I transmigrated into a fantasy world as the lowliest pet dealer. The original owner was about to be executed for stealing a dead egg.
But the “dead egg” they were talking about was clearly a progenitor bloodline, one the dragon race saw only once in ten thousand years.
I bit my fingertip and let a drop of blood fall onto the eggshell.
The moment it cracked, dragon might flooded the entire auction house. Everyone turned pale and dropped to their knees, begging for mercy.
The little dragon that had just hatched rubbed its damp head against my palm.
