31 Daily Life Of Celestial Dragons

Marie Geoise, a palace nestled exclusively within the residential precincts of the Celestial Dragons, welcomed an unusual sight as a "human" carriage arrived, drawing the attention of the awaiting crowd near the gates.

Termed a "human" carriage, this mode of transport was a peculiar creation, entirely modified by a giant. With his legs amputated just below the knees for better crawling, and his back adorned with various rivets and splendid ribbons affixed to an extravagant seat bedecked with gemstones, the spectacle was both grotesque and opulent.

"Respected Saint Onassis, your arrival graces this abode, bringing brilliance and even purifying our souls," expressed a servant clad in a sleek black suit, his face adorned with a flattering smile.

Sporting an oxygen headgear and dressed in Celestial Dragon regalia, Saint Onassis, with his portly figure and prominent ears, nodded in a somewhat reserved manner, assisted by a beautiful attendant.

"Spandace, are you implying I'm tardy?" inquired Saint Onassis as his hefty frame descended from the carriage onto a platform constructed of beautiful slave girls.

"My lord, Master specifically instructed me that the most distinguished guests are always the last to arrive, and those esteemed few await your presence within," replied Spandace, his tone low, "However, my lord, Saint Serina seems to be in a foul mood today, so she may direct her ire toward you later."

Saint Onassis's steps halted abruptly upon hearing this, causing the female slaves beneath him to suffer, their gender and status rendering them powerless.

The platform could bear the weight as long as Saint Onassis remained supported, but any misstep would spell disaster for the slaves beneath him.

The commotion beneath their feet did not escape the notice of the individual standing atop them.

"Scoundrel! It is your honor as a lowly commoner to be trampled beneath my feet!"

With a frustrated grunt, Saint Onassis angrily stomped his foot onto the cushion below, exerting tremendous pressure on the weak slave's back.

"Ahh!"

A scream erupted as the human platform swayed precariously, and Saint Onassis teetered on the brink of falling. His eyes filled with confusion as he struggled to comprehend the inexplicable sensation of falling.

In that critical moment, Spandace swiftly appeared by his side, respectfully kneeling to support him.

Having served these aristocrats for generations, Spandace was well-versed in the whims of the Celestial Dragons, having been schooled in various survival tactics since childhood.

"Well done, Spandace. I am inclined to take you from the Joniaz family and appoint you as my chief steward," Saint Onassis commended Spandace, gesturing to the guards.

A contingent of guards promptly escorted away all the female slaves who had been used as human footrests, an occurrence that barely caused a ripple in the minds of the other slaves, so accustomed were they to such treatment.

As they entered the palace, surrounded by guards and hidden forces lurking in the shadows, the opulent banquet hall already hosted five individuals dressed akin to Saint Onassis, three men and two women, all donning bubble headgear.

"My dear Onassis, you have graced us with your presence at last!" exclaimed the evening's host, Saint Joniaz, holding a cane and offering a warm smile.

"You're late; you may need to accept punishment, my dear," quipped a hefty figure, relishing the service of a young boy with a lascivious grin.

At the sight of her, even Saint Onassis felt a pang of unease and hurriedly interjected, "Serena, I am not late. I simply took the liberty of preparing a gift for everyone, which caused a slight delay."

"It appears fortune favors us," remarked Joniaz Saint with a generous smile, "We all know, Onassis, that you are the most skilled among us Celestial Dragons when it comes to blending drinks! What delightful surprises have you brought us this time?"

"Hehe! I merely enjoy concocting unique blends to evoke novel sensations," chuckled Onassis, his chubby cheeks creasing with mirth.

With a wave of his hand, a bottle of red wine, as resplendent as a ruby, was presented, prompting Joniaz to inquire, "My dear friend, won't you introduce us to your masterpiece?"

"Does its taste surpass that of Bincks? I've grown weary of Bincks; the fabled fine wines of the sea are merely passable," remarked a slightly inebriated Celestial Dragon, taking a sip of his wine.

"You shall not be disappointed, Crest Saint. I dedicated a year of painstaking effort to this creation!" declared Onassis, cradling the bottle as if it were a rare treasure.

"To craft this wine, I meticulously selected slaves with natural fragrances from an island in the South Sea. I then subjected this exquisite maiden to low-temperature aging within a refrigerator. Various pure medicines were administered to sustain her life, while the essence of rare foods was infused into her body through extraction fluids. After expelling all impurities, the remaining liquid was used for brewing. Various rare wines were carefully injected into her body at intervals, and after a year, the wine was ready.

Now, it is time to savor it. An IV tube was used to pierce her heart and connect it. By obtaining the most exquisite blood in this manner, the most top-notch wine was produced after complex processing!"

As Onassis expounded on his disturbing and bizarre methods, the other Celestial Dragons not only remained unruffled but also expressed keen interest in his creation.

Thus, they all partook of the fine wine.

"Mmm! It is so smooth; the taste is exquisite," exclaimed Crest Saint, his eyes lighting up upon tasting the wine.

"It is divine! I must procure some for myself when I return!"

"The flavor is akin to the skin of a mermaid, smooth and radiant, with light bursting upon the tongue! My friend, your pursuit of art truly inspires admiration!"

"Let us revel in today's festivities to the fullest!"