NOVEL NEXT Chapter 76: Old Master, Have You Truly Lived A Second Life?
The spirit he summoned was really weak and loved to play.
He summoned multiple times, and it was always that guy who responded to his summoning, as if, besides that guy, no spirit in the Spirit Hall was willing to answer his call.
Thinking of that guy, the phrase "Lance, save me..." would subconsciously surface in his mind.
If he summoned Sophia at night and that guy dared to respond again, he'd have to punch her the moment she appeared in the summoning formation.
The Young Dragon sitting beside the Evil Dragon thought it was a bit outrageous; the Evil Dragon could really summon spirits. How could he meet such strict summoning conditions?
It was already impressive that he could summon the undead from hell, but now he was even capable of summoning spirits.
A question popped up in the Young Dragon Lucia's mind: when the Evil Dragon died, would he go to hell? Or would he become an Evil Dragon spirit in the Spirit Hall?
He couldn't possibly be going to heaven, right?
Imagine a Evil Dragon showing up in heaven; wouldn't it scare the souls up there to death?
Speaking of which, she had never seen a spirit before. If the Evil Dragon was summoning one tonight, she definitely needed to sneak a peek.
Lance could still summon spirits?
Joanna was becoming more and more convinced that Lance couldn't possibly be the teacher of the butler Brandon because if he were true Brandon's teacher, why couldn't Brandon summon spirits?
Why couldn't he grow bananas that were longer than a meter?
If she remembered correctly, the butler Brandon seemed to have graduated from the Royal Butler Academy.
Lance, and the young dragon's accent when speaking... didn't seem like they were from the capital at all.
If he wasn't Brandon's teacher but knew about the agreement between Brandon and her, as well as some things about her childhood…
Experience tales at empire
It meant that Brandon trusted Lance.
To be able to talk with the dead... and even summon spirits...
Supernatural beings...
Dragon Knights...
His approaching her... shouldn't have any ill intentions, right?
So far, she hadn't felt any ill intentions from Lance. Besides being laid-back, liking to enjoy himself... he seemed like a good person...
He spoke of inheriting Brandon's Gold Coins but ended up donating them to the orphanage.
He must be a kind person, just a bit too bold.
"Your Highness Young Dragon, let me take you to Central Avenue's shopping district in Lionheart City. It's very lively there, and the shops stay open very late at night. Our citizens call it 'Sleepless City'."
"Yeah, yeah, let's go check it out, Lance?"
"First, take me to the Lionheart City hospital. I want to visit those three blockheads who almost demolished the City Lord's Mansion."
"Ah? Lord Lance, you want to see them?"
"Yep. If I don't scold them, I won't be able to calm down."
He wants to beat up those three supernatural beings?
Great, great!
"Lord Lance, let me lead the way for you."
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Lionheart City First Hospital, Severe Injury Department, third floor, room 309.
Louis, Dalton, and Bazel lay in their hospital beds, occasionally glancing at the medicine on the cabinet next to them.
The potion was prepared by Old Master Lance. Meredith had told them that the three bottles could speed up the recovery of their wounds.
They were a bit afraid to drink Old Master Lance's potions. It had been three days since they received them. They were really tempted, but they were truly afraid to drink them.
"I'm saying... Louis, the potion Old Master Lance prepared for us has been here for three days. If we keep it without drinking, will it lose its effectiveness?"
"I think it might, so... Bazel, don't waste Old Master Lance's kind intention. Drink it quickly. Who knows, after drinking Old Master Lance's potion, your long hair that was chopped off by Sword Intent might instantly grow back."
Bazel was originally a dashing man with long flowing hair. After that night, he became bald, and that had saddened Bazel for a long time.
Louis touched his short hair, grateful he didn't like long hair. Short hair was more convenient; a quick rinse with water and it was immediately clean.
Women who liked him said he was sunny and rugged.
"Get lost, making me your guinea pig. Don't you guys have any conscience?"
"What's there to be afraid of? Haven't you drunk Old Master Lance's potions before?"
"You two have drunk them too. If we're going to drink this... we'll do it together."
"Let's play rock-paper-scissors. The loser drinks first, how about that?"
Dalton, lying on the hospital bed, suggested that drinking Lord Lance's medicinal concoction might have some side effects. Still, it could heal their injuries quickly. If the side effects weren't too severe, they might be tolerable.
But he was afraid that if the side effects were too strong, they might not fade for two or three months.
"This suggestion is good... come on... let's guess..."
"Here we are, the three patients you're visiting are staying in this room 309."
The nurse's voice came from outside the hospital room just as Louis, Dalton, and Bazel were getting ready to play rock-paper-scissors to decide who would take the medicine.
The game to decide who drank the medicine would have to wait.
The door of the hospital room was pushed open with a grating sound by the nurse.
Seeing the visitor, the hearts of Louis, Bazel, and Dalton all skipped a beat.
Why was it the daughter of the City Lord's Mansion?
The lady had visited once before, and that time, she had looked at them with such resentment...
They had intended to apologize after their injuries healed and they were about to leave, but now she had returned...
Wait a minute?
Why was there also a small amethyst Young Dragon not even as tall as a person?
This is bad...
Could it be that the lady had spent money to hire a Dragon Knight to beat them up?
Louis, Dalton, and Bazel exchanged a glance, realizing that, in their current state... they had the strength to resist... but definitely not against a Dragon Knight—wait, hold on!!!
Didn't the tall young man behind the Young Dragon look incredibly like Lord Lance?!!!
Since when did Lord Lance have such a tall grandson out of the blue?
Those eyes, that demeanor, the way he walked were exactly like the old man's!
Just slightly more flamboyant.
Lord Lance would never wear such flashy clothes.
Ah, the vigor of youth...
"Miss Joanna... listen to our explanation..."
"No need to explain, I don't resent you anymore."
"???"
Why had she suddenly become so understanding?
That's a relief.
"That young man, you look a lot like an elder we know. May I ask... what is your name?"
Lance moved past the Young Dragon and Joanna, heading straight to the bedsides of Louis and Dalton.
He noticed the medicinal concoction placed on top of a cabinet.
"Why haven't you taken the medicine? Afraid it's poisoned?"
"How did you know... ah..."
"...ah..."
"...ah..."
Three cries of agony rang out one after another in the hospital room.
Louis, Dalton, and Bazel clutched their heads, looking painfully at the young man who bore a striking resemblance to Lord Lance.
This young man didn't play by the rules; before they could finish speaking, the flashy young man had a Hammer in his hand.
Then each of them received a blow from the Hammer...
The speed of the attack was too fast for them to react.
"Junior, how dare you be disrespectful to us? We three are your elders."
With a 'clang,' Bazel received another whack on his bald head.
Louis and Dalton threw off their blankets and jumped out of bed to run away, seemingly realizing something.
"Try running, and see if I won't flatten you into a paper-thin figure and stick you to the wall for a month?"
In an instant, Louis and Dalton stopped moving!
"Lord Lance... please don't tell us... that you've truly lived to see a second lifetime..."