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Chapter 1782, Section 415: The Sun Over Liberty City
She is... a black dragon?
Although dragons do not retain their dragon characteristics when they become human—for example, a red dragon must be red, a gold dragon must be gold, and a silver dragon must be silver—she is indeed a black dragon.

The Black Dragon, the most powerful and mysterious evil dragon among the five dragons, was something Annan had only seen in Tina's illusions.

If you ask him if he's greedy... well, of course he is, after all, the Black Dragon is someone who can rival the strongest dragon, the Golden Dragon.

"Believe it or not, I am Annan Reeves." Annan sat down next to the black dragon, seemingly casually but with a clear purpose.

In Annan's plan, it didn't matter whether the demons believed it or not; what mattered was that the news reached the ears of the gray-haired rat siblings.

"You filthy succubus, did I give you permission to sit with me?" the tall, black-clad woman said coldly.

The Abyss Demon, the Four-Armed Serpent Demon, and the surrounding demons immediately adopted a look of anticipation, as if watching a good show.

Annan remained unmoved: "I need to correct you. First, I am not dirty. I take three showers every day, and each time I use a special soap from Liberty City that leaves a lasting fragrance and moisturizes the skin. Flies slip on it, and mosquitoes do the splits."

"Secondly, this is a tavern. As a guest, I can sit wherever I want. Even if I were riding on the neck of the Four-Handed Bee Demon, it couldn't stop me, and you certainly can't stop me either."

"Ahem... If it goes too far, we still need to take action," the Four-Armed Bee Demon whispered, correcting him.

The black woman ignored his excuse. Seeing that even a succubus dared to flirt with her, her gray-black pupils split open into vertical pupils, and a terrifying dragon's might surged toward him alone.

Crunchy——

Annan scratched his itchy back through his wide robe.

The black-clad woman gave a soft "hmm," scrutinized Annan carefully, and changed her tone: "You're different from other succubi."

Annan recalled what the sorcerer's notes said: black dragons are arrogant, vengeful, and ruthless, and their enemies should be prepared to be hunted down for hundreds of years. But at the same time, they also have great respect for the strong.

Annan's immunity to the dragon's might led the black-clad woman to regard him as a powerful figure equal to herself.

"Of course it's different. I'm a succubus among succubi... Pshaw, I'm Anan, not a succubus."

“Then I am Irimoyas.”

“The fake Annan and the fake Illy Moyas are quite a good match,” Annan remarked casually.

The black-clad woman chuckled softly, "Give up, succubus. I will never love you. My heart belongs only to Anan."

Annan's expression gradually turned strange; he never expected a cold and beautiful woman to say such a thing.

"Have you met him?"

"No, but Annan Reeves is the dream lover of the female dragons."

"Is that so?" Annan instantly forgot about the Rat King.

“Ignorant succubus.” Black Dragon said sarcastically, then continued, “In the newspaper article published in Longshan, ‘Ten Richest Husbands and Ten Princesses in the First Millennium of the Saint Laurent Calendar,’ Annan Reeves ranked second among the richest husbands.”

"I'm only second? Who's first?" Annan was somewhat unconvinced.

“Prince Newman, the rightful heir to the Augagol Empire.” The woman in black was referring to Annan’s “old rival.” “However, the Or Empire would never allow its first heir to marry a dragon, so Annan Reeves is still the most popular choice.”

"Then why don't they go to Liberty City?"

“I went, and failed. Annan is such a picky person. But I will succeed.” The black woman arrogantly raised her chin.

Annan was about to say how could he not know, when he suddenly remembered that before he set off, he always experienced inexplicable coincidences.

For example, he bumped into a maid in patched clothes while leaving Aunt Susan's house; or he looked up while strolling down the street and saw a beautiful young woman on an upstairs terrace; or a noblewoman twisted her ankle in front of him; or a waiter spilled things on himself... In addition, Annan didn't have the habit of reading government affairs, so he completely missed Lilith's briefing to his older sister about the many dragons that had arrived in the city...

Alas, they took the wrong path. If they had just visited in their true forms, they wouldn't have needed to go through all this trouble.

So you really like Annam?

Annan began to observe the black dragon again. She was relaxed, leaning back in her chair, her left leg casually crossed over her right knee. The long, black, scale-armored boots that reached her knees gleamed darkly in the light.

Beneath a complexion deeper than that of a dark elf lay lines as sharp as sword blades; thick, bushy eyebrows that almost obscured her eyes; a straight nose followed by two thin, sharp lips.

Compared to Ellie Moyas's naivety and static beauty reminiscent of a classical oil painting, Black Pearl presents a more subdued and volcanic presence, as if she were about to erupt at any moment.

"I only like his wealth. I want to find him, make him hopelessly infatuated with me, marry me, steal his wealth, and then leave him!"

As expected of the leader of the Five-Colored Dragons, even his plans are so wicked!
"Uh... I think, since humans are short-lived anyway, you can lie low for decades until Annam dies of old age, and then take over his wealth in a perfectly reasonable way, right?"

"I am the Black Dragon!"

As the leader of the five-colored dragons, he definitely has to do something different.

Normally, Annan might have had the leisure to slowly discuss things with the Black Dragon and subtly change her mind, but for him, establishing contact with the Rat King, plus dealing with the Six-Armed Serpent Demon, was more important—

Annan abandoned his idea of ​​winning over Black Pearl and joked, "That's a bit difficult. Annan is surrounded by elves, succubi, and a blue dragon."

"A blue dragon that only wins by sheer numbers?" The black dragon said disdainfully, and she certainly had the right to be arrogant.

However, this kind of thing has little to do with whether or not you can fight.

Annan changed the subject: "Free City is a million miles away from the Ratman city-state, what are you doing here?"

“I want to participate in the bloody war, become the commander of the ratmen, and then lead them in a defection. Annan Reeves will definitely like this gift from me.”

Annan finally understood: Black Pearl was trying to get something for nothing.

On the other hand, if the Rat King doesn't win but Black Pearl does, it would be a double insurance policy.

Black Pearl wasn't interested in talking much with the "fake Annam," so she finished her drink and left the tavern.

Annan watched her leave, then looked away and noticed the Four-Armed Bee Demon waving at him. After going over, the demon mysteriously pointed to a corner and said, "I have news about the information you wanted."

Looking in the direction the finger was pointing, a wandering bard, looking in this direction, sat there in a hurry.

Another bard...

The archbishop of the Chaotic Sect cast a considerable shadow over Annan.

As soon as he walked over, the bard asked tentatively, "Lord Annam, is that you?"

"I'm not, I'm not..." The familiar questioning made Annan quickly cover his face.

If the citizens of Free City found out that they had turned into succubi and were swindling people...

“It’s you!”

The bard exclaimed excitedly, "In Free City, I was constantly bathed in your radiance. Just now, I suddenly felt a ray of sunlight, and I knew it was you."

(End of this chapter)