Why does the dragon Diding seem a bit cunning?

A wine bottle?

Diding glanced at the wine cabinet displaying the medicinal liquors. Each bottle was four or five meters tall. Had Sophia, that little brat, experienced the wonders of the Soul-Soothing Liquid and wanted to take some for regular use?

Sophia, who had been keeping an eye on Distin, noticed that Distin glanced at the medicine bottles filled with various strange things and immediately guessed that Distin might have misunderstood her words.

The bottle she was referring to wasn't the kind of bottle used by Tesco.

"Lord Distin, it's this kind of wine bottle." Sophia took out about ten bottles of red wine from her spatial dragon scales. These were red wines she had brought from the capital to the northern border. "These are some of the finest red wines I brought from the human world."

"After you finish your red wine, just give me two empty bottles. I'll fill two bottles with some 'soothing liquid,' or even one will do."

It turns out to be a wine bottle from the human world.

This little devil always brings him a small gift whenever he comes back from the human world.

wine...

Try it.

Under Sophia's gaze, Diding's enormous dragon body began to shrink until it was about three meters tall.

Sophia covered her mouth. The dragon Lord Didin could actually control the size of his dragon body at will?

However, Lord Destin, who was over three meters tall, was still a bit too tall for her.

Sophia was very perceptive. Seeing Distin bend down to get the red wine, she picked up the wine from the ground before Distin could and handed it to him. Then she took out a decanter from her spatial dragon scales.

Diding took the wine, uncorked it, and poured it into the decanter in Sophia's hand. "What's the name of that blonde, heterochromatic-eyed girl who keeps summoning you to the human world?"

"Oh? Oh... her name is Eileen."

"Eileen..."

Destin remembered the name.

Sophia was somewhat uneasy. Why was Destin asking this all of a sudden? Did he want to escape Hell and go to the human world?

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Lord Distin wants to escape Hell? To go to the human world?"

"I don't have that idea for now. If I go to the human world, it won't be to escape hell, but to leave hell openly and legitimately and appear in the human world."

Sophia breathed a sigh of relief; by the time Distin could leave hell openly, she would probably be old and dead.

Don't worry about being killed by Destin.

Sophia quietly took a wine glass from her spatial dragon scales and placed it on the ground. She found a corner overgrown with grass, sat down, and took out the ghost book "The Eye of the Dead" to read.

This ghost book actually allowed her to see the souls of living people.

We'll have to take a look.

Even the mighty dragon Diding is still reading books, so she can't be arrogant and complacent. There's nothing wrong with learning some hellish knowledge.

I kept getting lost in fantasy worlds while reading this book. The first time I read it, the fantasy world was a classroom, she was the student, and the dragon Diding was the teacher.

I watched it while stealing dragon dung last night. The illusion wasn't scary at all; in fact, it was kind of heartwarming.

She was reading a book on a path lined with poplar trees on both sides of the road. There was a small ditch beside the road, and farmland next to the ditch.

Birds chirping and frogs croaking, a gentle breeze caressing your face.

The dragon Diding took a metal cup, sipped his tea, and taught her to read.

If she mispronounces a word or misspells a character, her palms will be hit with a wooden board.

She wasn't stupid; this kind of illusion was obviously modified by the dragon Destin.

The zombie in the black and red coffin probably couldn't have created such a warm and slightly refreshing dreamscape.

She read three pages last night; let's see if she can read a few more tonight.

Sophia focused intently, then suddenly thought of the Heroic Spirit Caroline. "Lord Didin, where is Heroic Spirit Caroline?"

"I'm back at Valhalla. If you miss her, you can try to summon her from Valhalla to Hell."

"...This isn't a good idea. Let's leave the Heroic Spirit Caroline in the Temple of Heroes. I'll read..."

Sofia composed herself and focused on reading. When her gaze fell on the words on the page, her clear and bright eyes became slightly dull.

Diding saw this and knew that Sophia, that little brat, had entered the illusion.

He picked up the decanter, poured a glass of red wine, swirled it a few times, and took a sip.

I couldn't really taste anything, but I thought the red wine tasted alright.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, shrunk the book, drank a glass of red wine, and read.

Sophia, trapped in a dream world, will turn the pages of the book automatically with her hand, and occasionally she will emerge from the dream world.

After reading four or five pages, Sophia closed the book and stopped reading. The illusion was too real, and she was starting to lose track of whether she was in hell or in an illusion.

Don't look at it too much.

"Not watching anymore?"

"Hmm, let's take a break, there are too many illusions."

"Then take a medicinal bath in the bottle to nourish your soul."

"..."

Sophia grinned and climbed into the bottle. She didn't climb directly into the tranquilizer; instead, she first poured in three bottles of the tranquilizer.

The dragon Diding told her to drink a few more bottles, saying he didn't need the tranquilizer.

Next came being struck by lightning. She was struck eight or nine times tonight before she finally absorbed all the tranquilizing liquid in the bottle...

When she climbed out of the bottle, she saw the dragon Destin squatting on the wall near the entrance to his lair, staring at a drawing.

The drawings depicted houses, streets, farmland, and city walls...

Is this a construction plan for some ghost town?

Isn't the ghost town on the blueprint a bit too big?

"Lord Distin, what kind of ghost town's construction plan is this? It's huge... and the buildings on the plan are so strange. Why are there pumpkin buildings with big mouths, fangs, and eyes?"

"The construction plan for the Ghost City in the Crimson Wasteland. After thoroughly understanding the landscape of the entire Crimson Wasteland, I drew this Ghost City construction plan. What do you think?"

"?!"

Sophia was shocked. Did the dragon Didin want to make the entire Crimson Wasteland his territory?

They also want to build a super-sized ghost city in the Crimson Wasteland?

Didn't the dragon Destin just want to farm in Hell?

Why are they even planning to build a ghost town?

This project is much larger than what she wanted to do by cutting through mountains and building roads in the North.

"Good...very good...the buildings on the blueprints are very distinctive, but...isn't this project too massive? We only have sixty-five farming skeletons in our territory...a project this size would require tens of thousands of skeletons...it's simply impossible to complete..."

"Hell has no shortage of skeletons and time; it's time for the indebted lords of the Scarlet Wasteland to pay their debts."

"Come on, I'll take you to a meeting with them. Hmm, before the meeting, let's settle things with the Crimson Lord. Sell me off to the Ash Caravan; if she doesn't pay a price, she'll really think I'm weak."

"..."

Sophia stole a glance at Distin, feeling that she was starting to figure out the dragon Distin's tricks.

First, pretend to suffer a loss, then assume the moral high ground as the victim and attack the other party.

To leave the other party speechless.

He doesn't actively seek trouble, but he doesn't dislike other undead beings causing him trouble either; in fact, he might even hope that other undead beings will take the initiative to cause him trouble...

Why does the dragon Destin seem a bit cunning?