’Perfect Bald’ lay on the back of his white dragon friend, laughing and rolling around. Luckily, he was sitting alone at the front.
"Baldy~" his friend Scriptonko complained, "If you keep moving like that, I won’t catch you if you fall!"
"Dear Scrip~" ’Perfect Bald’ sat up, clutching a tuft of fur on the white dragon’s neck, "I’ve discovered that kids are indeed easy to fool~
No matter how savvy a college student is, they still can’t avoid being taken advantage of by an experienced society person!"
"Though I don’t know what you’re talking about," Scrip snorted, speaking in a slightly sarcastic tone, "but if the experienced person you an is that Snow Old Dog, I don’t see any difference between the students and you."
’Perfect Bald’ kicked his short legs: "Right now, I don’t need him to coax , anyway!"
"So, the Old Dog insisted on having the young master send people to deal with Amruwen Fortress just to attract the attention of the Wenjian Youth Group?"
A knight sitting behind Baldy asked... The white dragon’s standards for its friends aren’t very high. Even if soone’s personality is strange and their aesthetics are flawed, they can still find a suitable friend... But so guys, no matter how early they complete their companion pre-tasks, can never attract the favor of a white dragon, even if it’s just barely an adult.
After all, a white dragon absolutely cannot accept having a human friend who’s dumber than itself.
But there are always so undead who enter the ga with the goal of mindless enjoynt, without even bringing their brains online.
However, these people do get what they bargained for.
Even though they’re envious of the white dragons flying in the sky, that’s just playing at self-pursuit!
It’s just that each ti they have to beg grandly, then cough up a huge sum of money to simply sit on the back of so adult giant dragon. If it were only the standard plane ticket price... the giant caged cabin under the dragon’s claw is available, 500 gold a seat, never raising prices.
As for the most powerful ancient dragons... even if they accept money for letting soone ride on their backs, they have to like the look of them first.
Especially those female dragons, who always stop males at the gate... Especially the one from the Cunlü family, who always starts with: "You want to ride a female dragon? Do you have the capital for that?"
Even without William’s outright rejection, the n from Black Rose don’t think they have that capital... That’s a boast no one can make.
"Exactly!" ’Perfect Bald’ chuckled, "The stuff over by Steam Lake isn’t that important.
Once the Old Dog confird that the young master really had no ti to co out, his tone beca relaxed.
He didn’t even ask how those kids in Wenjian were planning to play that water-subrging-seven-armies ga.
Obviously, he wanted their attention, not their performance.
Of course, he’d be happy if they did well, but if they failed... he might be quite pleased, too.
Next ti, he can make the young master work using this failure as leverage.
After all, that guy is genuinely a pampered young lord who won’t do things he’s not interested in!"
"The young master’s biggest flaws are impatience and a conscience," ’Hard Wind,’ who was flying on the other side, cheerfully interjected.
"It’s just an artist’s temperant—always a bit emotional," ’Perfect Bald’ looked ahead, "I say, Hard Wind, what reason does the Old Dog have for believing there’s a connection between Esmir-Talan and Giant Valley?
He can say it’s intuition!
The faces of those listening twisted up!
Does he think he’s Hill? Able to find the culprit through luck and intuition?"
"Heh~" ’Hard Wind’ laughed, "Even Black and White Path know to hide their Toril allies!
After so long, do you see us, the Black Rose, knowing anything more than that the Zholar have been there? Any other business?
The Old Dog must be hiding even more, after all, it’s not just Ink Brush with ambitions. It’s just that he shows it most obviously."
"Guard against fire, thieves, and allies. It’s the biggest fun in playing gas!" ’Perfect Bald’ said dismissively.
"Tch~ It doesn’t concern us anyway." ’Hard Wind’ stretched his arms wide and lazily, "With all that scheming and maneuvering, I’d rather spend ti playing with our Niu Niu and little brother at ho."
"What were you thinking when you nad your family Samoyed ’Little Brother’?" ’Perfect Bald’ asked awkwardly, "Did you just cut off your own path to having a second child?"
"You’re such a bore~" ’Hard Wind’ laughed cheekily, "Who says my second child can’t be a Samoyed?
I’ll just have a son and make him the third kid, won’t I?"
"The brother who dies early?" ’Perfect Bald’ rolled his eyes, "Your kids will have it rough when they grow up."
"If you’re not going to play with kids, why have them?"
"Tsk, I never thought soone around would be talking about kids... Could you consider the feelings of a single man?" said ’An Idler’ unhappily from the other side.
"Uh..." ’Perfect Bald’ glanced at him, then quickly turned his head... If Idler keeps this up, he could end up bonding with the ’Magic Sword’ forever, without needing to hear any more stories or incidents about kids.
"Look! How tall that mountain is under the white clouds! We’re almost there~" He decided to bypass the issue of being single with a loud and cheerful tone.
The people of Black Rose looked at their Clan Leader with peculiar eyes... Baldy is always skillfully hopping between pretending to be dumb and being genuinely dumb; sotis, even they can’t tell which it is.
Compared to Black Rose, ’Lu Huayu’ and the rest of the Last-Era could confirm that their boss wasn’t stupid.
But... sotis, the young master’s fun is always in places that normal people can’t comprehend at all.
Road Eunuch touched his forehead, reassuring himself that what he saw wouldn’t suddenly vanish into an illusion... Their boss was currently tying himself to the front of the deck’s Magic Crossbow, intending to use his highly defensive armor to crash directly into the command cabin of the Anmur Flagship.
He glared murderously at the Black and White Path Magic Ship that drifted inexplicably towards them... Damned ’Mobi Chenxin’!
That Space-Ti Warlock could, of course, do it!
The Space-Ti Dragon wrapped around him could pull him back to his original position in five minutes!
The Anmur Navy, whose resolve had long been shattered, couldn’t eliminate an Eighth Ring Sorcerer known for his defensive power in five minutes.
But what about them?
The boss is a Knight! And a Heavy Armored Knight!
Just calculating the angle to shoot him into the command cabin had already made his head bald, and he still had to command people to get him back unhard!
He wouldn’t think that there was any difference between ’Mobi Chenxin’ and himself... Whatever others can do, he certainly can do too.
’Lu Huayu’s face turned extrely ashen for a mont.
But... he tightly shut his eyes... The red envelope the boss gave was just too big.
He sorrowfully took out his tablet and began slowly calculating the angle for the Crossbow... Even though using Black and White Path’s was slightly useful, the difference between tal armor and cloth armor... damn Black and White Path!
Chalk Girl... oh no, that girl’s na is Paintbrush... Why didn’t she trick that fool Mobi into quitting the ga?
The little girl is just too kind.
The Apocalyptic Boss, of course, understood how much trouble his actions could cause, but if the money was right, he definitely wanted to play... He didn’t have the guts to play thrilling gas in reality, but couldn’t he take so risks in the ga?
Anyway, his chief steward would always find a way to let him fly over happily and walk back safely, right?
Actually, it wouldn’t matter if he died; the experience lost would always be arranged by ’Lu Huayu’ to get back.
But... the big red envelope would naturally be gone.
He happily stood by the Magic Crossbow at the ship’s bow, touching his chin, and said to the several knights standing on either side blocking incoming arrows for him: "Do you think the impact of the Magic Cannon would be stronger?"
I rember my armor was claid to withstand a giant cannon when I bought it, but I’m not sure..."
"Don’t..." a knight shouted abruptly, then quickly put on a smile, "Clan Leader, you might have forgotten the armor you’re wearing now isn’t produced by Hill."
He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "When they went to get that detachable armor from the gnos, you saw that dragon scale armor in the gno workshop!
When we advised you to take the gnos’ boasts with a third of face value, didn’t you say... you’d only consider it decorative armor?"
"Ah..." The Apocalyptic Boss scratched his head, "Why didn’t Lu Huayu stop from buying this kind of thing?"
He always impulsively bought things in a mont of passion, thanks to ’Lu Huayu,’ who could always think of ways to stop him, he didn’t spend all his allowance money before the month’s end.
"That was Agleya."
This topic ended there.
Though wealthy, the sensible Apocalyptic Boss happily launched himself onto the Anmur Flagship, playing a heroic ga of one man blocking thousands.
So, even when the battle ended, and ’Snow Cloud Peak’ surprisingly handed over the main story quest to their Last-Era Clan... to escort several Quel Senta Female Mages to the Border Kingdom... he gladly accepted.
Although he thought that the Snow Old Dog probably had no good intentions, the honor of participating in a significant event still happily allowed him to accept these possible hot potatoes... Besides, they were quite pleasing to the eye, weren’t they?
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