章 215: Chapter 162: Am I a Taciturn Black Dragon?_3

Just wait patiently, fishing requires patience.

With nothing better to do, Lance's Grim Reaper's Scythe flew out of the Diamond Talisman and dialed the number for the apprentice Grim Reaper, Skeletal Dragon Garcia's, scythe.

He asked if Skeletal Dragon Garcia was interested in causing a ruckus in the area overseen by Hell Death God Solomon.

The Skeletal Dragon could stay in the present world or enter hell.

Lance wasn't worried about the citizens of Saint Blue City or the extraordinary beings seeing him talk to the Skeletal Dragon; any images they saw would be twisted and switched by the mighty powers from hell.

The fearsome, skull-faced projection of Skeletal Dragon Garcia appeared, "My friend Lance, not long ago a Hell Grim Reaper contacted me. I was just about to greet that Hell Grim Reaper when he cut off the projection call."