Book 5: Chapter 115: Guest of Honor

Book 5: Chapter 115: Guest of Honor

By the way, theres something that puzzles me, Master Lilith.

What is it?

Considering youre a dragon, what led you to participate in this years Martial God Tournament? Luna asked while pulling on her black stockings and tilting her head in confusion.Checkk new novel chapters at novelbin(.)com

The prizes at the end of the tournament are undoubtedly generous, but I assume they dont hold that much allure for you, Master Lilith, do they? she continued asking.

Youre right, I didnt come here for the prizes.

Observing that Luna was almost done dressing herself, Lilith stood up, dusted off her skirt, and gazed into the white nothingness. Her delicate face revealed neither joy nor sorrow.

I received an invitation, so I decided to attend.

An invitation? From friends No, not friends, I presume.

Although invitations were typically extended between friends, Luna perceived no joy in Liliths eyes. Instead, there seemed to be a deep-seated rage and murderous intention concealed beneath her calm exterior.

She appeared more menacing than when her fists were stained with blood just moments ago.

Lets go. The matches will commence soon. Sleep is not an option tonight. Lets make some preparations first. Lilith waved at nothing and said, You can deactivate the little world now, Cornelia.

Eeyah~

Little Cornelias reluctant voice echoed in the void. As water-like ripples emanated from the edge of the continent, Lilith felt the entire world momentarily enter a trance. When she snapped back to reality, she found herself back in the room.

Outside the window, a shimmering light slowly ascended from the horizon, dispelling the darkness that had enveloped the world throughout the night.

Dawn had arrived.

Is it about to start?

Yes, Mr. Dowd.

Wheres my script?

Here it is.

The staff jogged over and handed a stack of scripts to Dowd, who quickly skimmed through them. Realizing that they were even thicker than in previous years, he could not help but let out a long sigh.

However, this year was strange. The sponsors were only finalized just before the start of the tournament. Due to this, he was not able to read through and memorize the script in his hands in advance.

Dowd would have to rely on his professional experience as a host to deliver a spontaneous performance.

Forget it. Ill go with the flow.

Dowd shook his head, clearing the negative thoughts, and walked toward the host room.

The host room was not open yet, but someone was already seated inside.

Dowd was not surprised. The Great Celestial Rite had a guest of honor every year. The guest this year, however, was shrouded in mystery. Dowd had only been provided with basic details like her name and gender.

You must be Miss Fenice, right?

Dowds gaze quickly swept over her beautiful face. Slightly stunned but maintaining politeness, he averted his eyes and smiled, introducing himself, Im Dowd, the host of this event.

Nice to meet you.

The beauty nodded, her smile carrying a motherly glow.

The guest of honor this time seemed to be very reliable, Dowd thought to himself as he sat down next to Fenice in delight and flipped through the script in his hand.

The first page of the script was not the opening speech and lengthy sponsor advertisements. Instead, it was the introduction of the guest of honor, Fenice, with some basic information for Dowd to present.

Fenice, female, twenty-four years and three months and days old. Also serves as the president of the Continental Dragon Dark Cuisine Research Association, director of the Continental Dragon Unemployment Assistance Center, Honorary Physician of the Continental Abnormal Dragons Research Center, and vice president of the Continental Dragon Vocational and Technical College

Looking at this long list of resumes, Dowd was left dumbfounded.

Is this even the profile of a human? Whats with this long list of titles? What about that strange age? The blacked-out part seemed to reveal a very scary number!

And dragon? How dare she use the holy dragons as her organization names? Is she not afraid of being thrown bricks by dragon fanatics when she is out at night?

Whats even more outrageous is the Abnormal Dragons Research Center. Its probably a research institution for subdragon species. How dare she claim that position? What if the rightful owner exposes her?

Something wrong?

The refined woman with a long list of titles looked at Dowd, whose forehead was beaded with cold sweat.

With a concerned look on her face, she continued asking, Are you feeling unwell?

N-No, Im fine!

Dowd took out a handkerchief and wiped his cold sweat, waving his hand to indicate that he was fine before focusing on the script once again.