I'm a dragon, I only want to steal princesses

Chapter 93 Chocolate Cream Puffs

the next day.

Anya Nightblade woke up slowly with a splitting headache.

"This is me..." She had just regained consciousness from the fragment, and she was still a little confused about the situation for a while.

She found herself lying on a soft bed in a reasonably well-decorated living room.

This is where?

I remember that I came to visit Red Dragon yesterday, and drank with him, and then, and then...

She struggled to sort out the chaotic memories in her mind, then sat up from the bed.

At the same time, the nasal congestion caused by drinking was immediately relieved, and a strange smell flooded into the freshly ventilated nose.

"What's that smell?"

Anya frowned at the fishy smell that she had never smelled before, and then she found that she was not covered with any hair, but only covered with a thin blanket.

A chill ran down her spine, Anya suddenly realized something, and threw off the blanket.

As if lightning flashed across her mind, at this moment, she recalled everything before she lost consciousness yesterday.

A short scream almost escaped from her throat, but she swallowed it back in time.

Once upon a time, a hero got drunk with wine and then killed the dragon, which became a classic legend among bards.

Now, a dark elf wants to reproduce this legend, and then...

I was drunk by the dragon, and then pouted by the dragon.

If such a thing can reach the mouth of the troubadour, it will definitely become a classic.

A classic joke.

At this time, in the living room on the sixth floor of the tower, Isbel laughed endlessly at the screen projected by [Watcher], and finally rolled over on the bed clutching her stomach.

Damn Red Dragon!
Anya clenched her teeth, clutching the sheets and blankets tightly, the anger in her eyes was about to burst out.

It's decided, when I get that book, I must kill you! !
But she controlled her expression in time, because she suddenly noticed a certain aura in the room—it was a golem, quietly guarding in the corner and waiting for orders.

Seeing her getting up from the bed, the golem slowly stepped forward and bowed to her: "Mistress, I am here to wait for you to wake up by my master's order."

"Where is Mr. Gannon going now?" Anya thought for a while and asked.

"The master has washed up first, and is waiting for you in the restaurant. Do you need to take a bath and change clothes now?" The golem asked respectfully.

"It's really considerate." Anya controlled the muscles on her face to force out a smile, "Then let me take a shower first."

"Hot water is ready, please!" The golem spread its hands in the direction of the bathroom.

Calm down, An Ya, what has happened cannot be changed, the matter has come to this point, we can only swallow the failure first, and then re-arrange.

Anya tried hard in her heart to persuade herself to calm down.

Afterwards, Anya soaked in the large bathtub full of water, tried to stretch her stiff body, and then couldn't help but help her waist.

No, don't imagine!
Anya tried her best to shake her head so as not to fall into uncontrollable nausea.

The memory after getting drunk yesterday was basically washed away by Jiu Jin, only the memory of Q&A with Red Dragon before fainting still remained in my mind.

Unexpectedly, that book actually has the protective power to prevent poisoning. It is basically impossible to make the red dragon lose consciousness through medicine or spells.

The red dragon basically carried the book with him, and there was a huge risk in stealing it directly.

The only feasible solution is to find an opportunity to trick Red Dragon into handing the book to her.

Thinking in a good direction, after this night, Red Dragon should have more trust in her after having this relationship with her.

Then just confirm how much the Red Dragon trusts her, and create another chance...

Oh, and that alternative might come in handy.

While thinking about it, she dried her body, changed her clothes, and walked out of the room to the dining room—after all, she couldn't keep Ganon waiting for too long.

When going from the living room on the second floor to the dining room, you will pass the corridor entrance, and as soon as you get there, Anya senses the breath of other people.

She recognized the breath immediately, and with a bit of displeasure, she turned her head and met Isbel who was walking downstairs slowly.

Isbel looked at her with a cold face, and she also looked at Isbel with a cold face.

The wood elves in Twilight were once citizens of the same elf empire as the high elves of the Federation of Elements.

In that era, the race that the elves hated the most was the dark elves who had the same origin as them, but followed different beliefs and paths.

The feud between the two sides can be traced back to their tribal era, but in the last thousand years, neither the wood elves nor the high elves had any large-scale conflicts with the dark elves.

But the racial antagonism brought about by historical origins has always existed, and this antagonism is deeply rooted in their traditional concepts.In the eyes of the elves, the dark elves are treacherous, cunning, and evil.In the eyes of the dark elves, the elves are sanctimonious and posturing.

When a dark elf and an elf meet, the most friendly way to communicate is to ignore each other, and the first words must be ridiculed. As for fisting, kicking or even facing each other with swords, they are all considered normal.

This one looked at each other, confirmed the eyes, and both of them looked at each other very unpleasantly.

"Hmph, look at you, didn't you have a good time last night, chocolate meringue cream puff?" Isbel first opened her mouth in a mocking tone.

Chocolate meringue cream puffs?What the hell is this white man talking about?

Anya didn't understand the other person's metaphor, but she could tell that it was a sarcasm.

She quickly thought of ways to pay back.

By the way, this elf has been trained by the red dragon according to the information, and it is the same from yesterday's performance, and now she should be talking to her out of jealousy.

So she put a smile on her mouth: "Thanks to you, I am really happy. What a pity, starting today, Gannon will no longer need you. I remember how he described you, a woman who is as boring as wood ?”

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt disgusted in her heart. Although she said something against her will in retaliation for the white-skinned elf, she felt extremely uncomfortable just thinking about what happened yesterday.

Who would love being fucked by a red dragon as much as you, white slut!

To ridicule this elf with this matter is tantamount to injuring the enemy one thousand and self-injury eight hundred.

However, when she saw Isbel glaring at her, she somewhat found some psychological comfort.

"Remember it for me. I will be the hostess here from now on. It's better to clarify your own status." Anya said this to Isbel and walked towards the restaurant.

Isbel watched Anya enter the restaurant unwillingly, and immediately put away her expression and touched her face.

Acting is really not easy, facing this dark elf, she couldn't help laughing out several times.

By the way, this guy is really strong mentally.

She had come down here specially to see the other party's reaction, but she didn't expect the dark elf to pretend that nothing had happened after suffering such a big loss.

Let's see how you were moaned by Gannon until you cried!
With such expectation, Isbel turned and went back to her own floor.

In the dining room, Gannon smiled meaningfully when he saw Anya coming in: "You are here, how did you sleep yesterday, did you dream about anything?"

"Really..." Anya suppressed the strong killing intent in her heart, and pretended to be shy to avoid Gannon's gaze, "You were too intense yesterday, I almost couldn't get up."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's really hard to hold back with your charm, I'll be a little more restrained next time." Ganon said, beckoning Anya to sit down, "Sit down and eat, it's ready for you."

Want to have a next time?Before that, I will definitely send you home first! !
Anya cursed viciously in her heart, and sat down with a smile on her face. The golem quickly presented her with clear soup, white bread, and fried mutton rolls.

But Anya didn't move the tableware, but kept staring at Gannon with a smile on her face, and then called out solemnly: "My lord."

"Huh?" Gannon stopped putting food into his mouth when he heard this address, "What's wrong? Suddenly..."

"Don't you like this title?" Anya showed an uneasy expression, "I have already entrusted my body and mind to you, so you shouldn't plan to be responsible to me, right?"

Gannon raised his eyebrows, and then laughed loudly: "Hahaha, how could it be? I can't bear to let go of a good woman like you. On the contrary, you want to escape from me now, but you have no chance."

"That's great! I was still thinking, what would I do if I was rejected by you?" Anya put her hands on her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, I like you very much. From now on, you are the mistress of my territory. During the time you live here, you can tell the golems here what you want, and they will obey." Gano En said, sending a large piece of meat into his mouth.

"Thank you husband for your trust." Anya replied happily.

Half of this happiness is true. It seems that what happened yesterday really made Red Dragon trust her more. The strategy of pouring wine into Red Dragon failed. She still has a chance to use the beauty trick to get the book .

"Now that we have established a relationship, when will my husband be willing to come to Nitrilan? My mother, the mistress of the Yeren family, must be looking forward to your arrival." Anya asked along the way.

"I really want to, but... there are still some troubles in this territory that have not been resolved." Ganon said with deep meaning.

"My husband is worried about the movements of the Principality of Xihe?" Anya heard what he meant.

"There's also the Dragon's Back Empire." Gannon added, "It's a little embarrassing to say, but I've been worrying about not having a suitable source of information to grasp the movements of these humans."

"Oh, if it's just such a trivial matter, let me share the worries with your husband." Anya raised the corner of her mouth.

(End of this chapter)