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Chapter 12 Listen to the Dragon’s Roar
Westhead pushed his wheelchair and walked among the flowers with the silver-haired princess.

Lesia leaned her head lightly on the back of the chair, wanting to turn her head to look at Westhead's face, but after struggling for a while, she gave up and asked instead:
"Mr. Westhead, how long have you been here?"

"It's almost dawn. I didn't get much sleep last night."

"You've come so early. Don't you have anything else to do?"

Westhead shrugged: "Ha, I really have nothing to do now. I am just a down-and-out lord who has lost his land. What I do every day is just fooling around. You must have heard of my deeds, right?"

Leixia: "I have read some comments on the magic website, but they are probably just rumors, right?"

The silver-haired princess turned to look at the man, her remaining rose eye still shining with natural innocence: "According to their reports, almost all the ladies and ladies in the imperial capital have left you with romantic debts."

But Westhead shook his head: "Not really, probably only about one or two hundred people."

"One or two hundred?!"

Westhead: "Pretty much, I can't remember the specifics."

He openly told Lesia about his style. There was nothing to hide, and everyone knew it. Besides, in this world, a little romance was actually an advantage for him.

Seeing that the girl remained silent, Westhead smiled and said, "Are you jealous?"

"Why should I be jealous? What you say makes no sense."

The silver-haired princess glanced at Westhead's extremely handsome profile and lowered her eyes:
"It's no surprise that Mr. Westhead is such a fine man. Could you take me to see the flowers over there?"

Probably because she was too embarrassed to continue discussing Westhead's "great achievements", Lesia changed the subject:

"I still don't know what's on the flower vines over there? Although I've memorized all the vegetation in the Holy Tree Palace from the book, I've actually seen very few of them."

Westhead: "Really? The flowers and plants in the Holy Tree Palace are too diverse. I can't remember them all."

Lesia smiled slightly: "Then I can introduce it to you. Did you know? Most of the plants in this garden can be used as medicine and can also be used as food."

"Then I have to listen."

Westhead walked with Lesia in the garden and chatted casually.

For Lesia now, just being with her is already a good impression, which is really relaxing and satisfying.

If he wanted to conquer the future [Dragon Emperor] who abandoned all emotions and was bloodless and tearless, that would cause Westhead to have a cardiopulmonary arrest and he didn't know how to start.

This went on until dusk, when Westhead needed to leave no matter what.

After delivering Lesia to the door of the palace, the silver-haired princess turned the wheelchair around.

"Mr. Westhead."

"Can you just call me by my name? I think we are at least friends."

The silver-haired princess was stunned and nodded: "Yeah Weiss"

Westhead smiled and said: "Ah, did you just call me by your nickname? Isn't it a little too fast? Although I don't mind."

"Please don't make fun of me, Weiss."

Lesia pursed her lips, raised them slightly, and accepted being called Westhead like this.

The silver-haired princess lowered her head in silence for a moment, then raised her head again and said the taboo that she should never have said:

"Will you come tomorrow?"

There is nothing more stupid than placing your feelings on others and having expectations for tomorrow.

Lesia, who has been stung by the bloody reality countless times, knows very well that only by rejecting all things worthy of attachment can she avoid being hurt.

But at this time, she forgot about this truth and greedily hoped that every day would be as happy as today.

"Unfortunately, I may not be available at any time. I can only say that I will try my best. But as compensation, I will prepare a gift for you."

Westhead's reasonable answer made Lesia's blue-purple pupils dim.

Although she also knew that her loss was completely unjustified, her relationship with Westhead was that of friends at best, and the latter had no obligation to say good night every morning.

Upon hearing this, Leixia quickly said, "No need for gifts, this is enough for now."

Westhead: "That's not up to you. It's my business whether to send it or not, and it's your business whether to accept it or not."

The silver-haired princess lowered her head, gently stroked the hair on her forehead, and said no more.

After bidding farewell to Reshia, Westhead returned to the mansion from the Holy Tree Palace late at night. Even so, Yuerda still prepared a sumptuous dinner conscientiously. Although Yuerda was not a maid, she did the same thing as a maid. The huge mansion did not hire any servants. It was not because they were short of money, but the white-haired girl thought that the ancient and glorious Qinghui family could not hire servants who only recognized money but not loyalty.

What's more, to serve the head of the family with food, clothing, housing, and transportation, only those with the blood of Qinghui are qualified, and Urda believed that she was responsible for it.

In these places Jourda was inexplicably particular.

Sitting at the dining table, Westhead pretended to be calm and took a sip of his drink, glancing at his dignified and elegant sister from the corner of his eyes.

The girl stood upright next to her, closed her eyes, and remained motionless like a sculpture.

"Brother, do you need a refill?"

Yolda saw that Westhead kept glancing at her, so she stepped forward and poured a drink for Westhead.

Westhead took a sip of his drink and cleared his throat: "Ahem, Urda, I want to borrow some money from you."

Although he, the head of the family, seems to be the one being served, Westhead also has an embarrassing point - he has no money.

The destruction of the Qinghui Territory wiped out most of the wealth, and Westhead's previous squandering in the imperial capital even depleted the already meager family fortune. The family can still operate normally now only because of Urda's savings. , as a palace guard, the girl has a very generous pension.

"What are you going to do, brother?"

Urda asked directly without opening her eyes.

"Prepare for the secret trial in the near future."

The white-blond girl with a fairy-like beauty nodded: "It is indeed a suitable reason, but I don't know if my brother wants to buy equipment, mix potions, or manage relationships?"

Westhead thought for a moment and said truthfully:

".I plan to ask a well-known craftsman to make a pair of prosthetic limbs for Reshia as a gift. If she has a prosthetic limb, Reshia won't be so inconvenienced."

"My brother's wisdom is really profound. I, a humble, superficial, short-sighted person like me, cannot understand the connection between the two."

Urda opened her eyes, a relieved smile reflected in her bright and charming purple eyes:
"So please forgive me for rejecting my brother's request. There is no reason for me to risk my life to help the Sin-Blooded Princess!"

Westhead said bitterly, "Why don't you have the spirit of girl helping girl?"

Urda responded without showing any signs of weakness:

"This is what my brother wants to do. Since you said you know what's going on, I won't stop you from dating the Fourth Princess. I just hope you can fulfill your promise. I'll wait and see."

The girl said so, but judging from the look in her eyes that looked at garbage, she probably didn't have any expectations.

To Ulda, it didn't matter how bad Westhead's character was, but if it harmed the honor and interests of the family, then there was no way to compromise.

Urda crossed her arms and said: "Besides, no matter how steadfastly my brother assured me, and said something like the God Ancestor loves the fourth princess more, I don't think it is necessary to show courtesy to that princess like this."

"Alas, you are short-sighted! You are short-sighted!"

Westhead drank the drink in one gulp and shook his head.

It is at this time that you need to show your kindness the most!
The sharing of [Given by the Heart and Soul] is done step by step. Usually, the first sharing does not waste much effort. While Lesia is still young and ignorant, the bad man is fully confident that he will make the silver-haired dragon girl fall in love.

And every time [Given by Heart and Soul] takes effect, one of the target's talents or expertise will be randomly selected to share.

If you are trying to attack a powerful person with a legendary position, it will be really difficult to deal with the opponent's expertise and talents, ranging from at least twenty to forty or fifty.

If you want to get core talents for the first time, the possibility is really low.

But Lesia, she is not yet the future [Dragon King of Dryness], and she has not even officially entered the path of transcendence yet.

This also means that the silver-haired dragon girl most likely only has the two T0 talents that have been refined and refined.

No matter which one it is, it will be a plug-in that will produce a qualitative change.

The profits were so high that Westhead used all his sanity to launch a fierce attack.

It's a pity that Westhead couldn't explain all this to Urda, so she had to endure the humiliation and look down upon her for a while.

Pushing the wine glass to Urda and signaling the white-blond girl to fill it up, Westhead smiled and said:
"When I said I would revive the Qinghui family, I meant what I said."

"You will see results by the end of this year. If not, come back and see us!"

"Listen to the dragon's roar!"

(End of this chapter)