The crown of jade, the rose garden, and the water of the galaxy are blooming beautifully.

The light red tea in the exquisite bone porcelain tea cup was filled with a hint of heat. His fingers crossed and his hands were placed on the coffee table. Sean looked at Skyra who was standing not far away, and the dark light flowed in his blue pupils.

"My Lord Earl, please forgive me for hiding my previous concealment. My full name is Skyra Targaryen. I come from the Mensa Empire. Although I have been traveling abroad for a long time, I am not a real loner."

Holding the shrinking Piaoxuelong in his arms and comforting its uneasiness, Skyla bowed and bowed to Sean.

Hearing this, Sean raised an eyebrow.

"Targaryen, this surname seems a bit familiar."

Upon hearing this, she looked at Sean's still peaceful face, and Skyra felt a little relaxed. So far, Green Field City is still the most suitable place for her to rely on, and she didn't want to give up until she had no choice.

"Master Earl, Targaryen is an ancient surname with a long history. Later, because he was good at cultivating dragon species, he was accepted by the Mensa Empire and was granted the title of Earl. Unfortunately, it has completely declined now, leaving only an empty baron.

Speaking of this, Skyra's voice became particularly low, and the light in her gray eyes was dim, looking a little sad, as if she was sad about the decline of the family.

"Oh, it turns out it's this Targaryen, the famous Dragon Controller family. No wonder I feel a little familiar."

Thinking of the origin of the surname Targaryen, Sean showed a hint of surprise on his face.

"So Miss Skyra Targaryen, why did you come to Green Field as a nobleman of the Mensa Empire?"

The voice became low, and as he said this, there was a hint of coldness on Sean's face.

Invisible pressure came to his face. Piao Xuelong, who was already a little irritable, couldn't help but grin and let out a threatening roar, while Skyla was still calm.

"Master Earl, the Mensa Empire is a country with knights as its core power. All its rulers are knight nobles. As a wizard, the Targaryen family has never been truly accepted by the Mensa Empire. The reason why they are willing to give the Targaryen family an earl is simply because they need the Targaryen family to cultivate dragon species for them. After all, among the many riding beasts, the dragon species is a top choice. However, by now, the Targaryen family has declined, and some common cultivation secrets have been absorbed by them. To them, the Targaryen has lost its value."

As he spoke, Skyra's calm face was stained with a hint of hideousness, and her gray eyes were filled with reluctance and resentment.

Seeing Skyra like this, Sean remained silent and tapped the table with his fingers rhythmically, as if he was judging something.

"Sir Earl, in the Mensa Empire, the Targaryen family has no room for survival. I hope to get your protection. For this, I am willing to pay the price I deserve."

Kneeling on one knee, letting Piaoxuelong go, Skyra took out a slightly old secret script scroll, held it in her palm, and performed formal allegiance between nobles to Sean.

"I hope to get my protection? Why did I choose me? In the name of the Targaryen family, you should be able to choose a more suitable family to surrender, such as Bansen."

A playful smile appeared on his face. Looking at Skyra, Sean spoke softly.

Hearing this, he raised his head and looked straight at Sean's gaze. Skyra's expression became particularly serious at this moment.

"Because I firmly believe that the Count will become a great being, and beneath your wings and bathe in your glory, the Targaryen family will be reborn in the ashes and regain glory, which is something that Bansen cannot give."

The words were calm and powerful. There was no slightest slightest in Skyra's words, and there was only 100% firmness, as if this was not an expectation, but a fact.

"Ha, interesting."

A strange light flashed deep in the depths of his eyes, and a chuckle came out, and the secret text scroll that Skyra held in the palm of her hand was rolled up by invisible force and fell into Sean's hand.

Seeing such a scene, unabashed joy appeared on his face. Skyra stood up from the ground, crossed her hands in front of her chest, and saluted Sean again.

"Skeira Targaryen met the Count."

In the ceremony of the nobles, when the lower-level nobles are loyal to the superiors, they will present a gift of their most precious treasure. If the superiors accept this gift, it means that he has accepted the loyalty of the subordinates and will fulfill the promise of shelter while gaining power.

"Skyla, I accept your allegiance because I am more interested in the famous Dragon Controller family of Targaryen, but more importantly, I value your abilities very much and hope you won't be disappointed."

Looking at Skyla, although Sean's words were still low, they were no longer as cold as before.

"My Count, the Targaryen family will surely worship all their strength and add a hint of glory to your scorching glory."

With a deep face and a loud voice, Skyra expressed her determination.

Hearing this, Sean glanced at Skyra and said nothing.

"By the way, what's your pure blood dragon called?"

With a gentle expression, the topic changed, Sean turned his eyes on Piaoxuelong, the source of the current series of events.

Roaring, his body lowered, and he made a warning gesture. Feeling Sean's gaze, Piaoxuelong let out a threatening roar. It sensed a fatal danger on Sean's body.

"Earl, its name is Xiaoxue. It was originally a mixed-blooded dragon Piaoxue Dragon, but now it has turned into a polar cold dragon in reverse."

Holding Piaoxuelong into his arms again, Skyra soothes its anxiety. This is not only a protection for it, preventing it from angering Sean, but also a means to show its own strength.

"Is the polar cold dragon, a pure blood dragon born with ice and snow? It's a good little guy."

Looking at the polar cold dragon that quickly calmed down in Skyra's arms, Sean's smile became even gentler.

In the garden, watching Skyra's disappearing back and playing with the secret text scroll in her hand, the smile on Sean's face slowly disappeared.

"Do you think what she said is true?"

Huh, the cold air filled the air, and Aokiji's figure quietly condensed.

"It's true. She's very smart and won't foolishly tell lies in front of a sixth-level wizard, but she should have hidden something."

He walked to the side of the coffee table and sat down, picked up a cup of black tea that was poured automatically by the psychic teapot, and Aokiji took a beautiful sip.

Hearing this, Sean smiled, picked up the teacup and sipped it.

Sean knew about Skyla's abnormality, but he did not think about it to the end. At least not now. He always felt that through this newly loyal subordinate, he would find something interesting.

Of course, the reason why Sean was able to act like this is mainly because he had enough strength to control the changes in the situation.

"Aokiji, I've been lucky to have you this time."

Feeling the unconcealed smell of blood on Aokiji's body, Sean's expression moved slightly.

"It's a bit of a blessing, so can I change someone next time?"

Sitting lazily on the chair, after sucking a cup of black tea, Aokiji seemed to have his bones removed.

Upon hearing this, Sean smiled.
Chapter completed!