Chapter 0037-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

Say, can Daddy not be happy?”

Mourne cast an expectant little look at Leon, “Really dad? You’ve been looking forward to this family dinner?”

Leon: ……

Actually, it’s not …… that much to look forward to.

“The child is asking you, Leon, aren’t you looking forward to it, aren’t you happy? You wanted to see your eldest daughter and I let it be as I wished, so don’t suppress it if you’re happy, smile Leon, smile.” Lois Visser was ruthlessly punishing.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, I’m happy as hell family.” Leon grinned a leathery grin.

“Good eh! How about we eat like this every day from now on, then?” Mune suggested.

Loseweather smiled and nodded, naturally she would not veto it if she could torture Leon.

Moune looked at Leon again, “Daddy, was my offer bad? Why aren’t you smiling again?”

Leon: Good girl, guess why I’m not smiling 🙂

20 Behave yourself, my dear wife.

If this kind of family dinner came every day like this, then Leon estimated that he would live at least thirty years less.

Dinner in the middle of the day is supposed to be the perfect occasion for families to talk and connect.

But here, it became a means for Los Vespers to use to torture Leon.

What’s more, now that he was joined by Noa, a man-child iceberg little dragon lady, Leon’s entire situation was a one-two punch.

It’s completely unplayable!

On his side, he was figuring out how to get Moune to drop the idea.

At that moment, Noa could be heard suddenly speaking.

“No way, Moon.”

Moune’s little face drooped as she looked at her sister, “Why not?”

“I want to go to St. Heath’s Academy in the young dragon division.”

With that said, Noa looked to Los Vespers for her opinion.

Lois Visser was also slightly surprised by this idea of a monthly fee group of six nine four nine three six three one three five daughters.

She did know that Noa was precocious and had a good talent for magic.

But the normal enrollment in the young dragon division is around four or five years old.

Noa was only a year and two months old, and was all but as bad as a four or five year old young dragon in terms of height.

Lossweather put down the knife and fork in her hand, raised her eyes to her eldest daughter, and asked, earnestly.

“Why are you in such a hurry to enroll in school?”

“For wanting to beat more-“

“More?”

“Dragonslayer.”

“Pfft…cough…cough…”

Leon wanted to take a sip of water to settle his nerves, but just as he reached his mouth, he heard his oldest daughter say that she would beat him.

What a great filial daughter.

Noah looked at Leon in disgust, “Mind the table manners.”

Eww you’re really acting like a little adult.

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