Chapter 0165-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

Leon: Fuck you! I kill kill kill kill!

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Once, there was a perfect vacation in front of him that he didn’t appreciate;

There is nothing more painful than being defeated and captured in battle until after you have won the championship and then you can’t catch up with it;

If God could give him another chance, he would definitely choose to be an otaku on vacation;

If he had to put a deadline on this vacation, he wanted it to be seven days.

–Excerpted from The Brilliantly Abstract Life of Leon Casmode, the Empire’s Most Powerful Dragonslayer

Leon was lying in the top hotel in Sky City.

With a soft king-size bed underneath, a room filled with a high-grade smoky scent, and a magic bell on the nightstand that is said to have a professional attendant knocking on your door within two minutes of a simple press-

The wait staff can be a meticulous, well-mannered Sebas or a saucy, sexy black silk dragon maid, depending on your personal preference.

Of course, regardless of the service, it is purely green.

All afternoon, Leon lay in the hotel mourning his lost seven-day Otaku vacation.

It wasn’t enough to mourn himself; he rang the bell every half hour and asked for Sebas or the dragon maid who had come over:

“Do you crave a vacation?”

And the attendants are highly trained, and their uniform response is:

“What we desire, customer, is for you to have a great vacation.”

Beautiful.

O beautiful cow devil!

Can you see the word “good” in my sad face?

Or can’t you read at all?

Knock, knock–

There was a knock on the door.

“I didn’t call for bell service.” Leon returned as he lay on the bed.

“It’s me.” Losweather’s voice.

Leon rolled his eyes and ignored her.

She’d obviously asked for an extra key to Leon’s room when she’d opened it in the morning, and now she was knocking on the door and pretending to be some kind of polite damsel in distress?

The weasel pays homage to the chicken – no good intentions.

Leon lifted the covers and dove in.

Knock, knock–

“Open the door, Leon, it’s urgent.”

What kind of emergency could you possibly have?

You’re the wife of a champion family, a heifer in a hot air balloon.

I’m pissed off. I don’t want to talk about it.