Zog carried the small, "carefully" selected gift he had picked out, strolling leisurely toward Elsa's house.
He chose not to fly the most direct route so he could stop and sample all the snacks along the way, taking one bite at each stall.
Was he really that hungry? Not really.
The main reason was that it was free.
This was one of the perks of being a Lord.
Earn the big bucks, and take every small advantage. As an Evil Dragon, one had to cover all the bases.
Humming a little tune and picking his teeth—happiness was just that simple.
Elsa's house wasn't far from the Lord's Mansion, only about a fifteen-minute walk away.
This was something Zog could appreciate.
A short commute was a crucial component of a happy life. Spending three or four hours commuting every day would be absolutely dreadful.
"KNOCK KNOCK—"
Zog knocked on the door of the three-story villa.
Her home was a testament to how much her quality of life had skyrocketed.
