Have you had enough, Miss Vampire? It's time to get down to business.

Having said that, although the Dragon Worship Cult's organizational heritage has not been cut off over the centuries, the number of members who are determined to bring dragons back to the world is indeed decreasing... If this continues, its complete demise is only a matter of time.

And this situation is about to be reversed!

Le Guin Pound clenched his fists, his body shaking with excitement.

"If what Mr. 32 said is true, then the dawn we've all been waiting for is about to arrive... No, that's not right. It's already arrived!"

The offspring of the Dragon God has hatched, and the dormant dragon power has awakened again!

In the darkness, Le Guin Pound paced back and forth, his eyes gleaming with feverish energy.

"Being an enemy of the Church of Holy Light certainly carries considerable risks..." he muttered to himself as he pondered, "But the opportunity to meet the dragon is simply too great to pass up..."

The mysterious Mr. 32's description of the dragon egg was very detailed and specific, and it was completely consistent with the information we in the Dragon Worship Cult had collected.

He must have seen the dragon egg with his own eyes, there is no doubt about it!

The Dragon God's offspring born from that egg must be controlled by the force he belongs to... Since they have taken the initiative to contact me, it means they are willing to cooperate...

After all, to control the power of the dragon, we need more than just the offspring of the Dragon God. We also need the vast knowledge of the "dragon," the source of the transcendental, accumulated over hundreds of years by the Dragon Worship Cult... In other words, we have enough chips in this game...

After careful consideration, Le Guin Pound did not change his mind.

Instead, it made me more resolute in my original opinion.

"Someone is coming."

He called out to a loyal Dragon Worshiper and instructed, "Prepare me some sixth-tier 'Flying' spells, at least five. I have urgent business to attend to and need to travel far."

That's right, he planned to go to Palmer City in person to meet with "Mr. 32".

The agreed time was three days later, and Le Guin Pound's current location was quite a distance away from the city of Palmer, and it was impossible to reach there by ordinary means of travel.

Only by continuously using the sixth-level "Flying Technique" talisman, flying in a straight line like a bird, and without rest for three days and three nights, can you catch up.

This method is tiring and expensive, but worth it.

Although there are members of the Dragon Worship Cult near the city of Palmer, those guys are limited in strength and cannot handle the important task.

Moreover, Le Guin Pound has no intention of giving up the precious opportunity of "meeting the dragon" to anyone else.

……

15 Oak Street, Gordon.

The milky white moonlight shines into the room through the thin curtains.

Isabella suddenly sat up in bed, rubbed her sleepy eyes, got out of bed in a daze, and walked out of the room as if sleepwalking.

Bare feet made a clattering sound on the corridor floor.

It was not until she opened Lor's bedroom door and saw that there was no one inside that Isabella finally came to her senses, a look of loneliness appearing on her face.

"That idiot hasn't come back yet." The eldest lady complained softly.

Of course.

Lor set out for Palmer City yesterday morning. Calculating the time, he should have arrived not long ago... Well, I don't know if his injury has healed... He should be fine.

After that he still has to prepare for a promotion, so even if everything goes well, it will probably take three or four days before he can return home.

"If I had known it would be so difficult, I should have gone with him..." Isabella muttered to herself, climbed onto Lor's bed, buried her pretty face with a little annoyance in the quilt, and took a deep breath.

It’s strange. I haven’t sucked blood for two days. Why do I feel so uncomfortable?

I feel itchy and restless inside.

After smelling the lingering scent of Lor on the quilt, the restlessness not only did not ease, but became more intense.

Come to think of it, this is the first time I've been separated from Lor for such a long time since I met him... Isabella realized that the restlessness in her heart seemed to contain other emotions besides the desire for blood.

A feeling called "missing".

In fact, Isabella had a very fulfilling time during the two days that Lor was away.

She had to play with Meimei, go to "Mrs. Marty's Home Economics Classroom," and after coming back, she had to urge her doll Roland to do housework to prevent him from getting naughty...

Oh, by the way, there is also Miss "Catherine" who I met before... Maybe it was just a coincidence that we both took exactly the same elective courses and always sat together in class, so we gradually became familiar with each other.

I guess I made a new friend.

However, a fulfilling life during the day cannot offset the loneliness at night.

Every time I return home, especially after nightfall, I always feel empty inside... It was the same yesterday and today as well. I would return to Lor's room in a daze in the middle of the night, and then wake up in a state of loss.

"Stupid Lor, it's all his fault!"

Isabella lay bent over the bed, kicking her two smooth feet.

Just then, she heard footsteps approaching.

It’s Meimei.

"Sorry to wake you?" Isabella said softly to the little girl in cute light yellow pajamas who appeared at the door.

"No." Meimei shook her round little face, "I can't sleep."

As he spoke, he moved closer and held Isabella tightly in his arms.

"Meimei had a dream... that Lor was back, and then, Meimei turned into a dragon and flew with Sister Isabella, Lor, and Roland! So happy!"

It seems that this child misses Lor too.

"Lor is a bad guy, we won't take him with us!" Hearing this, Isabella gently scratched the little girl's nose and said with a smile, "Since you want to, how about turning into a dragon now and going outside to move around?"

"Huh? I can turn into a dragon?" Meimei's eyes lit up immediately, but then she hesitated, "But Lor said that I can't turn into a dragon casually, otherwise I will scare others..."

"Oh, it doesn't matter. Lor isn't here anyway." Isabella blinked. "Besides, it's the middle of the night, who would see us? If all else fails, let's find a deserted place in the suburbs, and then you can transform!"

"Yeah!" Meimei nodded excitedly.

……

That night, in the deserted wilderness, a giant white dragon danced gracefully under the moonlight.

If this scene were witnessed by the members of the Dragon Worship Cult, they would surely fall to their knees in excitement, continuously shouting all sorts of fanatical words...

However, for Isabella and Meimei, it was just a little game to get rid of loneliness.

48. The boss is worthy of being the boss

Early in the morning, Lor woke up from a nightmare.

He dreamed that when he returned to his home at 15 Oak Street, there was a sign hanging on the door that said "Auction according to law"!

The young lady was extravagant and spent all her emergency fund of 1,000 gold coins in just a few days. She even mortgaged her house...

As for Meimei, she wasn't much better off. She was so thin from hunger that her once chubby face became skin and bones, looking malnourished.

"Well, I'm so worried...I hope nothing happens to Isabella and Meimei at home?"

Lor was sweating profusely.

"I don't think so... After living with me like a commoner for so long, Miss's perspective on money has changed, and her extravagant spending habits have become more restrained. I don't think she'll really bankrupt me, right?"

And Meimei, did you eat well?

...Oh, I'm so worried.

Given Isabella's carefree and fearless personality, it would be strange if she didn't do something out of the ordinary when I was away... For example, turning Meimei into a dragon in the middle of the night and taking her out to have fun.

Although he also understood that the eldest lady at least had some intelligence, even if she really did that, she would definitely consider the time and place to avoid being witnessed.

But I can't help but feel uneasy.

If possible, he really wanted to leave immediately and return to Gordon City and be with Isabella.

It’s a pity that things here are not finished yet.

According to the plan, I have to go to Bishop Helm tomorrow to advance to the third rank, then inquire about the movements of the vampires and help Isabella find suitable prey. Also, I've already been pretentious with the Dragon Cult and arranged a meeting date, so I can't just stand them up...

At the very least, I can only leave after formulating a plan to deal with the Sage's investigation and ensuring that the people of the Dragon Worship Cult can take the blame for me.

I got dressed with a worried look on my face and walked out of the room.

It must be said that the luxurious hotel suite that Vann rented was much more comfortable to live in than the guest room arranged by the diocesan headquarters... Not only was it spacious and luxuriously decorated, but the room service was also top-notch.

A sumptuous breakfast has been prepared on the dining table in the living room.

Vann, who had gotten up a moment earlier than Lor, was already sitting at the dining table.

"You can eat first, you don't have to wait for me." Luo Er said, "Also, I took the initiative to book a room with your money... Do you mind?"

"Why would I mind?"

Vann quickly shook his head, then took a deep breath and pressed his fingers hard on his temples. He looked like he had a hangover and a splitting headache.

"Hey, Mr. Lor... I think I got drunk last night, so could you please remind me... Didn't we discuss a lot of important business plans last night?"

"It's nothing serious," Lor said, feeling a little amused. "It's just about breaking away from the Mystic Association and setting up your own business. Then, you ask a sage to be your guarantor, try to establish a partnership with the Church, and take away all the business from the Association."

"Ah?" Fan En was dumbfounded, his face pale with fear. "I... have become so arrogant?"

After the alcohol wore off, his ambition seemed to have weakened a lot.

But this is normal.

After all, Vann is only a second-level transcendent. It is indeed too early for him to set up his own business and snatch food from the clutches of the Mystic Arts Association.

"Don't be nervous. Just take it one step at a time and do things one by one. There's no need to rush."

Lor pulled out a chair and sat down, picked up a piece of bread and began to spread jam on it:

"Anyway, you should first work hard and develop a few more clients at the Pamel Diocese headquarters... As for the sage who will be visiting soon, if there's a chance, you can ask Wolfe and Merlin to introduce you to him. We can talk about the rest later, but first make yourself familiar with him."

"I feel much more at ease with your words."

Fan En breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the boss is indeed a boss, he sees things more clearly than me!

"But... wouldn't it be better for you to introduce me to the sages of the Holy City yourself? Logically speaking, your status in the church should be higher than that of Master Wulf and Master Merlin, right?"

Lor nearly choked.

He thought to himself, are you kidding me... Although those two seniors have turned themselves into comedy characters, they are, after all, fifth-level exorcists stationed at the parish headquarters. Their strength, rank, and salary level are much higher than mine, okay?

You can complain as much as you want, but you can’t lose your dignity.

"Unfortunately, I have other responsibilities and cannot stay in Palmer City for long," Lor said calmly. "Also, for some reason, it is not appropriate to meet directly with the sage from the Holy City."

"I see... I understand." Vann frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he seemed to have figured something out, revealing an expression of sudden enlightenment. "Sorry, Boss Lor, I spoke too much!"

Lor nodded silently and continued eating breakfast.

Although I don’t know what you were thinking about just now, but in short, it’s good that you understand.

……

Wolf and Merlin were quite interested in "helping to develop customers". In just one day, they brought Vann an order worth 500 gold coins.

After all, they also get commissions.

And to be honest, for church members who often have to deal with evil spirits, monsters and illegal supernatural beings, "secret spells" can be said to be a necessity. Although the spells sold by Vann are all basic, they are indeed much cheaper than those on the black market and through regular channels, so it is natural that they are selling well.

"Without further delay, I'll send the order back and let the mystics I'm collaborating with get to work!" Vann's eyes lit up. "Boss Lor, as per custom, you'll also get your share of the 'introduction fee'! I'll pay it to you in advance!"

"That's not necessary. The clients were all brought in by Wolf and Merlin..."

"But after all, weren't you the one who introduced Lord Wolf and Lord Merlin?" Vann insisted, pushing the gold coin over. "As I said before, Boss Lor will always have a share of my Vann's business empire!"

Wow, that means I have become a shareholder, right?

Lor put away the gold coins with a wry smile and stopped refusing.

……

Although there are still many things to do next, they all need to wait for the right time, so overall, Lor has no plans for today.

The only thing to do is to keep an eye on your physical condition and make sure that the scars left by the "Shadow Spirit" have indeed healed completely. At the same time, conserve your energy and prepare for tomorrow's promotion ceremony to the third level.

This time, there is no need to suppress your spiritual power in advance.

Although his overall spiritual power level has improved compared to before, judging by the standards of a second-level strength and about to be promoted to the third level, it is not too outrageous and is within the range that can be explained by "extraordinary talent".

...and waited until the next morning.

Lor came to the diocesan headquarters again and knocked on Bishop Helm's door.