Story Novel
Chapter 78 The House Was Stolen by the Squid Lady
Having a young dragon set up a street stall to sell octopus balls in a strange human city is one thing, but to see a grown Evil Dragon all suited up entering a high-end luxury café, feasting on steak, sipping red wine, trying desserts, and when tired, having an adorable Cat Maid meowing and massaging his legs was another entirely.
Does that make any sense?
Does that make any sense?
Wuwuwu... the greedy young dragon also wanted to enjoy a massage from the cute cat people maids.
It wanted to touch the Cat Maid's furry paws, its fuzzy cat ears, and that swaying cat tail.
It wanted to pet the cute Cat Maid.
The Princess of the Phalan Empire hadn't even touched a furry, adorable girl from another race.
No, she had to sell the octopus balls quickly and then with the pocket money the Evil Dragon gave her, go to the café to pet the lovely Cat Maids.
As for red wine, coffee, and sweets, she could do without, but not petting the lovely Cat Maid.
"Your octopus balls, two Nosilvers, and welcome to visit again. Hurry up a bit more, Your Highness, the customers are lining up to buy our octopus balls. Is this what making money feels like? It's great...."
Joanna cheerfully put the silver coins into her pocket, as Lance had said that if she could help the young dragon sell all the octopus balls, he would pay her a salary.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
The octopus balls that the young dragon made were indeed very tasty.
She never thought that the little dragon from Lord Lance's family could make octopus balls.
"I'm going as fast as I can; I can't go any faster. Look how many more octopus balls there are below."
"Three more tiers."
"How many tiers?!!"
"Three tiers, there are still three tiers! Keep it up, Your Highness."
"......"
They won't all sell....
They simply won't all sell.....
The Evil Dragon is exploiting child labor, who's going to take care of that....
Never helping the Evil Dragon with the stall again.
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On the second floor of the Lucky Cat Café.
Lance took a sip of red wine, watching through the one-way glass as his own young dragon went from grinding its teeth, to looking worried and grievous, to making threatening gestures towards the café he was sitting in.
Did this silly kid really think that he couldn't see anything from his seat here?
And, with the July weather, why on earth did this silly kid insist on buying an alpaca hat to wear? It's not winter, what's the point of an alpaca hat?
Oh, it did have some use after all. The silly kid looked even more stupidly cute than before.
Lance snapped his fingers.
Quickly, a Cat Maid dressed in fiery red maid attire approached, her steps silent and graceful, and appeared beside Lance, "Mr. Lance, do you need anything else meow?"
"Kitty, do you see that silly-looking young dragon across the street wearing an alpaca hat?"
"Ah?" The Cat Maid flicked her furry ears and leaned forward slightly before she finally noticed the silly-looking young dragon the customer mentioned: "I see it, Mr. Lance. Would you like me to buy some octopus balls for you meow?"
"Do you think she's cute?"
"???"
The Cat Maid glanced out the window and smiled with a nod, "Very cute meow."
"My daughter."
"???"
The Cat Maid named Yura looked at Lance with a puzzled expression, then back at the somewhat cute, silly-looking young dragon outside the window, struggling to link the handsome human gentleman in front of her with the concept of a "father."
A Dragon Knight meow?
Is Mr. Lance's gentlemanly appearance that of a Dragon Knight, and is that young dragon his pet meow?
Is the gentleman raising the young dragon as his daughter meow?
What a noble and pure-hearted human gentleman he is meow. Find your next read at empire
Some gentlemen wouldn't raise a young dragon as a daughter meow.
They would raise it as a dragoness meow.
"Mr. Lance's daughter is very cute indeed meow."
"Send over a glass of juice for my daughter... two glasses actually, one honey grapefruit and one passion fruit, room temperature, no ice."
"Right away meow."
"Wait, add four more glasses... one for the young lady from the City Lord's Mansion, and the remaining three for those selling the potions."
"Ice in your drink, meow?"
"Three with ice, three at room temperature."
"Understood, meow."
"Here's your tip."
Lance took out two silver coins and gave them to the cat maid.
"Tha... Thank you, meow."
Cat Maid Yula accepted the tip from the nobleman Mr. Lance and went to work for Lance.
Showcasing one's whelp to others... feels pretty good.
Tonight... should I take the dragon whelp home to sleep?
Or have a sleepover at the City Lord's Mansion?
Seems like we need to head home, still have to try summoning the heroic spirit "Sophia" tonight.
If we stay at the City Lord's Mansion, the spectacle of summoning the heroic spirit "Sophia" might be too grand and scare the humans there.
If we go back to the island, should I let the dragon whelp bump into Turtle tonight?
Better not, let's take it slow, having sold octopus balls all night, the dragon whelp probably won't be in the mood to bump into Turtle.
Maybe I should ask the dragon whelp later, see if she wants to sleep on the island or spend a night in this city of the Human World.
Let her make her own choice.
The cat maid appeared on the street opposite, handing the drinks Lance ordered for the young dragon to the young dragon.
After giving the young dragon her drink, she even pointed out Lance's location to her.
Then, she distributed the remaining drinks to Joanna, Louis, Dalton, and Bazel.
Louis and the other two were somewhat touched, the old master Lance was being generous.
The money for these three drinks, old man Lance will probably regret for a few days.
Better drink up quickly, otherwise, Old Man Lance might regret it and come running over to snatch away the drinks he bought for them.
The café's drinks aren't cheap after all.
Lance wasn't paying attention to this side, his left-hand wore the Vajra Ring glowed; someone was contacting him through a projection device.
It wasn't from his domain.
It wasn't the Hell Death God Solomon.
It wasn't from the Bronze Guild either.
Was it from Black Dragon Island?
Was it Er Gouzi and Turtle who were contacting him?
Closing the private room's door, a lifelike Black Dragon Statue flew out from Lance's left hand, floating in mid-air, casting a light shadow.
The figure appearing in the projection wasn't Er Gouzi's two dog heads, nor Turtle's head; it was a pitch-black little face.
"Little doggy, is this how I can talk to the Black Dragon?"
"Woof."
"Don't be scared... I won't eat you, same for that little turtle, don't be afraid, I won't eat you either, you're the Black Dragon's kin, I won't eat you.
Eh? This tender little guy in the screen, isn't this the "Human" that Black Dragon talked about? So small and cute..... I want to lick it, save it for winter food.
Little doggy, how can I pull this cute and tender human out of the light shadow? What? You say this cute human is the "Black Dragon"?
Little doggy, do you think I'm easy to fool? How could such a big Black Dragon possibly become such a tiny "Human"?
Oh right, my face also looks human because I haven't grown up yet, Black Dragon is an adult; he shouldn't be this small.
I'll ask him."
"Black Dragon?"
"Speak."
"You really are the Black Dragon, huh."
"Don't get excited, don't come onto the island, the island has a killing array, if triggered, your squid legs could stuff me to death."
"It's octopus, octopus legs."
"Same thing."
Squid lady.
He wasn't on the island, his home was stolen by a squid lady.