Evil Dragon, Without a Princess, I Had to Transform Myself!

Chapter 56 : Too Many Acquaintances

Bluefin Bay never welcomed refugees.

No, that's not right.

It should be said this way: Bluefin Bay never welcomed refugees without money.

From the day of departure, Hedica should have known this.

But besides Bluefin Bay, Hedica didn't know where else to take her surviving people.

If it were an ordinary refugee convoy, at least they could try their luck at some of the kingdom's major cities farther away—maybe they'd encounter some temple providing refugee relief.

But they came from the city of Astraea, which had once been dragged into hell. Such an experience inevitably made people feel they were unclean and to be avoided.

Currently, only profit-oriented Bluefin Bay might possibly let them enter the city.

Of course, with sufficient taxation.

Obviously, a group of refugees fleeing in panic couldn't possibly have so much money. The lord of Bluefin Bay was practically ready to tax them fifty years into the future.

If the power of her oath still remained with her, as a proud paladin of the Laiyang Empire, how could Hedica tolerate being made difficult by a tax official?

In the past, she would have been ready to fight if she disagreed.

If pushed to extremes, she'd learn from the paladin extremists—just throw an evil detection at people directly.

If it detected white, they were disguised undead creatures; if it detected black, they were undead creatures showing their true form. Then use the invincible Holy Strike to massacre everyone.

But unfortunately, the power of oath had already abandoned Hedica.

The oathbreaker knight looked at her fellow townspeople in the convoy behind her, then at the fully armed Bluefin Bay mercenaries in front, and finally sighed.

"I'm ashamed—I really can't offer any proper thanks."

Before leaving, Hedica said to Loranhir.

"If you encounter anything I can help with later, just command me. At least I was once a paladin. Even though I lost the power of oath due to certain matters, my experience and skills should be sufficient to help in most situations.

It's just a pity that I've broken my oath now. My once outstanding partner Allen Wahl also disdains to respond to me anymore. Otherwise, if there were sufficient reason, perhaps I could call him to help."

Hedica sighed.

"No, no, no need to go to such trouble." Hearing the familiar name made Loranhir's shoulders shrink. She wiped her sweat and quickly refused.

The Hero was very clear about how attractive information about her location would be to Allen and his Judgment Knight Order—though in a negative way. If Hedica in front of her were to send a message to Allen in her name...

Within three days, the paladin would definitely come to cut her down.

In a certain sense, these people were indeed on call.

Hedica was worried and didn't notice Loranhir's abnormality.

"If nothing unexpected happens, we should be staying outside the city for a while. If you need anything, you know where to find me."

She looked at the long queue for filling out forms, compared it to the number she had just taken, and calculated the approximate time needed for the application to be processed.

They probably couldn't enter this city.

Hopefully, Bluefin Bay's Grand Mage Oz could take action early to resolve this troublesome matter.

After all, he was an eighth-circle mage—no matter what, dealing with a goblin green tide should be no problem, right?

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Refugee matters never concerned evil dragons.

She just let the girl leave in the direction Hedica led her team away. The dusty former paladin, helpless under the tax official's difficulties, could only reluctantly join the application queue she was destined never to reach.

Patunasankus saw this. She didn't care.

Evil dragons didn't care about human life or death.

Anyway, what did it have to do with her?

Patunasankus had always thought this way.

Many things in this world had nothing to do with evil dragons obsessed with base pleasures.

Famine, death, war, plague—evil dragons didn't care about any of these. It could even be said that many disasters in the past had been caused by her.

Patunasankus was also indifferent to the small package containing little fish cookies in her hands, as if she had picked up something unclean.

Then she put the package in the drawer.

Not because Patunasankus liked eating little fish cookies, but because evil dragons never wasted food—this was a matter of principle.

Anyway, free things were always good, especially what evil dragons deserved.

But if they expected a small package of little fish cookies to make her read books to that girl again, that was truly wishful thinking.

Patunasankus knew she wasn't a good person.

She wasn't like Latifa, who would respond simply because she saw something.

Such behavior seemed truly boring to the evil dragon—always finding trouble for oneself.

The tax official ordered guards to open the gate for the Hero's team. The heavy drawbridge was lowered. Patunasankus leaned against the window, bored. Just as people think randomly when idle, evil dragons think about tormenting people when bored.

So boring, really wanted to burn something.

Patunasankus boredly watched the pedestrians on the street.

Bluefin Bay was the wealthiest city on the Eastern Continent.

People living here all carried some sense of pride. Even if they were just workers tightening screws in alchemy factories, just thinking about this city's wealth would make them unconsciously puff out their chests.

When encountering someone like Patunasankus who seemed to be an unsophisticated 'outsider,' their eyes would unconsciously carry some arrogance.

The evil dragon was fantasizing about exactly how much heat would be needed to roast them all individually, to relieve her boredom slightly.

"Your Highness? Your Highness?" Someone was calling to her.

Patunasankus didn't respond until this person rushed to the side of the carriage, muttering about having to notify Princess Yanis or something.

Who was Yanis?

The evil dragon instinctively wondered.

This name sounded quite familiar—where had she heard it before?

Hmm... forgot.

Patunasankus gave up trying to remember.

If she'd forgotten, then it definitely wasn't anyone important.

This was a mature woman dressed as a messenger, wearing noble clothing carved with exquisite patterns, bearing the emblem of the Dawn Kingdom.

Patunasankus examined her, and she finally confirmed the evil dragon's appearance.

After a brief silence, she immediately shouted loudly.

"Princess Latifa!"

Wait, why did this princess have so many acquaintances?

Patunasankus couldn't help thinking.