"What would you do if he was persistent and shamelessly begged you to be his teammate?"
"Hit him."
Lance laughed; it was a cool response, and he hoped the dragon whelp could live up to it.
"What if you find you can't beat him when the time comes?"
The young dragon dipped a roll of meat in sauce and thought for a moment before shaking its head at Lance.
Unable to defeat him, surely wouldn't escape either.
"Throw a teleportation scroll, send the pest away, I'll prepare more scrolls for you in a while. Next time you run into such shameless human youth, use a teleportation scroll directly on him."
The young dragon nodded, it was eating, so it couldn't talk.
Following the Evil Dragon's advice, you won't suffer losses.
The precautionary shot was given to the dragon whelp.
Lance's appetite had picked up as well; there were plenty of ingredients, and it would be a waste not to eat.
