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

Like the young Mister Lance?

Annie looked down at her sketch, and while she hadn't noticed anything during the drawing, now that she took a closer look, the person on the paper... indeed bore a resemblance to Mister Lance in Saint Blue.

Strange, she had clearly been drawing that corrupt official from over two thousand years ago, so why would Mister Lance appear on her paper?

Annie was puzzled.

Perhaps she had been so startled by the youthful appearance of Mister Lance that she subconsciously drew him out?

That was possible.

Besides that possibility, there was another—that the corrupt official from over two thousand years ago looked very much like the young Mister Lance.

"Quickly destroy this drawing, if Mister Lance were to see how you've maligned and slandered him, he might ask you for mental anguish compensation, lost wages, and damage to reputation, among other costs.

Now that the old man is an Earl in Saint Blue, just the lost wages and reputation damages... we can't afford to compensate."

"Mister Lance is a bit stingy, true, but he isn't greedy. When he goes out on missions, sometimes he comes across heaven and earth treasures, and he doesn't take them. When he encounters chests filled with gold and jewels, he doesn't even give them a glance."

Annie nodded in agreement; the old man had verbally requested tuition fees when teaching her sketching. When she tried to pay him with the bounty she'd earned, Mister Lance only accepted one Gold Coin to make a point.

Though occasionally, Mister Lance would use her as a guinea pig for testing medicines...

During the time she had learned sketching with Mister Lance, she had transformed into various bizarre creatures; one time, she even grew a beard...

That had scared her terribly.

A flame flickered at her fingertips, and Annie burned the sketch. Mister Lance had said that one should try not to leave one's portraits in unfamiliar areas.

If one were unlucky, it could attract unclean or evil creatures.

The Lost Ancient Domain was not a pleasant place; it was better to burn the paper.

"Be careful, if we continue forward, we might encounter Man-Eating Flowers, Bloodsucking Vines, and Beast Tackling Grass. The scent of Dragon dung might not necessarily be useful against these plant-type monsters."

"Received."

The Stone Inscription of the corrupt official was just a small incident; members of the Bronze Bounty Guild continued to delve deeper. Along the way, several members were attacked by Bloodsucking Vines. Members of the Bronze Guild released the Fireball Technique, bombarding the vines with a barrages of fireballs. Afterwards, one of the guild members even took out a sprayer bottle and sprayed some weed-killer around the Bloodsucking Vines.

Mister Lance had said... uproot the weeds.

The nearby Bloodsucking Vines that had been preparing to attack the members of the Bronze Guild sensed the fate of their companions. The vines, with their black and red thorns, twisted into balls and hid in the bushes, trembling.

They weren't afraid of being burned by fire—if the roots remained, what's a few vines being burned?

But spraying chemicals was crossing the line. The stuff seeped directly into the soil, practically poisoning their companions to death...

"When it comes to plant-type monsters, we still need Mister Lance. In his day, his saying 'uproot the weeds' terrorized many plant-type creatures. Eventually, most such monsters in our kingdom learned that there was an old man with white hair who liked to carry a sprayer and 'communicate' with plant-type monsters.

The plant-type monsters in the Lost Ancient Domain have too little experience."

Matthews, strong and sturdy, grinned widely as he took out a green sprayer from his Spatial Ring, fixed the straps, and slung it over his back, preparing to show the plant-type monsters of the Lost Ancient Domain what Mister Lance's spraying technique was all about.

The sprayer he carried on his back was snatched from Mister Lance on the sly.

The plant-type monsters of the Lost Ancient Domain didn't know the power of this sprayer. In their kingdom, carrying this sprayer while walking in the dense forests meant they didn't have to worry about being attacked by plant-type monsters...

"Matthews, that sprayer on your back looks familiar... Oh my god... isn't that the sprayer Mister Lance had been looking for before leaving the Bronze Guild? No wonder the old man couldn't find it; it turns out you swiped it."

"What do you know? Would someone like the old man really not be able to find his sprayer? Obviously, he knew I took it. Haven't you noticed how the old man kept using me as a test subject for his medicines for a while?"

"Is that so?"
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"What else do you think? Do you believe the old man is really that clueless?"

"Then I feel relieved."

Raisent, bald-headed, cracked a smile and took out an axe more than half his height.

"Brother, that axe... looks familiar... Goodness, isn't that the axe Mister Lance used for chopping wood? Bloody hell, you didn't even spare the axe Mister Lance used for chopping wood and trees?"

"Didn't you notice I've also been summoned by Mister Lance to test his medicines often? Once after drinking his concoction, I even grew black rabbit ears and a tail. I've sacrificed too much for this axe.

But it's been worthwhile. Mister Lance's axe has a deterrent effect on plant-type monsters. Treants see this axe and either dart away or cry 'Young friend, let's talk this over...'."

"Give me that axe, I'll treat you to a hundred foot massages in return."

"Get lost."

"I've been wondering where the axe and sprayer I longed for had gone; turns out, you two sneaky devils took them. It made it so I couldn't find anything decent to swipe myself. I ended up having to take the shovel Mister Lance kept at the courtyard gate...."

"???"

Matthews and Raisent looked at guild member Jerome, who now held a black and red shovel in his hands. The shovel was quite the tool as well—it was handy for digging roots, making holes, burying bodies, transplanting, and even smacking people.