Evil dragon has a warm heart-Chapter 100 - 99 Grotto Village Rat Plague

Chapter 100: Chapter 99 Grotto Village Rat Plague

Chapter 100 -99 Grotto Village Rat Plague

As night fell, the Little Dream Dragon still hadn’t appeared, but Russell already knew that, after breathing out Dragonflame, it needed to rest for three days, so he wasn’t in a hurry.

Early in the morning, once Eric arrived, Russell officially began his daily Knight’s morning session.

“I have already neglected my practice for several days, which really shouldn’t have happened,” he said as he picked up the fine steel longsword, swinging and thrusting as usual.

Feeling the Battle Qi being drawn by the movements of his sword, little by little carving out the meridians in his arms, he couldn’t help but reflect, “Diligence can compensate for lack of talent, and I must not rely solely on the benefits brought by the Sword Butterfly and neglect my daily training.”

On the contrary.

After obtaining the Sword Butterfly, he should train even more diligently, only by doing so could he maximize its benefits and realize his lofty aspirations sooner.

Seeing Russell resuming his usual perseverance, Eric felt greatly comforted. Russell had neglected his Knight’s morning sessions for the past few days, which had truly worried him. He feared that Russell might slack off and end up staying in their small manor for life.

“Sir still has grand ambitions!” he nodded silently to himself.

He then thought passionately, “As long as Sir is willing to strive, with his current momentum, he is bound to forge his own path in the world… and then, perhaps I could be ennobled by Sir as a Lord, ascending into the ranks of the aristocracy!”

The nobility!

Even if it was just the lowest lifelong title, it would still be a tremendous leap in one’s life, a transformation like a fish leaping over the dragon’s gate.

Take Charles, for example, whose family had fallen into ruin. Although his ancestors were once Lords with titles, several generations had already declined, yet he could still rely on his ancestors’ shade to become a tutor in a Baron’s household as a second son.

This shows how far-reaching and influential the nobility can be.

Eric dreamt of becoming a nobleman, not only for his own glory but also for the sake of his children’s future. Even if his offspring had no significant achievements, they could still rely on his support to live an upper-class life.

If by chance his children proved to be capable and strived diligently,

several generations later, his family might well carve out a genuine hereditary Baron title.

The Fluorescent Fungi Family was like this, so were many Earl and Baron families of the Shadowflame Duchy—apart from the Swan Baron, who was a noble conferred by the Shadowflame Family, naturally high-born, with no need for effort to inherit the title indefinitely.

Whoosh!

The fine steel longsword sliced through the air, making a crisp and sharp sound.

Having observed a bit longer, Eric realized that his mastery of “Radiant Swordsmanship Technique” truly fell short of Russell’s, he really had nothing to teach him. So, he turned around to instruct Tom, Jack, and other Knight Attendants.

After giving his instructions, the Knight Attendants practiced seriously.

He then began practicing with Kevin the Gold and Silver Wolfhound, performing the training exclusive to Phantom Beast Knights, Fighting Spirit Sword Control.

With the help of Battle Qi that had already fused into Prime Breath, he didn’t use his hands but controlled the weapon with the externally released Prime Breath. Without his hands, it was indeed hard to control, but by letting go of his hands, he was also shedding the final shackles.

The fine steel longsword, under the control of Prime Breath, could perform any maneuver without dead angles, ever-changing and all-encompassing.

At this moment, Eric’s body twisted non-stop, and the fine steel longsword fluttered around him like a butterfly, stabbing, cutting, slashing, twisting, striking, and blocking—a scene reminiscent of a Sword Immortal from a wuxia novel, an ethereal being from beyond this world.

During breaks in his training, Russell occasionally glanced over at Eric and seeing this spectacle, instantly became envious to the point of almost drooling.

“Sword Immortal!”

“I want to be a Sword Immortal too!”

Unfortunately, he wasn’t even a Great Knight yet, and even if he were given a Fantasy Beast, he wouldn’t have been able to make a contract and ascend to a Phantom Beast Knight, thereby learning the impressive technique of Fighting Spirit Sword Control.

So he could only shake his head, then refocus his mind, and continue the monotonous practice of a move from “Radiant Swordsmanship Technique,” forging his sword skill while also carving out his meridians.

Before he knew it, his training outfit was already soaked with sweat.

But Russell persisted relentlessly, ignoring the soreness and fatigue of his arms and body, solely to hone every move and technique until they became an instinct of his body. By then, not only would his meridians be well developed, but his swordsmanship would also reach perfection.

Combined with the Sword Butterfly’s mastery of and insight into swordsmanship, he felt confident in becoming an invincible presence among his peers.

“How lonely it is to be invincible…”

It seemed as though a familiar BGM rang out in his ears, and amidst the melody, Russell completed today’s knightly morning practice.

“Sir, you have worked hard,” Tom, the personal servant, rapidly handed him a towel to wipe off his sweat.

After wiping off the sweat, he threw the towel back.

Watching Eric and Kevin, who were still practicing, along with the four knight attendants, Russell suddenly asked, “Tom, do you know what a Conceptual God is?”

“Conceptual God?” Tom shook his head. “I do not know, sir.”

“A Conceptual God is… when you take something to the extreme, you can transcend the rules,” Russell said whimsically, jesting, “My extreme is that my sword can cut through anything, including fate!”

He placed one hand on his hip and gazed up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.

If there were a third-person perspective, Russell felt that his current poise radiated the pride of “my fate lies in my own hands, not heaven’s.”

Of course, it could also be seen as a bout of ‘chuunibyou.’

After a bath, Charles, the Chancellor of Records, came with several officials to report the recent affairs of the territory to him.

Russell listened attentively, occasionally giving directions but did not interfere excessively. Although he had the knowledge of his previous life, it was his first time being a lord, and he might not manage the estate as aptly as the officials.

The most taboo thing is for an amateur to lead an expert.

He understood that principle.

Finally, the technical officer Rudi with the red nose reported, “Sir, we have analyzed the dandelion magic potion cultivation technology you brought from Fluorescent Castle. We plan to allocate one hundred and fifty acres of land in Lentil Hamlet for a Magical Medicine Field…”

“Feasible,” Russell nodded.

“For the Cordyceps Guard Squad, we unanimously nominate Escort Officer John for the position,” Charles continued.

Russell had previously selected his own knight attendant, John, to act as the temporary captain of the Cordyceps Guard Squad, so the officials all understood that this position was created for John, and no one else should harbor undue expectations.

Russell nodded indifferently: “Feasible.”

“There’s another matter, sir,” Charles added. “I am preparing to summon all the serfs from the estate to offer their cats. If that’s not enough, we might need to borrow some cats from the neighboring estates.”

“What’s the situation?” Russell asked, not understanding.

“Dungeon Ranger Druk, you explain,” Charles said.

Dungeon Ranger Druk, the chief of Grotto Village, said with a pained expression, “Sir, we have a rat plague in Grotto Village…”

He gestured with his hands, “Don’t know where so many big rats came from, they’re as big as this… swarming everywhere, gnawing on moss and mushrooms, the rats are almost finishing our grain.”

Ranger Leader Katie added, “In the past, the rats in the dungeon were not even enough for us to eat. Now there are so many rats they are overrunning the place, impossible to kill them all, and many serfs have been bitten… The Cave Ranger Squad can only guard the Wolf Head Skylight to ensure the Bloodfang Fungi fields are not breached by the rats.”

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“A rat plague?” Russell was genuinely surprised.

The meager grain in Grotto Village was hardly enough for people to eat; a rat infestation was indeed an eye-opener for him.

However, since the rat plague was now a reality, the urgent matter was to eradicate it. He immediately instructed his knight attendant to take his lord’s seal to the neighboring estates to collect a bunch of cats to catch the rats.

At the same time, he planned to personally visit Grotto Village to see for himself just how rampant the rat plague had become.