Chapter 141 Help

Isolde never expected the black dragon to focus on something so bizarre, leaving her momentarily speechless.

"Speak up... Oh, forget it, just change back into your dragon form for me to see right now."

Huang Ze urged. Just now, he had sniffed and nibbled on the clothes the little red dragon had taken off, and he couldn't detect anything obviously wrong with them. The transformed garments had reached an almost foolproof level of realism, and the quality was surprisingly good—they even carried a faint, pleasant fragrance when bitten!

"Oh..."

Isolde replied, then quickly shifted back into her dragon form. However, her mood was visibly dejected, likely battered by the black dragon's completely unorthodox behavior.

"Huh... They really disappeared along with it?"

Watching the clothes on his claws vanish into thin air, Huang Ze felt a mix of astonishment and inevitable regret—

What a pity. If only they hadn't vanished, he could exploit a bug. By making the little red dragon constantly switch forms, he could mass-produce hundreds or thousands of high-end women's garments every day and make a fortune!

"Do other dragons... also come with clothes when they transform just like you?"

Huang Ze's doubt remained unresolved, so he continued to ask.

"Yes."

Isolde answered, "Actually, it's not just us dragons. All transcendent beings capable of transforming into human form automatically wear clothes upon transformation."

"That makes no sense... Why is that?"

Huang Ze found it hard to comprehend. The mindset of most transcendent beings was vastly different from that of humans; they simply wouldn't care about exposure...

Logically speaking, since they were stark naked in their original forms, they ought to be stark naked after transforming as well. Why on earth would an extra set of clothes appear out of nowhere?

Could it be out of concern for being too vulgar and failing censorship, which was why such a convention existed?

"Mr. Dius... Let's stop dwelling on this, shall we? Why don't we play something more interesting?"

The little red dragon nuzzled against the black dragon, speaking with unmistakable allure.

"Play, play, all you ever think about is playing... I am pondering a very important matter right now!"

Huang Ze shoved her away with a slightly irritated kick of his claw. Then, seeing her pitiful, aggrieved expression, his heart inexplicably softened. He crawled over, patted her head, and said,

"After you transform, does the egg in your belly shrink down as well?"

"Yes, it shrinks proportionally and still appears inside my human-form body."

"Then how is its condition lately? How about I go back and arrange for the best doctors in the Xia Country to perform surgery and take it out for you?"

"No, no, no!"

Faced with the black dragon's concern, Isolde was clearly gladdened, yet she still refused, saying, "This egg has been nurtured in my body for so many years and has long been tightly bound to my life and soul. If it were forcibly removed, I might lose my life..."

"Alright then..."

Huang Ze's concern wasn't fake; he was genuinely considering things from the red dragon's perspective. "Still, going on like this isn't a solution. Since you know quite a few deities, haven't you ever asked them for help?"

"I have..."

Isolde glanced at the black dragon, her tail unconsciously intertwining with his.

"What was their advice?"

As for the red dragon's little physical moves, Huang Ze allowed them. In this regard, dragons were somewhat similar to cats, where the tail and the main body felt like two separate entities. When he had nothing to do, his own tail would also unconsciously thrash around aimlessly.

"My relationship with Waukeen, the Goddess of Commerce, is the closest. Her advice to me was to give birth to it."

"Give birth to it?"

Huang Ze was somewhat puzzled. "It's been in your belly for several centuries now, hasn't it? If it could be born, wouldn't it have been born long ago?"

"Waukeen said... that's because it hasn't been fertilized yet."

Isolde suddenly leaned close to the black dragon's ear and said loudly, "So, Mr. Dius, please be sure to help me!"

"Why are you shouting so loud?"

Huang Ze couldn't be said to be completely indifferent to the red dragon's mating signal, but his reaction was certainly not very enthusiastic. First, he barked back at Isolde, then addressed the matter objectively: "The help you're talking about—do you want me to mate with you and help fertilize it?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Isolde nodded vigorously. For some inexplicable reason, everyone here was a dragon, and mating was clearly a routine, everyday affair. When male and female dragons gathered together, not mentioning it thirty or fifty times a day would be abnormal.

Yet in front of the black dragon, Isolde had never dared to bring it up directly, terrified that the black dragon would refuse.

"No way... Why does it *have* to be me?"

Huang Ze asked curiously, "You've wandered through the material plane for so many years; haven't you encountered a thousand or at least eight hundred male dragons? Why didn't you ask them to help?"

"They can't help!"

Isolde replied without hesitation.

"You've tried?"

Huang Ze's voice unconsciously deepened. His mental cleanliness—no, rather, his possessiveness—began to rear its head. Originally, he wasn't very fond of the chaotic lifestyle of dragons, and furthermore, Isolde was an attractive, mature female dragon who had lived for nearly a millennium. He had long suspected she had numerous paramours.

This was also why Huang Ze's attitude toward the red dragon had never been very fervent. On one hand, his brain kept his bodily hormones well-regulated; on the other hand, a sense of masculine chauvinism was at play—he couldn't accept a female dragon who had already been ridden by others.

"No!"

Isolde quickly said, "There's no need to try something like that at all. I just need to take one look and I'll know!"

"After all, it's not *me* that needs fertilization, but that egg. Naturally, it provides me with guidance. For all these years, it has been suppressing my physiological desires, right up until I met you, Mr. Dius!"

"So you're saying... this egg has quite high standards and a remarkable background?"

Huang Ze's attitude softened slightly, subconsciously thinking of the egg the Phoenix King had left in his own mind.

Those powerhouses seemed to share a bad habit of indiscriminately laying eggs everywhere. The situation with the little red dragon was likely the same—manipulated by some powerful entity and forcibly subjected to surrogacy...

"Have you ever asked the Goddess Waukeen what the origin of the egg inside your body actually is?"

"Of course I asked!"

Isolde replied, "Only, she didn't answer me. Instead, she warned me not to inquire about it everywhere, otherwise, I might easily invite huge trouble."

"That means what you're carrying... really might be something extraordinary."

Huang Ze fell into deep thought and said, "However, don't top-tier, powerful beings usually engage in asexual reproduction? Why would they need a mere black dragon like me to help them breed? Doesn't that sound a bit too fake?"

Huang Ze remembered that creatures above level eight were often hermaphroditic and had begun practicing asexual reproduction.