The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

"I believe in Phyllis. If she says she can do it, then she definitely can."

Lucia squinted, swallowing sweet ambergris as if she could already smell the aroma of roasted meat;

"We're about to eat sizzling, oily barbecue."

"That was before, this time is different..."

O'Vell knew that humans were brutal and bloodthirsty, and that falling into their hands meant either death or becoming a toy.

They were speaking in the ancient dragon language of the Northern Continent. To humans, this obscure dragon language sounded like dragons growling, with no idea what it meant.

Ron's pupils dilated slightly, surprised that he had actually understood their conversation.

If you can communicate normally with Yalongniang, then communication will be much simpler.

"Master is disgusting. He stared at the female dragon's body with such burning eyes."

Fiona noticed the man beside her staring at them, her brows furrowed slightly, and she couldn't help but complain.

“You’re not in a position to be present for what Fiona is about to do. Go outside.”

Ron turned his head and gave an order to the maid beside him.

"The master's unusual fetish is no longer being hidden at all~"

Fiona clenched her fist secretly, looking at the man in front of her with disdain;

"If possible, the maid would like to correct the master's strange habits, so if there is anything you want to do, please do it for the maid."

After saying this, a faint blush spread across her face, but she still slightly raised her chin, revealing a disdainful expression.

It's like watching a scumbag.

“Fiona, I’m not a pervert, you can go out now.”

Ron didn't want to explain too much, after all, he had too many secrets, and there were some things that even his childhood maid couldn't know.

"My master's tastes are truly incomprehensible. Instead of choosing me, his maid, he chose a female sub-dragon with scales and a tail."

Fiona gave a cold "tsk," turned around, and left the dungeon.

After leaving, he slammed the door shut, seemingly expressing his dissatisfaction...

"Well, the female human left, and now only the male human who bought us is left."

O'Vell's wheat-colored skin trembled slightly, and her brown vertical pupils were filled with fear;

“I heard my mother say that male humans would do strange things to us and turn us into toys for their pleasure.”

"No, I don't want to become a toy!"

Lucia, standing to the side, had beautiful light blue eyes that seemed to hold a hint of moisture, and the scales on her body were gradually becoming damp, as if they might drip water at any moment.

No, it's already dripping out.

Perhaps out of fear, water seeped from the scales on her thick tail.

"Lucia...you didn't wet yourself in fear, did you...?"

O'Ville felt the ground gradually becoming wet, and immediately raised her tail and shook it, afraid of getting it on her.

"No, no, I... I haven't wet the bed since last year!"

Lucia blushed and stammered her explanation.

"You were fifteen years old last year..."

O'Ville recalled that she herself stopped wetting the bed when she was twelve years old;

"I stopped wetting the bed when I was six years old."

"Well, you're really something then!"

The two of them were quite oblivious, continuing to chat about these strange topics, while Fria's crimson eyes never left the man for even a moment.

She stared warily at the man in front of her, her forearms, calves, and the red scales on her tail all standing on end.

Her once slender and delicate hands had been transformed into sharp, dark claws.

Sub-dragons typically only grow scales on these parts of their bodies, and their hands only transform into dragon claws during combat.

“At a time like this, you still have the mind to talk about bedwetting.”

Ron picked up a stool, sat down in front of the cell, and spoke in the ancient dragon language of the Northern Continent.

hiss.....

His words startled all the female dragons present, causing their pupils to widen, their scales to tremble, and their tails to rise warily and sway slightly.

This is their body's natural reaction when they encounter danger.

This was the first time they had ever encountered humans who could speak the language of dragons.

"Oh no, I'm doomed! This human knows I wet the bed!"

Lucia hugged her companion, her face burning, water seeping from her pale blue scales. She lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at the man in front of her.

Chapter 3: The Choice for the Dragon Girl! Ron's Solution!

After a brief silence, Fria gritted her teeth and questioned the man in front of her;

"Why do you speak dragon language!"

She knew that in thousands of years, there had never been a human who could speak the language of dragons.

But now, the human in front of me is an exception.

"That's not important. What's important is that I can save you."

Ron walked to the cell, took the key out of his pocket, and inserted it into the lock.

pat-

As the key turned, the iron door of the cell opened.

"Yuan, so you came to save us! That's great, now we can go home."

Lucia had no doubt about the human's words. Excitedly, she stood up, ready to lie on the ground and expose her belly as a gesture of gratitude, using the highest honors of the dragon race.

The abdomen is the weak point of the dragon race, as it is soft and scaleless. They usually lie on the ground and let the other person touch them when expressing gratitude, loyalty, or obedience.

O'Ville reacted quickly, grabbing Lucia's tail and pulling her back. Lucia, who had just stood up, fell on her bottom.

At that moment, O'Ville felt incredibly heavy, as if her bones were about to break. She spoke with obvious disgust:

“Lucia told you to eat less each time, and now look how heavy you've become. Your big ass is too fat.”

She couldn't resist slapping it, and it immediately made a crisp "smack" sound.

"I'm controlling my weight, so I'm not fat~"

Lucia blushed and stood up, perhaps trying to hide the fact that she had gained weight, and curled her slightly trembling dragon tail to cover her shapely buttocks.

After covering her shapely buttocks, she breathed a sigh of relief, as if out of sight, out of mind.

Then she pouted and looked behind her;

“I want to express my gratitude to this human. Ovelle, why are you pulling my tail?”

O'Ville looked at me like I was an idiot;

"Lucia, don't be silly. How could humans possibly save us? They'll just beat us with sticks for fun."

Sometimes she wondered what was going on in Lucia's head, that she could trust humans so easily.

"Ah~"

Lucia gaped, hugged O'Ville, and stared warily at Ron in front of her.

"Humanity!"

Phyllis leaned forward slightly, her arms outstretched, revealing sharp dragon claws, and her crimson vertical pupils contracted.

"Don't even think about deceiving us with such a vile lie. If you dare to mess around, I swear I will cut open your stomach, sever your intestines, rip out your heart, crush your skull, and bathe in your blood!"

She exhaled wisps of hot air, and her scales stood up one by one, spewing out scorching steam.

A thin layer of hot steam permeated the entire cell.

Ron was immediately covered in sweat, feeling as if he had entered a sauna.

"It's so hot!"

Lucia, standing to the side, opened her mouth and, like a puppy, stuck out her tongue, panting to cool off.

"Lucia, don't bother Philia at a time like this."

O'Ville immediately covered Lucia's mouth to stop her from saying anything strange at this time.

Lucia is always like this, saying things that leave the dragons completely baffled at inopportune times.

"But, but you know, I've always been very sensitive to heat~"

Lucia pushed away the hand covering her mouth with her tongue and stammered out a sentence.

She hated the sun and hot weather since she was a child, and loved soaking in the cool river water, not because of the delicious fish and shrimp in it...