Evil dragon has a warm heart-Chapter 149 - 148 The Heart of a Twenty-Year-Old

Chapter 149: Chapter 148: The Heart of a Twenty-Year-Old

Chapter 149 -148: The Heart of a Twenty-Year-Old

All day long, Russell stayed at Bluebird Castle and then idled around the castle with his cousin Mel.

He even greeted the two dragons, Lord Mercedes and Lord Medikalun.

Lord Mercedes disdainfully ignored Russell, while Lord Medikalun gently snorted at him, which counted as a greeting.

“Ha-ha, Lord Mercedes’s heart is now all shaped like my grandfather’s, and he doesn’t care to bother with anyone else,” Mel laughed. “But Lord Medikalun’s attitude towards you is quite good, what do you say, do you want to become my vassal in the future? I could give Lord Medikalun to you to ride.”

Although the tone was joking, Russell could feel that Mel really meant it.

“You don’t ride him yourself?”

“I ride Lord Mercedes. Let me tell you a secret…” Mel winked at Russell. “When I was very little, my grandfather held me while riding Mercedes. Did you know, Lord Mercedes did not resist me!”

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“Really?” Russell exclaimed in surprise. “When you say ‘ride,’ do you mean that ‘ride’?”

“Of course, I really rode, straddling the dragon’s back! If it had been just being held in my grandfather’s arms, would that still count as riding a dragon? That’s just riding a bipedal flying dragon for a bit!”

“Tsk tsk!”

Russell was truly surprised; such miraculous creatures as bipedal flying dragons would never allow anyone to ride them if there wasn’t a compatible temperament, even if that person was just a baby.

If what Mel said was true, it meant that he was compatible with Lord Mercedes, and he would one hundred percent be able to form a contract in the future.

“So cousin Mel, you’re also a Flying Dragon Knight. My apologies for not recognizing that.”

“Ha-ha, it’s nothing,” Mel said, then sighed again. “Actually, this might not be such a good thing after all. Knowing from a very young age that I could ride a dragon meant I lost the process of pursuing one. It’s boring.”

“You wouldn’t understand the hunger of the poor because you are full.”

“Perhaps. This morning when I saw you devouring magic food just to refine a bit more Battle Qi, I felt very envious. I cannot experience that feeling of striving anymore since I became a Great Knight,” he said.

Russell felt a bit aggrieved, “Are you speaking human language?”

“Ha-ha, let’s not talk about this anymore. Stay here for a few months. I will invite Lord Medikalun to join us, and if you two hit it off, you can come over to Tributary River Mouth and we can fight side by side as brothers.”

“We’ll see,” Russell said noncommittally.

In fact, he didn’t envy his cousin Mel because he had a great dragon, and who knows, maybe he could even start his own country in the future.

Of course, he didn’t reject Mel’s suggestion.

After all, the Little Dream Dragon still needed a lot of time to grow up, and if it needed a hundred or two hundred years to mature, wouldn’t everything else be long over by then?

So if he could ride a bipedal flying dragon earlier, it would certainly greatly strengthen his own power, and he would also be able to gather more resources to help the Little Dream Dragon grow faster.

However, Lord Medikalun was the dowry of Aunt Kuna Shadowflame, and what cousin Mel said didn’t count; Russell didn’t take his words to heart—by the time Mel could make such decisions on his own, it would likely be decades later.

As evening approached.

Russell went to the elf room of Bluebird Castle to visit his mushroom bird Rosy and the six spirit insects.

The elf room in Bluebird Castle was very magnificent. It was located in the sole independent tower, which was situated right next to the castle’s master bedroom and was not far from the Arrow Tower where Lord Mercedes and Lord Medikalun liked to crouch.

In the elf room, Russell met the Great Elf Vivie.

“I remember you, you’re Russell Fluorescent Fungus, and you’re quite good-looking,” said Lady Vivie, surrounded by a multitude of little sprites and mushroom birds.

Russell didn’t count them, but there were definitely no fewer than fifteen.

This was the foundation of one of only two earl families in Shadowflame Grand Duchy, so many elves signifying an abundance of Magic Potions and a large number of knights.

“Yes, you have a good memory, Lady Vivie,” Russell smiled.

A green bird flew out from the group of little sprites and landed on Russell’s shoulder; naturally, it was the Fluorescent Fungus Mushroom Bird Rosy.

“Chirp chirp,” Rosy called out excitedly.

“Having fun?”

“Chirp chirp!” There was no doubt Rosy was very excited.

Lady Vivie tilted her head as she looked at Russell and said, “It’s called Rosy, right? It’s not as cute as you are.”

“Don’t say that, Lady Vivie, you’ll hurt Rosy’s self-esteem.”

“Why? Isn’t that the truth?”

“It’s because it is the truth that it’ll hurt Rosy’s feelings,” Russell said as he stroked Rosy’s feathers.

In fact, Rosy couldn’t understand what they were saying at all. The Little Sprite’s intelligence was somewhat lacking, so its self-esteem wouldn’t be hurt.

“Does telling the truth make you sad?”

“Lady Vivie, you have to remember…”

“Go on, I’m listening.”

“Lies don’t hurt people; it’s the truth that cuts like a swift knife,” Russell said seriously.

A maid who managed the elf rooms behind him snorted with laughter and was immediately glared at by the housekeeper holding keys.

Then the housekeeper turned to Russell and said softly, “Mr. Russell, please don’t teach Lady Vivie bad habits.”

“Sorry, I was just chatting with Lady Vivie.”

Since the housekeeper of the castle didn’t want Russell to say funny things to amuse Lady Vivie, for fear of corrupting her, he decided not to linger any longer. He signaled to Rosy to continue with the party and left the elf room.

As soon as he returned to the castle’s resting area, he saw Baron Roman’s personal servant Louis looking for him: “Mr. Russell, the lord asks that you go to the hall to greet the guests; new visitors have arrived at Bluebird Castle.”

“Which guests?”

“Lord and Lady Fisher.”

“Hmm,” Russell had never heard of Lord Fisher.

Upon reaching the hall, he saw Viscount Mejie and his wife, Baron Roman and his wife, engaging in a casual conversation with an elderly lord.

“Russell, come over here,” Lady Meryl beckoned.

She then introduced Russell, “This is Lord Fisher, the special envoy sent by the Grand Duke, bringing the Grand Duke’s blessings to wish your grandfather a happy birthday.”

“Lord Fisher, hello.”

“Hello, Russell,” Lord Fisher said with a chuckling stroke of his beard, “What a handsome young man. Baron Roman, Lady Meryl, he has inherited the best traits from both sides of his parents. You’re fortunate to have such a son.”

“Thank you for the compliment,” Baron Roman laughed, then said to Russell, “Lord Fisher and your grandfather, as well as your late grandfather, were knights in the same cohort of the Dragon Blood Knights, sharing a deep bond of comradeship.”

Sure enough, before Russell had a chance to have a detailed conversation with Lord Fisher, Count Merlin personally descended the stairs.

And embraced Lord Fisher, patting each other’s backs with great force.

“The Grand Duke really doesn’t consider us old folks, does he? It’s just a birthday, and yet he sent you all this way to wish me well,” said Count Merlin.

“That just shows how much the Grand Duke keeps you in his heart,” Lord Fisher laughed heartily. “Besides, even though we’re old, we’re still vigorous. I, as a Phantom Beast Knight, can hold on for a few more years, not to mention you, a Dragon Knight.”

“Then let’s hold on for a few more years and see who outlasts whom.”

“I definitely won’t outlast you.”

Everyone sat down on the sofas in the living room, and Count Merlin spent time reminiscing with Lord Fisher, quite nostalgic about the past.

However, Russell could see that, while there was indeed a deep camaraderie between the two elderly nobles, the hierarchy of respect and submission was also always present.

This left him feeling somewhat wistful: “Among adults, there is no purely sincere friendship… Sigh, how quickly I’ve aged too; a sixteen-year-old’s body, with the heart of a thirty-year-old…”

At this moment, several pretty maids brought in tea.

One of the maids bent over to place the tea near Russell, and as she straightened up and turned, the outline of her shapely behind was evident beneath her skirt.

At just one glance, Russell felt a surge of warmth: “No, at most a twenty-year-old’s heart… Hormones grant me a burst of youth!”