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

Mr. Richardson. The ingredients are more than fresh and the cooks here are the best among us." said his

villa 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 said and headed

the villa's door, Preston pushed the button and activated

"Master, someone called himself a

Marcus ordered the servant to open the gate, and was about to go downstairs to greet the visitor.

he should perform in

Laura and Flora looked at

do you look so serious?" Laura asked in

friend of Victoria is knocking on the door for a visit. We'd better take it seriously because maybe he is one of her business

complained to Marcus, "Why don't you tell me that earlier? If you'd informed

to pick your clothes and leave uncle

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

Let's go!" Laura answered in

two ladies got out of the living room that the

robe. For these years, not so many people would like to dress in the kind of robe of retro style,

in front of him, called Preston,

gentleman! May I ask your

be greeted by you! Please let me introduce myself sincerely. My first name is Preston,

name. Now, come on, and I have

Marcus greeted him and praised him in a smiling manner. Of course,