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Chapter 1079 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (67)

The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (Sixty-Seven)

Arnold's entourage quickly arranged for someone to come to the door.

They came with high momentum and arrogance, and when they asked for people, they were also extremely arrogant towards Harris. Their superior attitude seemed to make sure that Harris would not dare to refuse any request from the temple.

They were turned away.

Harris just said with a surprised look that he had dealt with the man according to the law. Although the attendant expressed his request to see Arnold's body after his death, Harris was very firm and said that it had nothing to do with the temple and he had already dealt with it.

When Arnold's personal attendant replied, he was furious, but a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

How dare Harris go against the temple? Doesn’t Harris worry that his position as city lord will be unstable?

Where does Harris get the confidence from?

Arnold's mind was racing, and he always felt like he seemed to have overlooked something.

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After signing the contract with Harris, Song Ning did not relax.

He wanted to do more things now, especially since he had just received the latest news.

"Our hero has taken the entire team to 'deal with' the plague magic. I heard they'll soon run into those people from the Church of Light. I wonder what will happen then."

Song Ning was now too lazy to avoid his own dragon. He had already understood from the fact that the dragon was now controlling him that it had already stuck to him and it was probably impossible to break it apart.

"Let's eat first, then we can talk business. Today I made the boiled cuckoo meat slices you said you wanted to eat last time. Didn't you say you liked the maple syrup pancakes Hill sent last time? I made some too. You can try them after dinner. The black tea that City Lord Harris sent is also brewed."

When Song Ning heard this, he quickly finished the medicine in his hand without thinking, then left the workshop and went straight to the dining table.

The delicious dishes on the table made his mouth water, and Song Ning couldn't help but close his eyes and mutter in his heart.

Regardless of whether the dragon was attracted to him or his flesh, or simply liked living this kind of life of nourishing people, he now hoped that the dragon would remain inseparable from him, preferably until the last moment of his life.

Song Ning, who is now too surprised by being raised by Long, finds it hard to imagine how he would live his future without Long.

The meat slices of the Cuckoo Beast were very tender and smooth, and with Lance's secret sauce and superb cooking skills, Song Ning was so engrossed in eating that he had no time to think about anything else.

As usual, after he finished eating, he was pulled up and taken out for a walk with the desserts to help digest the food. After digesting some of it, he continued to eat the delicious food.

Song Ning wanted to stuff it in directly, but dragons have more rules than humans.

But because of the delicious food, Song Ning still obediently let Long accompany him for a walk.

As he walked, he kept thinking about the maple syrup pancakes and tried to make a final struggle.

"This won't taste good if it's cold. It's best right out of the pan. How about I just have one?"

Lance placed his hand on the back of his waist, half supporting him, and refused without mercy.

"I've already bought the time-stopping magic storage device we saw last time. Putting everything in there won't affect the taste."

Song Ning almost stumbled and fell into the sewer, but fortunately a big hand on his waist supported him.

Before he could even think about when this hand came up, Song Ning's eyes widened in shock.

"But that costs 10,000 gold coins, right? Where did you get the gold coins?"

Lance was incredibly calm. "Didn't you give me the gold coins last time and told me to look after them? I think this is the most important thing right now. And with the order from City Lord Harris, I'll probably be able to earn back these coins quickly. There's no point in you keeping them."

Song Ning was speechless.

Because everything the dragon said was true, but he still couldn't hide the fact that Lance spent a huge amount of money just to buy such a magic storage item.

“…Isn’t that a bit too extravagant?”

His question was deafening. It was really because he was ignorant. After all, even the total investment he had spent on himself in the previous years was not even one-tenth of what was here.

Who knew that Lance just hugged his waist tighter - this time he didn't even bother to act.

"It's just a small amount of money. It won't be much if I spend it on you."

Song Ning originally thought that he would find it a little difficult to adapt to this sentence. After all, he had never heard anyone say this to him before.

In the past, when he was blind, he would spend his money on some ungrateful magician. Now that people are spending so much money on him, Song Ning realized how good it feels.

He couldn't help but sigh softly, "This feeling really makes it easy for people to become bad."

No wonder that person became like that later.

"No, a good person won't turn bad just because others are nice to him. Only bad people can't hide their true nature because others are nice to them."

A plate of hot maple syrup pancakes was handed to him, along with Long's calm tone.

Song Ning was silent for a second, then smiled and took it.

"That's true. We can't make excuses for bad people. Otherwise, the thing that is used as an excuse is too pitiful."

Is it wrong for him to want to train a magician of his own? The ones who are wrong are the bad people who scheme against others.

Lance: "Yeah, that's it."

The two of them walked out of their residence. Lance calculated Song Ning's appetite and prepared just the right amount of food. They had eaten it all by the time they came back after a walk.

Song Ning had eaten and exercised enough, and the two returned to their rented apartment. Song Ning suddenly remembered another thing.

"By the way, have you arranged for those mercenaries? Didn't we originally plan to have them pretend to be our family knights and negotiate with Lord Harris? Now that we don't need them for the time being, where did you arrange for them?"

Lance put down the baguette he had bought on the way and said, "I was just about to ask this. I want to open another store in Lionheart City with the 50,000 gold coins that City Lord Harris paid in advance."

Sensing the implication of his words, Song Ning raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

"Since City Lord Harris has already sided with us, I think we can consider starting our development from the Temple of Light in Lionheart City."

Lance did not hide his ambition at all. He casually took out a map and placed it on the table. The violets in the vase exuded a faint fragrance. The small purple flowers and the blue light in his eyes were intertwined with brilliant ambition.

"Since the Church of Light is constantly trying to encroach on other people's territory and causing us no peace, we can also use Harris and the recovery potion to suppress them."

Song Ning was speechless for a long time before he asked in surprise, a little confused.

"I don't remember teaching you these things when I raised you. You..."

Where does this ambition come from?