Evil dragon has a warm heart-Chapter 148 - 147 Feeling Offended

Chapter 148: Chapter 147 Feeling Offended

Chapter 148 -147 Feeling Offended

Thus,

the Little Dream Dragon had gained three abilities.

The first was, naturally, the Gloomy Dreamland that arrived as promised during the night’s dreams.

The second was the ability to break the boundaries of the Gloomy Dreamland and travel to the dark world after acquiring the Amber Worm mark, which Russell called the Dream Clone of the Dark Dream.

The third was the current Gaze of the Dark Dream.

“Gloomy Dreamland… Quiet Dream… Dream Clone, Gaze of the Dark Dream…” Russell’s lips curled up, “I wonder whether the growth of the Little Dream Dragon will bring forth more superpowers… Actually, even its breath could be considered a superpower.”

The breath of the Little Dream Dragon could help Spirit Insects to breed, undoubtedly another powerful ability.

However, this ability was not exclusive to the Little Dream Dragon.

It seems that every Great Dragon could do it, and even a Bipedal Flying Dragon, by expending its essence, could stimulate Elves with its breath—although, once a Bipedal Flying Dragon’s essence was used up, it was difficult to recover, as its essence came from a Great Dragon.

Only the essence of Great Dragons could naturally recover, as they were able to continuously draw the essence of strength from the earth.

“Speaking of which, Ice Cream must be the most special existence among the Great Dragons, right?”

Russell lay in bed, idly thinking: “Other Great Dragons are born from volcanoes, possessing immense power at birth, capable of tearing through the ice-bound earth, creating vast Volcanic Oases for humanity to thrive and reproduce.”

Whereas his Little Dream Dragon could only follow him around, scrimping and saving to eat a few Ice Pellet Pearls and Ice Soul Pearls, slowly developing.

The gap was truly significant.

“It’s just unknown whether, on the day the Little Dream Dragon comes into this world, it will erupt a volcano in the real world to greet it.”

After some thought, Russell felt it unlikely.

Because of the Little Dream Dragon’s origins, he had some speculations, which might tie in with him being dumped on Dragon Sleep Continent when eating an Ice Cream. But upon closer consideration, it could just be a far-fetched coincidence.

After all, how could a mere Ice Cream be related to a Great Dragon?

“Could it be that if I had eaten a spicy strip while crossing over, I would have gained a ‘Wei Long’; or if I had hemorrhoids, I would have got a ‘Ma Ying Long’; if I wore a leather jacket, would it have given me a ‘Prince Dragon’; and if I also drove a small sedan, I’d have to be given a ‘Dongfeng Citroën’…”

For a moment, his thoughts became somewhat cluttered.

Soon he remembered the heroic epic “Song of the Volcano” he had read.

The bootlicking protagonist Sigruft in the story, after his death, had his soul awaken and merged with a Great Dragon, becoming the Lost Great Dragon that thrived perpetually on Dragon Sleep Continent, dedicating its existence to aiding avengers in their vengeance.

“It seems that Great Dragons and Knights can indeed influence each other… Maybe it’s my subconscious affecting the growth of the Little Dream Dragon?”

There was no answer.

Perhaps when the Little Dream Dragon grew up and obtained intelligence comparable to humans, and could communicate in Dragon Language, only then could this mystery be unraveled.

That night, the Little Dream Dragon didn’t appear.

Russell didn’t dream either.

…

“Good morning, Mr. Russel!”

With the entrance of a vibrant young maid, a new day began, and the quality of the maids at Bluebird Castle amazed Russell.

It wasn’t that these maids were extraordinarily beautiful, but rather their posture of heads held high and their nimble yet powerful way of working exuded an impassioned yet calm, both youthful and seasoned impact, allowing one to clearly feel that they had been strictly trained.

“Judging only by figure and looks, they’re about the same as Leona,” Russell glanced a few more times at the maids diligently at work.

Who would have thought, these professional-looking maids were also sneakily looking at him.

Their eyes met.

Russel did not betray any emotion, and instead he offered a slight smile to his counterpart. He turned his head back quite naturally and adjusted the collar of his lining in the mirror.

The maid who sneaked a peek at Russel held the changed bedsheets in her arms. Before leaving, she didn’t forget to boldly praise, “Mr. Russell, you really are handsome.”

“Thank you, many people say so.”

“You really are humorous.”

“That’s not often said,” Russell responded gently. In social situations, he spoke sparingly; beyond the necessary courtesies, he preferred to keep a low profile, wishing only to be a handsome man undisturbed.

As he was leaving, he happened to run into his older brother Roland, so the two brothers chatted casually as they went downstairs together for breakfast.

Breakfast at Bluebird Castle was also buffet style.

The variety of dishes far surpassed those at Fluorescent Castle, with dozens of foods to choose from, including several kinds of magic-infused foods.

“Very nice.” Russel did not hesitate to fill his plate with magic-infused foods.

“You’re a person of status now, Russel, mind your image,” Roland chastised upon seeing this, his brow furrowing. “Is the Magic Potion from our estate not enough for your use that you still specifically go for these magic-infused foods outside?”

“I’m not being unmindful of my image,” Russel replied indifferently. “Big brother, I just want to seize every minute and second to become stronger.”

“Can eating these magic-infused foods really make you immediately stronger?”

“At least they can help me refine an extra strand of Battle Qi.”

“Spending a bit more time in meditation could make up for it.”

Russel quickly chewed through the food he had brought to his mouth and took the opportunity to respond, “But if I eat more magic-infused foods and then spend more time in meditation, wouldn’t that help me refine even more Battle Qi? A little bit extra every day adds up to a great leap over time.”

Roland rolled his eyes and remarked sarcastically, “Well, now I’ve seen how a knight with just average talent should cultivate.”

Russel wanted to roll his eyes too.

If the body he inherited had exceptional talent, would he be greedy for these bits of magic-infused foods? Truly, a full man does not understand a hungry man’s plight.

Mel soon came downstairs for breakfast as well. “Good morning, Roland, Russel!”

“Good morning, Mel.”

“Good morning, Cousin Mel.”

“Eat more, Russel,” Cousin Mel quickly grabbed a plate of food and sat next to Russel. “You will be staying here for a month. Make the most of it to build yourself up, I’ll take you to find joy.”

“What joy that doesn’t include me?” Big brother Roland asked; he was three years older than Mel.

But Mel got along better with Russel, who was three years his junior, rather than Roland, with whom he had a more average relationship.

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“There are many joyful things at Tributary River Mouth. If you stay, of course you can join in on the joy.”

“I’ll pass on that then, ” Roland shook his head and soon asked, “Mel, aren’t you going to prepare to head to Red Castle to assist the Grand Duke? He is close to our age, perfect for us to accomplish great things together.”

“Why would I want to assist that kid Kunstan? I’m not going; I’d rather stay at Tributary River Mouth for a lifetime,” Mel snorted.

“Do you have a conflict with the Grand Duke?”

“Isn’t the conflict obvious? He dares to spread rumors about his own mother, Princess Anxia, all to force my grandfather to dissolve the Council of Elders… Anyway, I’m not going to assist that kid. He’s so arrogant; just seeing him annoys me.”

“That’s because the Grand Duke has great ambitions.”

“Well, I wish him good luck in riding a dragon successfully soon, but even with my limited perception, I can tell he will never ride one; he’s just a medicine pot.” Mel said this and patted Russel’s shoulder. “If Russell had his resources, he could unleash his Battle Qi even earlier than him.”

As he was engrossed with his magic-infused food, Russel looked up, swallowed a mouthful of Primordial Beast meat, and replied lightly, “Thank you, I’m flattered.”