Evil dragon has a warm heart-Chapter 107 - 106 Preaching from an Old Father

Chapter 107: Chapter 106: Preaching from an Old Father

Chapter 107 -106: Preaching from an Old Father

The following day, Russell went to Fluorescent Castle with Charles.

While Charles sought to recruit a beekeeper, Russell went into the castle to report his latest capture to Mr. Roman—the Red-eyed Rat King.

Because big brother Roland had gone to the lower estates to oversee the farming, he couldn’t partake in Russell’s current joy.

However, the Baron and his wife listened attentively to Russell’s account over lunch.

“My son has always been watched by a great dragon, Roman,” Lady Meryl said after listening, brimming with happiness. “Now we don’t have to worry about Russell anymore. The eaglet will soon be fully feathered and soaring through the skies.”

“Yes, yes,” Mr. Roman responded with a somewhat forced smile.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy about his son’s encounters; rather, he had become so accustomed to happiness that he was almost numb to it and at a loss for words.

The first time Russell came and talked about finding a birch bug, he thought the boy was quite lucky.

The second time, Russell talked about rescuing a half Ghost Beast, and Eric’s promotion to Phantom Beast Knight, one could only say it was the watch of a great dragon.

The third time, Russell had killed Lone Wolf Lisbon and retrieved a Bloodfang Fungi insect; he was happy to see this, as magical creatures should be in the hands of the nobility.

The fourth time Russell came again, claiming he had found a dandelion bug; he was not there at the time, but when he returned and heard about it, he began to be shocked and didn’t want to express his opinion.

And now, Russell was saying that he had captured another Fantasy Beast and even found a group of wild Primordial Honeybees.

Such luck was no longer just the watch of the great dragon.

It was as if he was the illegitimate child of the great dragon.

“Luck always favors the prepared, father, mother. I believe if I had not set my heart on tidying up the dungeons, perhaps these benefits would not have come my way,” Russell said nonchalantly as he cut his steak, “so it is not the great dragon watching over me, but my actions being affirmed by the great dragon.”

Lady Meryl nodded repeatedly: “Yes, that’s exactly what I was going to say… When your grandfather was young, he always disliked it when people said he was lucky, believing that all luck stemmed from strength, including his dragon-riding, which was recognized by Lord Mercedes for his abilities.”

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With that.

She looked toward her husband: “Don’t you think so, Roman?”

“Yes, yes,” Baron Roman replied, busily chewing his meal and reluctantly agreeing, “Old Earl Merlin was indeed one of the rare talents of the Duchy, and it’s for that very reason he became a Flying Dragon Knight.”

“So that’s what Grandfather used to say, too? Heroes sure see eye to eye,” Russell said with a laugh.

He wasn’t bragging; it was just that the atmosphere had built up to this point.

Then he added, “Father, why not organize the dungeons around Glowing Valley as well? Perhaps you’ll run into quite a few pleasant surprises.”

“That may be so, but let’s leave it,” Mr. Roman shook his head, speaking with a relaxed air, “Action is not always better than inaction. Whether contested or not, the resources in the dungeons remain there, waiting. If needed, I will surely claim them. For now, they can stay right where they are.”

Russell thought for a moment, then praised, “Father’s wisdom.”

“Wisdom is hardly the word; these are but the insights left by those who came before us,” the Baron had regained his composure.

Skewering a piece of steak, he spoke in the tone of someone who has seen it all: “Russell, you are indeed quite fortunate right now, but I want you to remember one thing.”

“Please speak, father,” Russell replied.

“Transient luck is indeed joyous, but your own strength is the foundation. Do not let external things distract you from your true nature,” Baron Roman said earnestly. “Just like Lisbon you dispatched; what use was his Bloodfang Fungi insect to him? If we wanted it, he could never have kept it.”

Russell nodded, taking the advice to heart.

He took the baron’s teachings seriously and did not feel any sense of superiority just because he was a transmigrator.

After all, this was a world with transcendent powers.

Even if he was just a nine-to-nine office drone in his previous life, or even a big shot in the underworld, he knew better than to show off before securing his position.

Seeing his younger son listening so earnestly, Baron Roman quickly found himself back in the role of a father offering guidance, “You must remember that our family’s ability to maintain our rule in Glowing Valley is thanks to Mr. Ross. Everything else can be discarded, but we must never fail Mr. Ross.”

He then rambled on about a whole lot of things a lord should pay attention to.

Russell listened humbly whether he agreed or not, and never spoke out against him.

This satisfied Baron Roman’s penchant for lecturing quite a bit, as it had been a long time since he had such an opportunity to teach his sons.

Lady Meryl found satisfaction in the warm scene of a father speaking earnestly and a son listening the same way.

Only Lola rolled her eyes several times.

She just wanted to hear Russell talk about some interesting matters on the manor, not such lengthy and boring lectures. Moreover, her future was to marry, to manage household affairs, to preside over the castle’s finances, and to manage the servants.

She had no interest in how to manage the territory or how to fight in the snowy fields.

Once Baron Roman finished his lecture and wet his throat with a glass of red wine, she finally asked, “Russell, is a beehive just a big ball?”

“No, no, no, the big ball is just the outer shell of the beehive,” Russell explained. “Inside the shell are the actual hives, made up of layers of honeycombs. Do you know what honeycombs are? They’re like the cells where the bees live, squeezed together to form…um, something like one or two floors.”

Russell hadn’t opened the outer shell of the beehive; he had only peeked inside through the small entrances the bees used.

He would wait until the beekeeper took up their post and then consider how to split the beehive, turning one group of Bear Honeybees into two or even more groups.

And thus expand the beekeeping operation.

“Is the honey from the Bear Honeybees tasty?” Lola then asked.

“Not sure yet, I haven’t tasted it myself. When the bee colony has grown, we’ll harvest some honey and try it.”

Speaking of which, Russell said to his parents, “Father, Mother, since the beehive came from Sharp Knife Mountain, once I’ve successfully raised the Bear Honeybees, I will send some to the castle so that you and Lola can enjoy magic honey often.”

“It’s the thought that counts,” Lady Meryl said with a smile.

“Raising Primordial Honeybees must be of great value; when the time comes, the castle won’t take your Bear Honeybees for free. We will compensate you at market value,” the baron said.

Upon hearing this, Lady Meryl chided the baron, “You always keep such clear accounts, turning Russell’s filial piety into just another marketplace transaction.”

The baron replied, “Just sticking to the matter at hand.”

“There’s no need for any compensation, Father. Since I’ve been enfeoffed, I’ve received considerable care from home and occasionally want to give something back. These Bear Honeybees were a lucky find, and I simply wanted to offer you, Mother, and Lola – oh, and Roland – a chance to taste something fresh.”

Hearing Russell say this, Baron Roman finally nodded and said, “Well then, we will look forward to the day when you raise those Bear Honeybees.”

Lunch had ended.

The baron and his wife got up to leave. Lola lingered behind, and when Russell approached, she said playfully, “Russell, I do love honey.”

Russell reached out and ruffled Lola’s hair, “You’ll get enough to satisfy you.”

“Don’t mess up my hair, you annoying Russell!”