Chapter 030: The Evil Dragon

Having driven away the uninvited witch, Wang Bo continued his travels.

On this day, he arrived in Paris.

To Wang Bo's surprise, the Paris of this fairy-tale world was even more beautiful than he had imagined. Walking along the streets, he could even see many things that were ahead of their time.

Given the era of this world, it was clearly a medieval Paris, yet it already had music boxes.

Such things would never appear in the Middle Ages, but in this fairy-tale world, a music box sat blatantly in the corner of some shop.

Wang Bo couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of the fairy-tale world.

Besides music boxes, Wang Bo also saw glass mirrors, crystal goblets, and other such items.

The fairy-tale world truly amazed Wang Bo at times.

After touring around Paris, France, Wang Bo found an inn to stay in, and the next day, as agreed, he summoned Cinderella Ella.

"Welcome back, Ella." Wang Bo nodded gently at Cinderella Ella.

"Thank you."

But Wang Bo found it strange that Ella seemed to be in low spirits after returning, somewhat melancholy.

Wang Bo couldn't help asking, "Did something happen?"

Ella was reluctant to answer at first, but under Wang Bo's repeated urging, she finally revealed the reason for her gloom: "The prince got married."

Wang Bo let out an "Oh" without surprise. Thinking about it, he and Ella had left the kingdom for over two months. It was not unusual that Prince Kit had become engaged to Princess Selena two months ago and married her two months later.

"Don't worry, Ella. The prince loves you."

"But he's already married."

"Yes, but no one says a prince can only marry one woman." Wang Bo said calmly. This was ancient times, akin to medieval Europe, not a modern monogamous society.

"You want me to be the third party who destroys their happiness." Ella was reluctant, looking at Wang Bo with sharp eyes.

Wang Bo said, "You and the prince are true love, Ella."

But Cinderella Ella had a completely different view: "I will never break up someone else's family."

Wang Bo was quite surprised. He hadn't expected a medieval country girl to be a supporter of monogamy. Such a progressive idea was utterly out of step with this society.

But Wang Bo didn't find it ridiculous; instead, he said, "That's your freedom, Ella. I won't force you. Since you're unwilling, consider what I just said unsaid."

"Th... thank you." Cinderella had thought Wang Bo would strongly persuade her, but she hadn't expected him to support her, and she was momentarily stunned.

"It's nothing."

Wang Bo smiled slightly and decided to change the subject. "How about coming with me to explore Paris?"

"Of course." Ella, wanting to lift her spirits, agreed readily. The two left the inn and walked through the streets and alleys of Paris.

In this world, France was undoubtedly a powerful country, and its capital Paris was prosperous and splendid.

Even Wang Bo, a modern man, was captivated by the scenery, let alone Cinderella, a girl from the countryside.

She was soon drawn in by the sights, forgot her unhappiness, and threw herself into the experience.

The two strolled from day to night before reluctantly returning to the inn.

Then Wang Bo called the inn staff, booked a room for Ella, exchanged goodnights, and each returned to their own room.

Over the next few days, the two lingered over Paris's various beautiful sights and some novel, delicious foods. Ella completely put Prince Kit's marriage out of her mind.

Wang Bo took Ella through every street and alley of Paris. On the last day, he even used magic, unnoticed, to take Ella on a tour of the Parisian palace.

They also saw the King of France, as well as the princes and princesses.

To Wang Bo's surprise, the princesses were all beautiful, and the princes all handsome and robust—not a single one was ugly. Wang Bo couldn't help but remark that being a prince or princess in a fairy-tale world was a great profession.

But although these princesses were beautiful, few could rival Ella.

After touring Paris, the two decided to set off again, leaving Paris for the next destination.

But just then, an unexpected event interrupted their plans.

That evening, as Wang Bo and Ella returned to the inn to pack their luggage for departure the next day, a feeling of dread connected to Wang Bo through the contract.

"Help, master, I'm dying."

A weak voice echoed in Wang Bo's mind.

Wang Bo suddenly realized that the owner of the voice was the dragon he had left in the palace. Wang Bo had left the dragon in the palace to protect the kingdom's safety.

And now it was about to die? How could that be? Wang Bo's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Although this dragon was not as strong as him, it had been recognized by him as very powerful. In this world, unless a witch with supernatural powers intervened, no one could defeat it.

Could it be that a witch had indeed acted?

Wang Bo instinctively activated teleportation and in an instant returned from the inn in Paris, France, to his own kingdom's palace.

Boom!

As soon as Wang Bo appeared, he heard a huge explosion. He turned to see a dragon falling from a great height, crashing heavily into a building and smashing it to pieces.

Dust billowed out in all directions.

At the same time, a melodious dragon roar came from the sky, spreading layer by layer across the entire capital.

Wang Bo looked up and saw a light reddish-gold evil dragon spreading its wings, spewing a massive flame from its mouth, setting the entire palace ablaze.

Hysterical screams rose from every corner of the palace.

The huge evil dragon swooped down and landed on a large building, its massive claws easily crushing the building's stone, sending fragments falling.

It spread its enormous wings as if blotting out the sky, raised its proud head, and spoke in human tongue:

"Now, submit to me, offer all the kingdom's treasures, kneel on the earth and beg my forgiveness, and the great Smaug will spare you."

Wang Bo finally understood why his dragon had cried for help.

Because it had encountered a traveler.

It had encountered a fearsome dragon from Middle-earth, the last evil dragon, the powerful dragon that single-handedly defeated the Dwarf Kingdom and claimed all the treasures of the Lonely Mountain... Smaug.