I, The Dragon Overlord Chapter 299 - Golden Apple of Avalon

‘Morone’ was shocked when she heard ‘Connacht’s’ words.

“You can’t do that! If you even try it, we’ll be heavily punished once we return!”

Connacht frowned, “But if I came all the way here and returned without doing anything, how would I hold up my head in the future?”

He picked up a bottle of whiskey, chugged it all down, and sighed with pleasure, “The wine nowadays is much better than in the past, but not quite at the level of the Tuatha De Dannan’s.”

The fairy’s face contorted in displeasure.

The table at which the two sat held a large stack of pork bones that had been picked clean. The people who dined near this restaurant at first thought that someone was just cosplaying and that the fairy was just an illusion. But that was only until the two people talked loudly without caring about the surroundings. The people around them immediately understood that this might not be cosplay but a real supernatural event, this was especially obvious when the fairy opened its mouth to speak.

Someone even secretly took pictures, mainly of the fairy. People were always attracted to beautiful things. Although the height of the fairy was only 20cm, her exquisite appearance was enough to make countless figure collectors drool.

However, most people went pale at this enlightenment. They quickly finished eating and left the restaurant. The vast majority of ordinary people weren’t willing to be involved in these supernatural events where they could die at any time. Only some young people had the courage to have encounters with the unknown.

“Women nowadays are really strong. They’re all becoming like Maeve.”

Connaught Rhys looked at the women around him and tsked. His eyes seemed to be able to see through the lives of mortals, knowing clearly what the people around here did in the past.

“But even Maeve is inferior to the woman in the Land of Shadows. Although I can finally bed her when I defeat her, that’s going to take a long while.”

The Celtic god sighed, revealing a touch of sorrowful despondency. His misery at the fact t

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