Evil dragon has a warm heart-Chapter 133 - 132 Thorn Amber Worm

Chapter 133: Chapter 132: Thorn Amber Worm

Chapter 133 -132: Thorn Amber Worm

“Squeak, squeak.” The Red-eyed Rat King curiously watched Russell as he sorted through a pile of rough, large stones at the Stubborn Stone Mason’s Shop.

It also came over, tried the taste of the large stones with its teeth, and found them as teeth-grittingly hard as ever.

When it was making holes in Grotto Village, it often had to deal with these stones, so it quickly lost its curiosity in the large stones.

Lying at the entrance of the stone shop, it boredly groomed its increasingly shiny fur.

As for Russell, he was still selecting among the stones, only he wasn’t picking by himself but according to the M-shaped mark in his palm, choosing the stone that the Little Dream Dragon had selected. Although he didn’t know what the Little Dream Dragon had found.

But being singled out by a dream great dragon would definitely not be something commonplace.

“Could it be an Ice Soul Pearl lost within the stone?” Russell wondered as he rummaged through the stones, his mind running wild with imagination.

Because previously, the M-shaped mark had often ignited when sensing the Ice Pellet Pearls and Ice Soul Pearls in the hands of the knights from the Knight Regiment. Especially every time he entered the commander’s tent, Mr. Roman’s Ice Soul Pearl always made the Little Dream Dragon drool with envy.

As a result, the M-shaped mark would keep burning on and off.

At night, in the Gloomy Dreamland, Russell often had to talk at length to prevent the Little Dream Dragon from eating Mr. Roman’s Ice Soul Pearl, as well as the hard-earned Ice Pellet Pearls of the knights.

“If that’s really the case, it would be a stroke of luck!” The more Russell thought about it, the happier he became, and he searched the stones with increased excitement, “Finding Ice Pellet Pearls and Ice Soul Pearls, the Little Dream Dragon could eat them without any burden and wouldn’t have to think about stealing anymore!”

It wasn’t that Russell’s moral standards were too high.

But stealing someone else’s Ice Pellet Pearls or Ice Soul Pearls could easily cause unnecessary trouble, and it would be bad if the Little Dream Dragon got involved.

Perhaps if Mr. Roman learned of the secret, it wouldn’t be much of an issue since they were father and son.

But if the news spread to Red Castle…

It was hard to imagine how the Shadowflame Family would react, and the Shadowflame Dragon residing in the volcano would certainly not allow another dragon to grow in strength on its territory—there can be only one ruler of the mountain, and none may sleep soundly beside another’s couch.

Russell still remembered hearing Mr. Roman privately reflect when he was younger, “Never imagine the great dragons as beings of justice, they… are just animals with great strength and a certain level of wisdom.”

Just as it was with the great dragons, so it was with the bipedal flying dragons.

Russell had also heard from his older brother Roland about the past, when their great grandfather had just tamed Mr. Ross, Mr. Ross was still wild and caused a lot of death and destruction across the domain. It was only after the contract deepened over time that Mr. Ross gradually became more humane and docile.

Therefore, Russell had to keep the Little Dream Dragon’s secret, to prevent the Shadowflame Dragon from finding out and killing the Little Dream Dragon in its youth.

Searching and rummaging.

Finally, as Russell’s hand touched a seemingly ordinary large stone, the M-shaped mark flared up violently and then faded away.

“This is the one!” Russell received the hint from the Little Dream Dragon.

Quickly, he lifted the stone the size of a washbasin and called out to the owner who was close by carving a stone roller, “I’ll take this stone.”

“Three copper coins,” the owner glanced at Russell and continued his engraving.

In fact, the stone was only worth half a copper coin; the stone itself wasn’t valuable. There was a mountain of rocks nearby, and its value was entirely in the transportation cost. But since it was in a stone shop, some added value was always included.

So the owner asked for three copper coins.

Clank, clank, clank.

Russell took out three copper coins, placed them on the table, and left the stone shop with the stone.

“Red-eye, carry this.” On the way, he placed the large stone on the back of the Red-eyed Rat King, a weight negligible for it.

Leaving the market.

He went to a dirt mound nearby, using the cover of the surrounding bushes, Russell rubbed his palms together, contemplating how to open the stone.

There was a thrilling sense of gambling about stones.

Just as he was about to pull out the Green Ceramic Sword and cleave the stone, he saw Red-eye idling by and beckoned, “Come, take a bite.”

“Chirp chirp.” The Red-eyed Rat King shook its head, disliking the feel of the stone against its teeth.

“Take a bite, Red-eye, you’re already a Fantasy Beast, so crushing a rock should be a piece of cake,” Russell said as he patted the Red-eyed Rat King’s behind.

Only then did the Red-eyed Rat King reluctantly open its mouth, and its incisors sliced through the stone like a shovel, chipping off a piece from the large rock.

“Keep going.”

“Chirp chirp.”

With just a couple of bites, the large stone turned into rubble, and among it lay a piece of shiny, translucent orange stone.

It was only the size of a meatball, not a perfect circle, and as the large stone shattered, a faint magic aura began to circulate and disperse.

“This… is also a piece of amber!” Russell’s eyes widened in an instant, for although this piece of amber was much smaller compared to the fist-sized amber that had encased the Sword Butterfly, its essence was just as pure. “My second Amber Worm has come like this?”

If not for the M-shaped mark of the Little Dream Dragon, this Amber Bug might have remained sealed within the large stone forever.

Even if a stonemason were to carve the large stone into an object, it would be difficult to expose it, likely requiring many years before the sculpture broke apart and it could see the light of day again.

After dusting off the debris on the amber, Russell held it up to the sunlight to see what little creature was sealed inside.

Once the sunlight penetrated the amber, inside the golden-yellow transparent gem was a mere shriveled thing smaller than a fingernail.

“Looks like a seed?” Russell didn’t recognize the seed of which plant it was.

He was also puzzled, “Could there really be a seed inside amber, and could this seed actually spawn an Amber Worm?”

But he soon let it go, “Plants can spawn Spirit Insects, so why not amber? This ‘worm’ is not the same as that ‘worm’.”

So.

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He immediately began the contract ritual by cutting his fingertip with a fingernail and squeezing out two drops of blood, which dropped onto the amber stone.

In the blink of an eye, the blood beads seeped into the amber.

Then in Russell’s mind appeared a thought, different from the breathing sound of the Sword Butterfly Amber Bug at first, quite tranquil, almost like some kind of unconscious, chaotic state, and it didn’t seem like an “insect.”

At the same time, he saw that inside the amber stone, the shriveled seed visibly plumped up at a speed perceptible to the naked eye.

Crack.

As the seed swelled and expanded, the amber stone quickly broke into powder, sliding off Russell’s fingertips, and with a gust of wind, scattered into the air, disappearing from sight.

Only the plump seed was left, falling into the palm of Russell’s hand.

There wasn’t much of a conscious mental connection, but there was a vague, chaotic array of tiny thoughts that, under the force of the contract, transmitted into Russell’s mind.

Those tiny thoughts sounded like peculiar moaning.

Moaning “germinate,” “germinate”…

And then the plump seed did indeed germinate, sprouting tiny roots that directly penetrated into the palm of Russell’s hand.

He felt no pain.

Russell curiously watched the seed take root, crack open, and germinate, quickly growing into a tiny Thorn.

The Thorn was only a finger’s length, swaying with the wind, as if beckoning to Russell.

Those “germinate,” “germinate” tiny thoughts turned into whispers of “sunlight,” “happiness.”

“Thorn Amber Worm, huh…” Russell smiled slightly, his thoughts flickering, and in the next moment, the tiny Thorn turned into a ray of light that entered his palm.

All that remained was the M-shaped mark in his palm, shining brightly; next to it, the sesame-sized Sword Butterfly Mark danced gracefully, while at the corner of the M-shaped mark, a Thorn Mark a little smaller than the Sword Butterfly Mark appeared.

It was like a delicate tendril, fluttering in the wind.