I Have a Dice Left by a God-Chapter 352 - 219: Song of Hell Ninth Seat—Dragon Mother

The little girl’s soft and sweet voice was so gentle that one couldn’t help but want to pinch her cute cheeks, but there was also a concern that she might crumble at a touch.

Oliver smiled slightly, "Six years have passed, yet you haven’t changed at all, Porcelain Doll. It’s as if time has stopped for you, what an enviable ability."

"Thank you for remembering, Your Highness. The harvest season is always full of joy, allowing me to appear a bit younger." The little girl, akin to a porcelain doll, had large, sparkling eyes that were clear and bright, exuding an innocence as if unaware of the world.

Prince Oliver nodded and glanced at the tall and imposing man behind him, studying him intently, "Ancient Dragon descendant?"

The man remained stern and silent. Jina, the Porcelain Doll, nodded and smiled, "Your Highness possesses keen insight. This is the ninth seat Dragon Mother of our Song of Hell, a very rare and powerful Ancient Dragon Warrior. It’s largely due to him that our task has progressed so smoothly. Everything is ready, and we can begin at any time. During this period, I will stay in Hedan to oversee the execution; you can summon me anytime."

Oliver’s gaze also showed a satisfied glint. It was no wonder they could easily evade the experts from the Judicial Court. Some of the Church Court’s hidden tactics were useless since the followers of any deity usually leave traces, but the Ancient Dragon clan was quite unique, originating from the ancient existence of the First Epoch. They were the rulers once upon a time, but by the Sixth Epoch, their bloodline and power had thinned considerably, making them a rare species.

"We’re about to enter the Golden Tree’s centennial weakening period. Even so, the rules won’t change. Most Hidden Powers will be dispersed; only pure-blooded Moncalleta people can enter, and once inside the Golden Tree’s territory, everyone turns into ordinary people. The Golden Tree is not truly a tree; it’s as hard as steel, impervious to blades, nearly indestructible. Are you sure you’re ready?" Oliver asked casually, as the matter was significant; even facing the Song of Hell, he had to confirm.

The Porcelain Doll gave a sweet smile, "You’ve already made it very clear last time, Your Highness. Please rest assured, this isn’t our first encounter with artifacts from the Fourth Epoch. Just... the Earth Mother Goddess Court won’t hold us back, will they?"

"This matter is unrelated to the Earth Temple, as long as you don’t create any diversions," Oliver told the Dragon Blood Warrior seriously, his words carrying a warning.

The possibility of corpse-disposal being their handiwork was just a trivial matter he couldn’t be bothered with. The Song of Hell only cared about the results, not the process, just like him.

"Rest assured, Your Highness, we are professionals," the Porcelain Doll said with a slight smile and a gentle nod.

Oliver glanced at the Dragon Blood Warrior, elegantly lifted the tea cup on the table, and took a sip, as if savoring the aroma of the tea, "Thank you in advance for your efforts."

"Your Highness, please don’t say that. I’m merely a messenger, tasked with communication. It’s my honor to serve someone as noble as you," the Porcelain Doll said, her cheeks slightly flushed, like a neighboring girl praised by others.

"You’re so adorable, just like my daughter when she was little; may I pinch your cheek?" Oliver joked.

The Porcelain Doll was surprised, covering her small mouth, and quickly waved her white little hands, "No, you can’t touch the Porcelain Doll, it’ll break."

Oliver let out a hearty laugh, "The little bear is still so humorous. The Moon God’s Court people have been making moves recently, you should be careful; their strength is no joke."

"You’re too modest, this is Hedan. The Moon God’s people are just clowns under your control, of course we will be extremely careful not to delay your grand affairs," the Porcelain Doll said.

Oliver was quite satisfied, "If there’s nothing else, stay for dinner. We just received a batch of fresh ingredients, delicacies you haven’t yet experienced," his gaze fell on the tall and cold warrior, seemingly inviting him.

The Dragon Blood Warrior seemed displeased by Oliver’s gaze; the Porcelain Doll shook her head apologetically, "I appreciate your kindness, but we have tasks in hand. We look forward to celebrating together at the time of victory."

Oliver did not insist. The Porcelain Doll gracefully stepped back and saluted, then left the estate with the tall warrior.

After they left, Bocuse slowly emerged.

Oliver sighed lightly, "What a pity, dragon liver is a rare delicacy, and it’s even in its mating season. I’ve read in ancient church texts about a secret — Ancient Dragons are hermaphrodites and can bring immense pleasure. I wonder if he has this ability. Once the major task is completed, we absolutely can’t let it slip away."

Bocuse watched the departing figures, unable to comment on such an appetite, "Can these people be trusted? The seals from the Fourth Epoch possess forbidden laws far beyond this epoch. They’re overconfident despite never having experienced it, and I suspect they may be in cahoots with the Moon God’s Court."

"I don’t trust them; I trust the person who assures me there’s no problem. And the conditions I offer, no one else in the Dao Yuan Continent can match," Oliver said, "How is the blood embryo coming along?"

"It’s perfect, even better than expected. Under current conditions, there’s a 99% certainty. Along with Your Highness’s preparations and talent, there should be no problems, but it can progress slowly without such a huge risk," Bocuse said.

He didn’t quite understand. Just looking at reaching the rank of Angel, it already seemed largely assured, but Oliver’s plans were too outrageous and extremely risky, appearing as madness. The risk-reward seemed disproportionate, yet he knew Oliver to be a very cold and meticulous person — every step must have significance.

Oliver glanced at Bocuse, "Your Gourmet Association is so downtrodden because of its excessive caution, from development to inheritance, always too careful. Would meager Angels warrant such elaborate arrangements? This will be a historical masterpiece, a new era, a new beginning, haven’t you felt it yet? The laws of the Sixth Epoch have been loosening for a long time."

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The Porcelain Doll and the Dragon Blood Warrior were walking along the paths of the estate, savoring the surrounding elegance and luxury. While they had seen luxury before, it paled in comparison to this scene.

"Dragon Mother, why the cold face? After all, he’s our financial patron; you should at least give a nice smile," the Porcelain Doll said.

The Dragon Mother snorted coldly, "If you’d been eyed for your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, and mulled over whether to stewed or fried, you’d have a sour face too."

"Hehe, I guess he likes them chilled," the Dragon Mother glared, raised a hand, and scared the Porcelain Doll to take two quick steps away, "No, no, you can’t touch, it’ll break."

The Dragon Mother rolled her eyes, really disgusting, she detested little demons.

The Porcelain Doll continued arranging her dress, "Seeing through you is partly due to the awakening of dark talents, but it also shows that his strength is not to be underestimated; your body is a supreme ingredient for Dark Cuisine," she said as she licked her red little tongue, "Sigh, what a pity, I have yet to try Dark Cuisine, a real regret in life."

"Are you here alone?" the Dragon Mother furrowed her brow, "I’m always a bit worried, we’re going to target the Golden Tree, which is fundamental to the Earth Mother Goddess Court. How could they ignore us, is there a scheme?"