NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 607: 356
Putting away the Grim Reaper's Scythe, Lance sat in a chair, wondering if Death God Solomon had any influence in Hell.
To say that he didn't have influence, he immediately suggested trying to secure him a rank as a first-level Grim Reaper.
As far as Lance knew, up to this point, there were no living first-level Grim Reapers in the Human World. First-level Grim Reapers must serve in Hell, and in the Human World, the highest rank was Intern Reaper.
Intern Reapers could be considered Hell's reserve. After dying and going to Hell, one would directly become a first-level Grim Reaper.
For Apprentice Reapers, after dying and ending up in Hell, they still had to train under a first-level Grim Reaper for hundreds or thousands of years. Once they felt sufficiently experienced, they could then become a first-level Grim Reaper.
To make a living being a Hell first-level Grim Reaper was to break the iron rules of Hell. Without some backing, it simply couldn't be done.
Not to mention, Death God Solomon was only a second-level Grim Reaper, and even fifth-level Reapers couldn't guarantee that a Human World's Intern Reaper could be promoted directly to first-level.
Did he, a mere second-level Reaper, dare to make such a claim without any backing?
To argue that Solomon had influence... After so many years, he had only advanced to a second-level Grim Reaper; for a Grim Reaper with background connections, wasn't this training period a bit too long?
Three years for second-level, five years for fifth-level; that was the expected rate of advancement for those with influence and connections.
Lance guessed that Solomon had some background, but it was probably not as impressive as he imagined.
Solomon's bold claim of trying to make him a first-level Reaper was presumably related to his abilities.
From when he was an Apprentice Reaper to his current status as an Intern Reaper, his actions had proven his capabilities.
Perhaps his abilities had become the foundation for Solomon's confidence.
It could also be related to the Valkyrie...
After all, his recent comments had given Solomon the illusion that he had a good relationship with the Valkyrie.
With such a relationship, and if he reported this to the higher-ups in Hell, they would certainly take it seriously. After all, he wasn't just any Intern Reaper but one who was friends with a Valkyrie.
Having such a person become a Hell first-level Reaper would be of no harm to Hell.
As for his performance, before he slacked off, his achievements were dazzling enough.
After he began to slack, he hadn't taken on any of Hell's bounty missions for a long time. In the past two years, he only accepted the bounty of "Lich Brandon".
Oh, he also assisted Venus on one bounty mission.
His performance was still considered decent.
Becoming a first-level Reaper with a formal position, would his salary... be paid monthly?
If paid monthly...
How was that different from receiving a pension?
The appeal of being a first-level Reaper wasn't great for him.
However, if he could be promoted like a Hell Grim Reaper, then the position would become much more interesting.
Once he was promoted to a sixth-level Grim Reaper, he could enter the Divine Realm under the guise of a Hell Grim Reaper and personally find the Valkyrie.
Give her a surprise.
His identity as Black Dragon hadn't shocked her, but his status as a Hell Grim Reaper should be enough to astound her, right?
In this day and age, who didn't have a Divine Position?
Reapers were also deities.
It was a nice thought, but advancement was probably not as easy as he imagined.
It seemed he would have to find a way to seek help from the Valkyrie to collect debts.
He didn't expect to get it all back, but at the very least, he wanted to let the bitch Valkyrie, Sophia, know that even if he couldn't enter the Divine Realm, he could still reach out to her through others.
He thought of the Heroic Spirit God-King Brude Donahue.
That guy was a Deity related to the War God line and should be acquainted with Valkyrie Sophia. Should he summon this guy to help chase down the debt?
After thinking it over, Lance temporarily dismissed the idea. If he asked Brude Donahue for help, Donahue would probably take the opportunity to make some outrageous demands.
That guy was no saint.
Worse and more cunning than Black Dragon.
When people got nasty, it really wasn't Black Dragon's business anymore.
Lance transformed back into his Dragonborn form. With nothing particular to do, he decided to take the Youngling out for a walk.
The Bronze Giant Dragon Melbourne's little fatty had already become the Black Dragon Youngling's whipping boy and would likely not show up again for the next couple of days.
That stink bomb wouldn't get rid of its unforgettable smell for at least a few more days.
"Where are we going?"
Upon seeing Lance stand up, the Youngling casually asked.
"Fishing."
"....."
Fishing?
If Human Lance often came back from fishing empty-handed, would it be a bit too coincidental if Black Dragon also came back empty-handed?
She hadn't often come back empty-handed so far; she always caught something when she went fishing.
Evil Dragon said it was beginner's protection.
Fishing had beginner's protection?
She had never heard of that.
"Isn't it a bit odd for a Giant Dragon to go fishing?"
"What's so odd about it?"
"Why not... you could go play mahjong with Bronze Giant Dragon Melbourne and Evil Dragon Koln. If you're one short, I can fill in."
"Forget it; the goddess of luck has been a bit busy lately. We'll play mahjong with them after a few days when she's less occupied."
Playing mahjong and losing more than winning offered no real enjoyment.
Right.
Human Lance usually lost at mahjong, and Black Dragon also tended to lose more often; wasn't that another similarity?
One common point could be a coincidence, but several... that could be no accident and would surely raise suspicions...
Oh, it seemed Evil Dragon didn't care...
Pushing open the door to the bedroom, Tixia and Ingrid stood on either side of the doorway. Upon seeing Lance, they instinctively saluted.