Dragon Master

"I understand, and please send my sincere wishes to the head of dragon lords. I won't let him down." Thomas said with a solemn expression.

"Well, very well. You will be generously rewarded with immeasurable fortune if you get things done." The man in black said, giving Thomas a rather empty promise.

The man was gone afterwards.

Looking at the figure left, Thomas’s eyes flickered, and he had almost forgotten that he was one of the men of the head of dragon lords in all these years. It made him sick to be under his command again.

But what would come to him if he dared to disobey his order? And what if he chose to trust Maximilian? Was it worth it?

Though Maximilian was said to be the nominal successor of the Dragon Sect, there were basically no actual forces supporting him.

There was an old saying that "the precious stone lands its innocent possessor in jail", and now Maximilian was the one who was holding that precious stone. It was no doubt that he was under great risk now.

The only purpose of the head of dragon lords was, obviously, to entrap Maximilian.

Thomas sighed, lighting a cigarette. He had no idea which side he should be.

Finished up his cigarette in seconds, Thomas frowned and murmured, "Life is difficult, while making choices made it even more so. So, what's next?"

He then stubbed out the cigarette, and initiated a bold idea in his mind.

Preston, dressed in a robe, got out of the car, reached out his hand and put a delicate box in his right hand. It was a little box made of pterocarpus santalinus. Looking at the box, Preston seemed extraordinarily pleasant and confident, as he prepared this becaise everyone said Marcus loved collection.

ingredients and cooks

and the cooks here are the

at the top of the hill drawing close to him, "Wait for my words and stay right here. I don't want to make our host frightened." Preston

Preston pushed the button and activated

someone called himself a friend of mistress wants

ordered the servant to open the gate, and was about to go

he should perform in a formal manner, because the basic etiquette was still

the sofa and watching television, Laura and Flora looked

look so serious?"

is knocking on the door for a visit. We'd better take it seriously because maybe he is one of her business partners and come to visit us

her back and complained to Marcus, "Why don't you tell me that earlier? If you'd informed me earlier, I would have

pick your clothes and leave uncle Griffith here to chat with the guest

these days being a freeloader here, she became really an expert

are so sweet, my honey! Let's go!" Laura

was the moment when the two ladies got out of the living room that the servant

was a little surprised by his long robe. For these years, not so many people would like to dress in the kind of robe of

him, called Preston, was exactly one of

ask

great honor to be greeted by you! Please let me introduce myself sincerely. My first name is Preston, and my second name is

is that right? Such a good name. Now, come on, and I have

praised him in a