Evil dragon has a warm heart-Chapter 168 - 167 A Sermon from the Old Mother

Chapter 168: Chapter 167 A Sermon from the Old Mother

Chapter 168 -167 A Sermon from the Old Mother

Roland returned to Bluebird Castle in the evening, trailing behind the knight regiment, with a look of utter dejection.

He was indeed unharmed, yet his clothes bore obvious signs of being tugged and his hair was a complete mess, clearly having gone through an embarrassing ordeal.

“Father, Mother!”

Upon seeing Baron Romand and his wife, who had come to greet him, Roland felt so ashamed that he wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

Lady Meryl looked at Roland with disappointment, while Baron Roman simply patted Roland’s shoulder lightly, “It’s good that you’re back, don’t think too much about it. First, go take a bath, tidy up, and then come for dinner.”

“Yes, Father,” Roland said, his spirit deflated as he left the hall in low spirits.

However, during dinner, no one mentioned Roland’s issues. Everyone tacitly avoided the topic and finished the meal in a normal atmosphere.

After dinner was over, the family chatted merrily for an hour or two before retiring to rest separately.

“Roland, Russell, come here,” summoned Lady Meryl.

“Mother,” they responded.

“Mother, what is it?”

Once in the room, Baron Romand was engrossed in a large tome, flipping through the pages quickly. Lady Meryl then signaled Roland and Russell to sit before she turned a stern gaze upon Roland, making him squirm under her scrutiny.

“Mother, just say what you want to say,” Roland said bluntly, “I’m in the wrong on this, and I will take responsibility.”

“What responsibility? To marry that whore?” Lady Meryl asked coldly.

“How could I? I…I’ll give her some money to make her go away,” Roland said.

“Is that your solution?”

“I’ve already asked. Grandfather has extended the succession right of Pine Forest Manor for five years. When the time comes, I’ll pay whatever amount that converts to,” Roland finished, then added angrily, “As for later, I will naturally settle accounts with Carpenter!”

“Enough!”

Lady Meryl scolded sharply, “Roland, you’ve truly disappointed me, not just with your increasingly reckless behavior, but also with the way you handle things!”

“Mother, I…”

“Silence, listen to me,” Lady Meryl was clearly holding back her anger, now ready to unleash it, “I taught you from a young age to be upright, kind, and resolute, but you’ve failed to be any of those things!”

The atmosphere in the room was tense; besides Lady Meryl, no one dared to breathe too loudly.

Baron Roman had stopped flipping the pages of his book long ago; something within the hefty volume seemed to have deeply captured his attention.

Roland was stubborn, clearly not agreeable to Lady Meryl’s assessment of him.

As for Russell.

Holding a cup of tea, he seemed completely uninvolved, casually sipping his soup and enjoying watching Roland’s expressions.

In his memory, Roland had rarely been scolded by their mother since childhood, and even less so once he became an adult and joined the Dragon Blood Knights. Today’s scolding was a rare occurrence, and he wanted to savor it.

“What, feeling indignant, are you?”

“Where did I lack in being upright, kind, or resolute…” Roland argued back.

“Would an upright person easily end up in the bed of a widow?” Even in her fury, Lady Meryl remained coherent, “Would a kind person think of taking revenge on a twelve-year-old boy? And a resolute person would not shrink back after committing a misdeed!”

“I…” Roland had no response.

Russell could not help but snicker inside; if he had a camera, he really wished he could have captured this moment of Roland’s expression to enjoy later.

Unexpectedly, Lady Meryl suddenly turned her severe gaze toward Russell, “And you, Russell, you should take today’s disgraceful incident to heart as well! Within our family’s territory, you may behave wildly, but on someone else’s land, you had better restrain yourselves!”

“No way, Mother,” Russell muttered under his breath. “I didn’t do anything wrong; why should I get scolded too?”

“It’s for you to learn a lesson!”

“Understood, Mother.”

Russell acknowledged his fault, though he considered himself mentally mature, a thirty-year-old man.

But faced with the full force of Lady Meryl’s authority, he couldn’t help feeling that even taking a breath would cause him to tremble.

So, he followed Baron Romand’s example and chose silence as gold.

For a time, the room was filled only with Lady Meryl’s stern voice, not very loud, giving a long and earnest lecture.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the lecture showed no signs of stopping.

Russell glanced at Roland, who also happened to look his way. The brief exchange of glances no longer held any schadenfreude for Roland’s predicament, only mutual commiseration as brothers in adversity, both sorrowful and downcast.

Immediately afterward, the two brothers again shared a tacit understanding, stealing glances at Baron Roman.

Baron Roman seemed to sense something and quietly tilted his head, seeing both of his sons staring at him with eager eyes.

By rights,

this was the time when he, their father, should have appeared on the scene, assuming a glorious and imposing stance to rescue his sons from their torment.

However, no sooner had this thought crossed Baron Roman’s mind than Lady Meryl asked him, ‘Roman, do you have anything to add?’

‘No, these two lads do need a good education. Carry on,’ Baron Roman immediately assumed an unconcerned attitude, and while answering, he also sent his sons a complex look.

That look contained both helpless sympathy and an admonition to endure the moment for the sake of a peaceful future.

Time passed once again.

Finally, Lady Meryl said slowly, ‘Alright, I hope you both remember today’s lesson and think it over when you return… That’s enough, it’s getting late. Off to bed with you both; we have to set off early tomorrow.’

It was like a voice from heaven.

Roland, dragging Russell along, made a quick farewell to Baron Roman and his wife, and then fled the room as if escaping, quickly reaching the corner of the corridor.

‘Phew,’ Roland let out a long breath.

Russell twisted his stiff neck and also sighed in relief, not expecting their usually dignified, virtuous, and kind mother to have such a side.

The brothers looked at each other, and a thousand words were exchanged in their silent communication.

Then,

Roland hugged Russell. ‘Good night, Russell.’

‘Goodnight, big brother.’

…

In his room, with the light on, Russell played with the Snow Demon Crystal in his hand; the deep blue stone was not transparent.

This meant that it was neither like a gemstone nor like an Ice Pellet Pearl or Ice Soul Pearl.

‘I wonder if Ice Cream would eat it…’

Reflecting on the day’s events, Russell felt it all seemed surreal. He had performed surgery on a Bipedal Flying Dragon, received the gift of Origin Dragon’s Breath, and overnight, he had connected seven sets of main meridians, even mastering the Battle Qi Sword Glow.

Such lucky encounters in life were truly unpredictable.

‘More of such good fortunes, the better!’ Russell fell in love with the joy of finding shortcuts because if one could take shortcuts, who would choose the pain of grueling cultivation?

‘Moreover,’

‘Lord Medikalun must have taken a liking to me. Once I’m promoted to Great Knight, perhaps I’ll even get to ride him!’

For a Knight to ride a dragon, the dragon’s approval was essential.

This approval was not greatly related to strength, as even a Third-layer High-ranking Mythical Beast Knight like Baron Roman hadn’t received Mr. Ross’s nod of approval. This acknowledgment involved many factors, subjectively assessed by the dragon itself.

A Knight’s strength, character, appearance, and even hair color might affect the Bipedal Flying Dragon’s approval.

Russell believed that, given the current circumstances, the chances of Lord Medikalun approving him were very high.

‘If he didn’t approve of me, he wouldn’t have bestowed the Origin Dragon’s Breath on me… but in the end, Lord Medikalun is a dragon of the Rainflower Family, or more precisely, my aunt’s dowry… unless I’m really willing to become a vassal at Tributary River Mouth…’

Russell’s true desire was not to be a vassal for anyone other than his current father.

After all, they shared a father-son relationship and blood ties.

Beyond that, even serving his big brother Roland as a vassal was not to his liking, let alone being a vassal to his cousin Mel.

‘If I didn’t have the Little Dream Dragon as my ace, it might be worth considering… If Mel is willing to let me ride a dragon and even bestow upon me the title of Baron… Grandfather is an Earl, and by theory, an Earl can create Barons… Forget it, since I have the Little Dream Dragon as my ace, why bother dwelling on a life without one!’

In his previous life, Russell was an ordinary person.

Now blessed with an ace up his sleeve in this life, he didn’t want to be just another average Joe.

‘A true man should bravely ride dragons, not only Bipedal Flying Dragons but also Great Dragons, and carve out a kingdom of his own!’

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‘To sleep!’

‘In dreams, anything is possible… Ice Cream, look what tasty treat I’ve brought for you, a Snow Demon Crystal!’

With these thoughts, Russell gradually drifted off to sleep.

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