Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress

Awkward.

There were still many doubts in her mind.

Lance had changed too much after a thousand years, and she found it somewhat hard to accept. It even made her wonder... was the Lance before her eyes... the same Lance from a thousand years ago?

Was the Lance from a thousand years ago truly just an honest and simple Potion Master?

How much had he hidden from them?

According to the information collected from Saint Blue City, Viscount Lance was not only a Pharmacist, but also a Beast Tamer, and the key point was that he also knew how to farm.

Farming as a life skill wasn't surprising; with some hard work and a bit of time, one could quickly master this life skill.

What she cared about was his identity as a Beast Tamer.

A thousand years ago, Lance had never shown even a hint of talent for beast taming in front of them. When they went on missions and encountered powerful and ferocious beasts, he would only stand at the back and shout, "Kill it, and I will cook you a medicinal meal tonight."

The honest and simple Lance was not only adept at concocting Extraordinary Elixirs but also a top-tier chef with a gold certificate.

Lance's culinary skills were of great help to the team.

The team could do without the "nonexistent Pharmacist," but they couldn't be without Chef Lance.

Before the "King-Sealing, Demon-Slaying" campaign, the male team members were robust, and the female ones plump and glossy.

A year after the "King-Sealing, Demon-Slaying" campaign had ended, when she saw her former teammates again, they had visibly lost weight.

The Lance she knew a thousand years ago: the honest and simple Potion Master Lance.

Gold Medal Chef Lance.

The Lance she met after a thousand years: free-spirited, unconstrained. At the same time, he was the Viscount beloved by the people of Saint Blue, a Beast Tamer, the amazing "Earl" who sculpted statues of deities, built temples, and gained the approval of the Dragon God.

Even her, an elf who had lived for over a thousand years, felt no sense of superiority when facing the Lance of a thousand years later.

"If other teammates saw you a thousand years later, I doubt there are many who would dare to recognize you... nor would they dare to jest with you as casually as before..."

"They haven't died?"

"???!!!"

Amelia, who was feeling sentimental and mournful, almost choked on Lance's words from a thousand years later.

Speaking of teammates from a thousand years ago, you respond with "They haven't died?"

Ruthless!

"What's with that look? As a human, even if one is as strong as a hero, it's extremely difficult to live for a thousand years without having achieved Divinity or lighted the Divine Fire.

Of course, if you used the Elf Clan's 'Spring of Life' to extend their lifespans, then with their strength, they should be able to live past a thousand years.

But the problem is... you probably can't just obtain the Elf Clan's 'Spring of Life' whenever you want. I'm afraid you couldn't even get close to it.

A group of terrifying old folks guard the 'Spring of Life' for your Elf Clan. That place... even a fly crossing over would get inspected inside and out dozens of times, then spontaneously die..."

Using the Spring of Life to extend her teammates' lifespans?

She had the idea but not the strength.

The Spring of Life was a sacred item of their Elf Clan; not even the Royal Family could use it at will, let alone her, an ordinary elf.

Wait a second...

Something's not right...

How did Lance from a thousand years later know that guarding the Spring of Life were a group of powerful old... strong beings?

She didn't even know, so how did Lance?

"Have you been to our Elf Clan's sacred place?"

"No."

"Then how do you know that the guardians of the 'Spring of Life' are a group of powerful strong beings?"

"Heard it through the grapevine."

Lance casually explained, he certainly couldn't tell Amelia that he had once visited the Elf Clan's sacred place out of curiosity, only to be scared away by a group of terrifying old immortals...

That embarrassing incident would lose face for the Black Dragon... how could he talk about it casually?

Indeed, he was terrified back then. A bunch of old immortals from various races, some even legends of legends...

He had been so scared at that time that his dragon wings almost cramped.

The scene was so overwhelming that to this day, he dared not wander around the Elf Clan's sacred place.

Moreover, as a Black Dragon, he didn't need the Spring of Life to extend his own lifespan. There was no need to risk his dragon life just to show off and be strong...

"They're not dead, they became gods."

"Became gods? Who, who became... a god?!"

Lance was surprised. Could it be those few teammates of his?

That impressive?

They actually became gods?

Amelia was unhappy to see Lance's reaction.

To hear that his former teammates had become gods and to merely seem a bit surprised?

Shouldn't he be shocked, incredulous, and excitedly come over to put his hands on her shoulders, shaking her as he asked for details?

What was with this somewhat bland reaction?

"They all became gods."

"???"

Outrageous.

All his former teammates had become gods, yet he alone had not become one to this day?

Oh, the elf before him hadn't become a god, either.

It was normal for long-lived races without the pressure of a short lifespan, their ambition couldn't compare to that of humans.

"That's good news."

Smiling, Lance looked towards the Dragon Whelp; the little one was having the time of her life, letting the children grab her dragon tail... using her tail to pull the kids around in circles in the plaza...

The matter of his teammates becoming gods made him feel slightly sour, but it was just a slight feeling.

"The former teammates have become gods, don't you want to see them?"

"No need. I'm just a passerby in their lives. If it weren't for the coincidence of running into you in Saint Blue City... you would also become passersby in my life." Find exclusive stories on empire

Living long and experiencing much meant encountering many people.

He had personally gone through partings and death several times; the first time, he suffered for a long while.