child of Lord Viscount, the young master is from Lord Viscount's family."

"Little fatty, the Lord Viscount we speak of is the same Duke of Holy Blue you've been talking about."

"That is to say, if the young master knows the Duke of Holy Blue, would she not know if the Duke had a son?"

Only then did the little fatty realize why this impure-blooded young dragon dared to hit him, it turned out that the Lord Viscount in the mouths of Saint Blue City's humans was none other than the man who built the Dragon God Temple and earned the approval of the Dragon God Temple.

"Hmph! So what if I am a young dragon from the house of the Duke of Holy Blue? Don't speak as though the mere Duke of Holy Blue is anybody—it's the same even with the King of the Human World, I don't care for them. If I were to reveal my identity, it'd scare you to death."

"Look at all the fuss you make," the young dragon crossed arms with a smile peeking through her purple-gold pupils, "Come on, then, tell me your identity and let's see if it scares me to death."

She, being the Imperial Princess of the Phalan Empire, wouldn't dare to make outlandish claims that her identity could scare people to death.

And here was this little fatty with a dragon tail, boasting that his identity would scare her to death. She wanted to see if this little fatty's status was more noble than her own as the Imperial Princess of the Phalan Empire.

"I am... I am... I am... not telling you. I need to keep a low profile. I advise you to treat me with respect, or when we meet tomorrow, I will show you what 'nobility' means.

Also, even your Lord Viscount would have to treat me with the utmost courtesy when he sees me. If you continue to be rude to me, I might actually eat you tomorrow."

"Cut the crap! Pay up!"

"I don't carry money when I go out!"

"I'm asking you one more time, are you going to pay or not?"

"I don't have any money!"

The young dragon took out a rolling pin from the Lucky Coin and poked the little fatty's waist.

It hurt so much that the little fatty yelped aloud.

"You have really made me angry!"

In an instant, the little fatty's head turned into a hideous dragon head, and he opened his mouth... The young dragon shoved the rolling pin into the little fatty's dragon mouth...

The little fatty covered his throat with his hands and bent over, retching...

The Dragon Breath was forced back by the jab of a rolling pin from the impure-blooded young dragon...

The young dragon stood up, holding the rolling pin defensively, surprised that the little fatty's head suddenly turned into a dragon head.

He had just opened his mouth, likely intending to Breathe Dragon's Breath, and jabbing him in the throat was meant to protect herself...

No, to protect the citizens of Saint Blue behind her.

Dragon Breath is terrifying. It's not that Evil Dragons can ignore Dragon Breath attacks; it's because they're powerful.

If humans were hit by the Dragon Breath of an Evil Dragon... it's a death sentence.

They would either be burnt to ashes or corroded and poisoned by the Dragon Breath.

Now, with so many citizens of Saint Blue gathered in front of her stall, if the little fatty were to spray Dragon Breath and accidentally harm nearby people, that would be bad.

What should one do when presented with a dangerous individual who might threaten the lives of the surrounding humans?

She remembered the Evil Dragon once saying... in such situations, it's best to knock the dangerous individual unconscious first, to nip any danger in the bud.

Seeing the little fatty still doubled over retching, the young dragon threw down her rolling pin, pulled out a Thunder Hammer from the Lucky Coin, and smashed it down on the back of the little fatty's head...

Better to knock him out and take control of the situation first...