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Chapter 1092 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (8)

The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (80)

Pierre was privately introduced by Tours to many nobles in the cities surrounding Lionheart, most of whom had been screened—almost every noble had a seriously ill relative.

Moreover, most of these nobles had dealings with the local Church of Light, but without exception, they all failed to obtain the medicine.

That's why Tours introduced 'Pierre' to them.

"Praise be to the great and benevolent Lord Nings, and Mr. Pierre, thank you for your help. If it weren't for the restorative potion you brought, my dearest wife would probably already be..."

“Turs thanks you for your help, but you shouldn’t have brought him to see me. You should know that the temple and we have a much closer relationship. If we expose this, it will be difficult to explain to the temple later.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. My daughter’s recovery is entirely thanks to the temple. As for your potion, it was just a scam. I saw through your trick long ago.”

Clearly, not all nobles were convinced, and Tulls was not omnipotent; not every noble was on his side, so he couldn't predict their reactions.

After being driven out by the last nobleman, Turs almost lost his composure, his eyes filled with guilt as he looked at Lance.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Pierre, we weren't actually that close, but I never expected that he, who clearly valued his daughter so much, would end up like this..."

"He's afraid of the church."

Lance shook his head, interrupting Turs. He was toying with a deep blue dagger in his hand, its surface adorned with mysterious patterns that occasionally flashed with a beautiful blue light.

Turs's gaze couldn't help but fall on the dagger, and he subconsciously asked a question.

"Lord Pierre, where did you get this dagger? It looks really special. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to buy one too."

Lance raised an eyebrow. "It's custom-made; you can't buy it even if you have the money."

He wasn't lying; he had specially forged this dagger from the scales he had shed before the body fell apart.

Turs was puzzled. "Is it hard to buy? Is it a custom-made piece by some master? If it's just a matter of waiting three to five years, I can afford to wait. As for money, needless to say, I have plenty of gold coins."

He spoke with great confidence, saying that although they were all nobles, not all nobles possessed as much wealth as he did.

"I do it by myself."

Lance sensed the probing in his words and drew a conclusion directly.

Although it is a broken shell, the dagger made from the scales of an adult dragon still retains the unique characteristics of dragon scales.

It has high magic resistance and defense; although it cannot completely prevent magic, its effectiveness is still quite considerable.

In particular, he deliberately crafted it into a dagger, not only to conceal it close to his body, but more importantly, to make it sharp enough to be virtually indestructible.

When he gets back this time, he can give it to Ningning for self-defense. Moreover, this dagger has another great use: it can dispel magic.

However, Lance thought he would explain this to Ningning in detail when they got back.

self-made?

Turs paused for a second before realizing what was happening, and he quickly nodded to indicate that he understood.

"I never expected Mr. Pierre to have such skill. This dagger is clearly the work of an extraordinary master. Mr. Pierre is truly amazing."

Lance smiled without saying anything, and Turs could tell that he didn't want to continue the topic, so he changed the subject back to the previous one.

"But Mr. Pierre, you just said that Arthur was worried about the church?"

Lance deftly twirled the dagger back into its specially made leather sheath. "Obviously, and I suspect he might have some church informants around him. He often unconsciously looks behind him when he speaks. There's a large pillar there; it would be very easy for someone to hide there."

So he didn't stay long and got up to leave immediately.

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Tours's expression immediately changed, and he became somewhat anxious. "Then, Mr. Pierre, wouldn't your identity be exposed?"

"uncertain."

Lance shook his head. "Our conversation was almost over when that person came over. I think the nobleman's expression changed suddenly because he noticed that guy was coming."

They had been personally welcomed in before, so the sudden change in attitude was obviously for a reason.

Turs suddenly realized, "So that's it. No wonder. I knew that although I didn't get along with this guy, his character was still trustworthy. And he really loved his daughter. He did a lot of outrageous things to get the medicine, but it was all to save his daughter."

Lance: "Then it's even less surprising. Our operation wasn't exactly discreet, and he's probably been watched for a while now."

Upon hearing this, Turs immediately became alert.

"Mr. Pierre, do you mean we've been targeted by the Church? And what's the next step...?"

They had originally planned to visit another nobleman in order to further develop new strength for their alliance.

"No rush, let's go back first. The plan has changed. We'll discuss how to proceed once we get back."

Lance looked up at the sky. "It seems we need to change our plans."

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"woke up?"

Song Ning vaguely heard a noise on the sofa. He walked over and saw Lance who had woken up. He leaned over and naturally put his hand on the back of Lance's head, and took the initiative to exchange a kiss.

As he kissed her, he reached out and slapped her back, causing her metallic dragon tail to droop down like a puppy that had been hit.

Song Ning laughed and scolded, "What are you pretending for? Didn't you stick your tail in first?"

Lance looked completely innocent. "Ningning said she wouldn't mind that I'm a dragon."

Song Ning grabbed his hair and ruffled it. "I don't mind, but I didn't say you could use the dragon tail to do whatever you want, did I?"

If they don't stop it soon, who knows where the dragon's tail will reach. Although he doesn't dislike dragons, he still hopes to be like a normal person for the first time. As for the dragon...

Maybe he'll consider it later.

Lance could tell what he was thinking, so he leaned over and kissed him again, then patted Song Ning's waist with his fingers.

Song Ning instinctively reached out and grabbed, only to find he had caught a dagger.

"Ok?"

He touched it to his eyes and glanced at it, immediately drawn to the shimmering light on the dagger. "Where did this come from?"

He reached out and touched the dagger, a strange sense of familiarity welling up inside him, and Song Ning blurted out.

"Why does this feel like your scales?"