In Which The Dinner Starts

Her stomach did what sounded like some rumbling, and she expelled a belch at the same time. Lisa went to bed with her shoes on, her legs wide, and her head tilted toward the pillow in such a way that it was almost brushing the surface of the cushion. She had absolutely no worries or concerns about anything at all. She snored, and it seemed like she was making fun of the pixie's snoring.

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On the opposite side of the coin, John was confined to his wheelchair and was analyzing maps of a variety of universes, galaxies, and worlds.

John was the only person who cared as much as he did about each and every one of those legends, and it was said that every planet possessed at least one or two magical elements.

His anticipations were tied closely to their level of achievement. He wanted something, anything, or everything to work so that he could get out of that wheelchair and stand on his own two feet once more. He prayed every day that something would make it possible for him to do this.

He was unable to keep his temper under control when he tried to drive himself by reminding himself that there was a possibility that they might never find a cure that would be able to help him.

This thought worried him more than actually looking death in the eye would have done so.

This was without a doubt one of the highlights of the event. When John heard a knock on the door, he was on the verge of losing his composure. Underneath the pleasant and peaceful visage that he presented to everyone else was a look that was neither placid nor serene in any way. He had tightened his jaw, and the teeth in his mouth were grinding against one other. It was the snarling grin of a dragon, and at any moment it was ready to spit fire in your direction.

The mere sight of John in such a state was enough to compel the crew to begin sweating and praying that the worst case scenario would not materialize, and no one could blame them for their reaction.

Every single member of the group, including John, had the ability to transform into a dragon. Having said that, they were constantly reminded to obey and pay respect to whoever was in a position of power over them, regardless of the situation. This was pounded into their brains. Those dragons that could trace their genealogy back to longer, more pure lines were regarded as the most noble.

Because John was a descendant of dragon royalty, there is no doubt that the dragon blood in his body was the real deal. Even if they were looking at his wheelchair, no one could deny that fact, and a dragon shifter in particular would be incapable of doing so. In point of fact, it would be impossible to even dispute its existence.

John no longer examines his appearance in the mirror since the injuries to his legs prevent him from doing so. John has fully ceased engaging in this behavior. He makes an inquiry with Hennessy, who has a favorable opinion of John and who is content with everything that John accomplishes.

At one point, he was rehearsing the manner in which he would speak to his crew in order to persuade them to stop thinking of him as a cripple and start viewing him as a skilled leader. He wanted to accomplish this goal by convincing them that he was the one who should be in charge.

His pupils were dilated and bloodshot, and the way his jaw was tightened gave the impression that he was grinding his teeth. His eyes were bloodshot and bulging. Hennessy being Hennessy, a soldier who had a blank look on his face agreed with what was being said.

"Yes?" John's question was asked in an authoritative manner.

"There is a problem that I would like to talk with you, Master John, and it relates to the crew." "I would like to discuss a problem that I have with the crew with you."

John, who was still trying to avoid Hennessy, turned his head and asked, "What's the problem?"

The fact that Miss Lisa and her pixie will be accompanying us on this trip is not something that the team welcomes with open arms at all.

What could be the reason behind this?

They say that because of her build and the fact that the pixie is so small, she is not a decent-looking girl since she would go around, and the guys wouldn't have any privacy. They say this because she is so small."

Is that the end of the story?

The speaker stated that the listeners believed that the individual in question was Master John's slave.