◎Call me Lord Dark Dragon◎

"The Night Dragon was once the overlord of the Demon Realm."

In the Demon King's Palace, Sur held a cup of lava bubble tea, drank it in gulps, and told everything he knew in one breath.

"It is said that many previous demon kings could not defeat him. If this dragon had not slept for hundreds of years and had no interest in unifying the demon realm, he could have easily become the demon king. In addition, the demon dragon is very fast, and it is difficult to defend against it when it attacks the demon palace with its dragon breath. Therefore, the previous demon kings chose to send him some food and treasures every few years to prevent him from robbing the demon palace."

"Until eight hundred years ago, the Dark Night Dragon woke up and ran to the Demon King's Palace again to ask for offerings."

The previous demon king was not an easy person to talk to. He was powerful and violent, so how could he tolerate the dragon's tyranny?

After several days of earth-shaking battles, the Demon King's Palace was devastated by the aftermath of the battle, the Demon Dragon was defeated, and even the dragon's nest was taken away by the former Demon King. The Demon King could only flee in a panic with serious injuries and never dared to come back.

At that time, the Dark Iron Dwarves had not yet reached the Demon King's Palace, so the demons hid in fear under the Demon King's Palace. There were not many casualties among the demons, but the entire Demon Realm was shocked by the Demon King's power. For hundreds of years thereafter, no demons launched a rebellion, and the former Demon King became the longest-reigning Demon King.

Warren frowned slightly, "Another eight hundred years ago."

Eight hundred years ago, the Dark Iron Dwarves received a gift from the Demon King, the Liches obtained a cursed magic book, and the former Demon King fought a great battle with the Dragon - was it really just a coincidence?

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Supporting his chin with one hand, he knew that this matter had not been answered yet, so he didn't dwell on it too much and turned to look at Tiechui.

Tiechui sat up straight.

This was their first time holding a meeting in the newly built Demon King's Palace. There was a long square table in the meeting room with the Demon King sitting at the top seat, but Tiechui still felt a little uncomfortable - how could they sit in front of the Demon King!

However, this was the Demon King's order, so he could only do it. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, knowing what the Demon King was going to ask, and answered consciously: "The Dark Night Dragon is very efficient. After we taught him the building skills, he was able to start working very quickly. Basically, one dragon can do the work of the entire construction team. We originally thought that the Demon Tribe Hotel would take more than a month to build, but now it looks like it can be completed in less than half a month."

Warren nodded in satisfaction.

"As long as he can work," he said, tapping the table thoughtfully, "but we can't always let him build houses. Hmm, how is his math class going?"

Soul: “Uh…”

Although Sur was in charge of organizing the learning work, she had been busy preparing for the Demon Feast recently and had not paid attention to the teaching situation of the demons at all.

"The Night Dragons take classes with the new liches and wandering demons," she scratched her ear, "Their math teacher is Feiwu. I'll go ask him today."

"No, you're already busy," Warren waved his hand. "After the meeting, call Xiaolong over here. I'll give him some math problems to solve."

The demons looked sympathetic.

Even a dragon as powerful as the Night Dragon cannot escape the clutches of mathematics!

These days, they often see the Dark Night Dragon grunting while working as he moves bricks, eating ten bowls of rice in a row in the cafeteria, and having no money left because he ate too much, he can only drool at the French fries. Their fear of the Dark Night Dragon has almost disappeared, and they gradually regard him as a companion of the Demon King's Palace.

As for the Dark Night Dragon, due to the intimidation of the Demon King, he worked obediently and was so timid that he even ate carefully. It was not until he learned how to build a house and finally made money that he stood up again. One dragon carried all the stones and built the foundation of a stone house in no time. He proudly put his hands on his waist and said, "Here are two copper coins! Give them to me!"

The construction team leader came over after hearing the sound, looked around, and found no flaws, so he took out two copper coins and placed them in the palm of the Dark Night Dragon's hand: "Thank you for your hard work."

Xiaolong happily put away the copper coins and continued to carry the stones.

He picked up the stone brick and flew into the air, then he saw Tiechui rushing over and ran in front of him: "Molong, the king asked you to go find him."

Xiaolong was so frightened that the stone almost fell to the ground.

He didn't care about anything else and hurriedly stabilized the stone. Seeing that the foundation he had just built on the ground was still intact, he breathed a sigh of relief, put the bricks back in place, and then looked up to talk to Tiechui.

Although he had restrained himself a lot, the dragon's tone was still arrogant: "I told you to call me Lord Dark Night Dragon!"

"Oh," Tiechui said expressionlessly, pretending he hadn't heard anything, "The King is looking for you."

The dragon pursed its lips and snorted angrily.

When he kills this Demon King, he will definitely kill this Dark Iron Dwarf who bullies the dragon! Then he will occupy the Demon King's Palace and make all the demons feed him French fries every day!

——The extremely unambitious Xiaolong never considered the option of practicing hard to defeat the Demon King. He just silently hoped that the Demon King would be defeated by other demons one day, or if that didn’t work, his life would end. After all, he was a long-lived person and had lived for almost ten thousand years and had not yet reached middle age. He could definitely wait!

He counted on his fingers and planned that he would have to eat French fries, potato cakes, and spicy meat sauce, and he would also have to ask the tailor to make him lots of beautiful silver clothes with black dragon patterns on them.

Imagine the wonderful life in the future, the dragon walked into the palace of the devil, and seeing the smiling devil, he immediately got so scared that he shrank his tail, opened his eyes wide vigilantly, and subconsciously covered his little pointed horns.

Warren couldn't help but laugh.

The dragon belatedly realized that his action was embarrassing, his face flushed red, and he glared at the Demon King, but he still remembered how powerful the Demon King was, and even more so how he was punished by not being allowed to eat for a whole day because he stole the goblins' food. He didn't dare to say anything harsh, but just got so angry that he turned into a round black dragon ball on the spot.

"Come here," Warren knocked on the table, brushed the scattered silver hair on his forehead behind his ears, and stretched out his hand to the dragon, "I heard that you are studying mathematics recently? Let me test you. There will be rewards for correct answers."

Xiaolong's eyes lit up.

"I'm studying mathematics," he said with dignity and chest puffed out, "Teacher Feiwu has praised me several times!"

Warren raised his eyebrows in surprise.

In his impression, Feiwu is a very strict Winged Demon. To be praised by Feiwu, it seems that Xiaolong’s math level is quite good.

It seems that letting the magic dragon research magic circles to replace magic machines is just around the corner!

"Then let me test you," he happily picked up the accounting board. Considering that Xiaolong had only been learning for a few days, he decided to start with the simplest questions, "You have an egg in your hand and another egg on the table. How many eggs are there in total?"

The dragon didn't hesitate: "0!"

Warren was stunned: "Why?"

The dragon was very confident: "Because 0 looks like an egg!"

Warren: “…”

Warren: "How did Feiwu praise you?"

Mentioning this, the magic dragon was even happier: "Teacher Feiwu said that he has never seen a student like me!"

Warren held his forehead.

He waved his hand, motioning the dragon to come to him, and asked about his study of magic words.

"Magic runes are too difficult, not as easy as mathematics," Xiao Long took a few steps and stared at Warren's hand warily, guarding against him suddenly touching his dragon horn. "I only learned how to write numbers."

Warren shook his head helplessly, thinking that he had nothing to do, so he took out a box of French fries that had been cast with a preservation magic from the storage room of the Demon King's Palace and patiently taught him the correct algorithm for addition and subtraction.

The moment he saw the French fries, he perked up. This time, Xiaolong learned very quickly. It only took him half a day to figure out that one plus one equals two. Then he ate two French fries in one gulp and opened his empty palms: "This time it's zero! Two minus two equals zero!"

Warren touched his dragon horn, and this time he didn't hide. Although he tilted his head a little uncomfortable, he still accepted it awkwardly and tried to put a French fry into his mouth.

"Study hard," Warren encouraged. "Once you pass the math and magic exams, you can switch to other jobs, such as the forging team. The dragon fire forging effect is very strong, and they will definitely welcome you."

The dragon raised his head, full of confidence: "Of course, I am the best - but what is forging?"

"They are the cornerstone of the Demon King's Palace, an indispensable team that requires superb magic skills, proficient work experience, and genius creativity," Warren said smoothly, pretending that he had not used the word "indispensable" when introducing any team. "You still need to continue to work hard to be competent. However, if you pass the math and magic test, I can give you a small gift - how about two hundred French fries?"

The dragon hesitated.

He hid underground and slept for nearly eight hundred years without eating anything. Although he was severely punished after arriving at the Demon King's Palace, he also ate the most delicious food he had ever eaten since he was born.

Even though he was a dragon without ambition and didn't dare to confront the Demon King head-on, if it weren't for the temptation of delicious food, he would definitely have escaped that very night when the Demon King let go of the person who controlled him.

Since the number of copper coins he could earn every day was very small, the dragon was never full and could only satisfy his hunger in human form. If he turned into a dragon and ate as much as he wanted, he could eat up all the potato reserves in the Demon King's Palace.

But the problem is that he now has a gift that he wants more.

"Can I get a different gift?" he asked expectantly, his hands on his hips, obviously confident that he could pass the exam.

Warren raised an eyebrow. Considering the magic power of the dragon, it is very likely that he can make a contract without making a sound. He changed his posture cautiously: "What do you want?"

Dragon: "I want your hair!"

Warren: “?”

Seeing Warren's slightly surprised expression, Xiaolong shrank his neck, a little timid, but for the sake of his favorite silver, he still argued and stretched out two fingers to gesture: "Just a little bit! Even one is fine! I want to keep it in amber!"

The dragon, who always wants to snatch away anything silver, has been coveting the demon king's long silver hair for a long time.

Warren: “This won’t work!!!”

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Warren: Although Xiaolong is very useful, I feel that he is a bit stupid for some reason...