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Chapter 211 - 211 210 Little Fairy (Added Chapter Requesting

Chapter 211: Chapter 210: Little Fairy (Added Chapter, Requesting Monthly Votes) Chapter 211: Chapter 210: Little Fairy (Added Chapter, Requesting Monthly Votes) In the side hall, three people were riding the clouds, discussing the merits of the Rain Dragon Cigar, naturally taking Grand Duke Kunstan’s word as gospel.

Roland was constantly flattering Grand Duke Kunstan while Russell occasionally offered a compliment, spending most of the time listening on the side.

And carefully observing Grand Duke Kunstan.

Previously, through big brother Roland, he had learned that Grand Duke Kunstan was ambitious; and through his cousin Mel, that Grand Duke Kunstan was a lofty but insubstantial man; adding in some rumors, he suspected that Grand Duke Kunstan’s character was questionable.

However, now that he had made contact, Russell found that Grand Duke Kunstan might be somewhat arrogant, but he was definitely not dumb.

On the contrary, he was very smart.

Through the flattery Russell lavished on the Rain Dragon Cigar, the Duke quickly discerned Russell’s intention, “The Rain Dragon Cigar is a fine thing praised by Count Merlin, Russell, I will accept your annual tribute and use it to entertain my guests.”

“Thank you for your assistance, Your Highness.”

“No problem,” Grand Duke Kunstan said, exhaling a puff of smoke. “Moreover, smoking a cigar is akin to savoring a knight’s entire life, and this idea is pretty amusing too.”

“The most important thing is convenience, no need to fuss over a pipe before every smoke, especially suitable for smoking in the snowfields,” Roland added.

Having smoked the cigar halfway, Grand Duke Kunstan lost interest in small talk and said, “Roland, come to my estate for dinner tonight with Russell, as a welcome for him. Tomorrow you should take Russell for a good tour.”

Roland nodded, “Yes, Your Highness.”

Russell bowed, “Thank you, Your Highness.”

After that, he left the side hall with Roland, handed over the Dew Rain Dragon Cigar to the duke’s servants, and returned to Roland’s residence in the Outer Fort.

“How was it, having seen the Duke, what do you think of him?” Roland asked.

“Very handsome.”

“Besides that?”

“Very smart.”

“Anything else?”

“That’s it.”

“How can that be it?” Roland was somewhat dissatisfied, “Didn’t you feel that the Duke has the demeanor of a wise ruler?”

Russell rolled his eyes, “Big brother, I’ve only met the Duke once, sharing a few puffs of a cigar and chatting for a while, how could I tell whether he has the demeanor of a wise ruler. Besides, the Duke should at least contract a Fantasy Beast before talking about having the demeanor of a wise ruler.”

“What do you know, it seems your discernment isn’t sharp enough. The Duke isn’t unable to contract a Fantasy Beast, he’s just like me, waiting for the chance to ride a dragon.”

“Ride what dragon, a Bipedal Flying Dragon?”

“Of course not, the Duke is set on riding… shh, never mention that name, only speak well if you have to,” Roland explained cautiously. “Speaking its name around the volcanic area might get noticed!”

“I won’t mention it,” Russell nodded. He was well aware of this point; in fact, the reaction of the Little Dream Dragon had given him a hint.

The vicinity of the volcano is the radiation center of the Shadowflame Dragon’s power, clearly everything here was under the control of the Shadowflame Dragon.

Anyone daring to speak ill of the Shadowflame Dragon might find a blaze of Dragonflame descending upon them the very next second.

It’s said that swearing an oath here in the name of the Shadowflame Dragon and breaching it results in swift retribution; sometimes disaster strikes the very next day after breaking the oath. In short, around the volcano, the dragon is akin to a deity.

After chatting for a while, a court servant came to inform them to go to the estate inside the fort to enjoy dinner.

“The Duke dislikes residing in the sleeping quarters, so he built a small estate here to host his guests,” Roland, who was very familiar with the place, led Russell through the twists and turns of the magnificent castle.

They entered a small estate surrounded by walls on all sides.

Flowers blanketed the ground, trees provided shade, making the place a veritable garden within the castle. At the far end of the garden stood a three-story building.

Russell’s Cigar Courtyard was slightly more spacious.

“Roland, Russell,” Grand Duke Kunstan had changed into casual attire and was practicing archery in the courtyard.

Releasing the bowstring, an arrow struck the target with a heavy thud, the entire arrowhead completely buried within.

However, Russell squinted, noticing that it was about a span away from the bullseye; clearly, the Grand Duke’s archery skills needed more practice.

“Russell, can you shoot a bow, give it a try?” Grand Duke Kunstan put down his bow and arrow and inquired.

“Uh, I’m terribly sorry, Your Highness, I haven’t learned archery yet,” Russell shook his head, he hadn’t even fully opened his meridians, where would he find the time to practice archery.

“Didn’t Count Merlin gift you a pair of light snow bows? When you have time, you should still practice with the bow. The earlier you practice, the sooner you become proficient,” Grand Duke Kunstan said casually, but the information revealed made Russell’s heart stir.

Clearly, even after Count Merlin had stepped back, Grand Duke Kunstan was still paying attention to every move.

He had even made it his business to find out the name of the bow gifted to his grandson.

“My talent is mediocre, so I need to spend more time on my Battle Qi cultivation; that’s why I dare not be distracted by archery for now,” Russell explained, “But once I become a Great Knight, I will focus on practicing archery, and strive to become proficient as soon as possible.”

“Roland, your turn,” Grand Duke Kunstan tossed the bow to Roland.

Then he asked, “How far have you progressed in your Battle Qi cultivation? If you’re not talented, you must rely on medicines. A Great Knight made with medicine isn’t worse than one trained without it.”

Russell replied, “The main meridians are fully opened; now I’m working on the branch meridians.”

“Then you’re not far from becoming a Great Knight,” Grand Duke Kunstan nodded.

Having just shot an arrow that hit the bullseye, Roland looked puzzled and asked, “Did I hear you right, Russell? You’ve finished opening your main meridians?”

Since he had left Tributary River Mouth and gone directly to Red Castle, he was unaware of Russell’s treatment of the Blue Crystal Dragon Medikalun.

Russell briefly explained, “… that’s about it. If not for the Origin Dragon’s Breath, I might still be opening the main meridians in my legs.”

Roland grimaced, “Sss! Lord Medikalun actually breathed on you with Origin Dragon’s Breath? What kind of luck is that!”

Even Grand Duke Kunstan took a longer look at Russell.

Then, narrowing his eyes, he asked, “Bestowed with the breath of a Blue Crystal Dragon, Russell, your luck is indeed good, and it might be more than just that. Perhaps, you might even gain the approval of the Blue Crystal Dragon, of course, that’s the Rainflower Family’s dragon.”

“Can’t be serious,” Roland said with a mouthful of sour grapes. He had slavishly courted Ros the Clay Dragon for so many years and still hadn’t received its approval.

Russell had simply been a guest at Tributary River Mouth and received the Blue Crystal Dragon Medikalun’s breath as a gift.

What kind of world was this!

If he weren’t afraid to mention the name of the Shadowflame Dragon, Roland would have gone up to question, “Are your eyes blind, old dragon, can’t you see who the talent is? Why does a useless knight get a chance to ride a dragon when I’m so outstanding, yet the dragon ignores me?”

Grand Duke Kunstan glanced at Roland, who reeked of sourness, then at Russell, who remained composed, and said loudly, “Anyway, if there’s a chance to ride a dragon, you must seize it. I hope that the Grand Duchy’s younger generation will produce more Flying Dragon Knights!”

Having said that,

he walked towards the manor’s small building, “It’s getting late, let’s have dinner first.”

Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice rang out, “Brother, why are you having dinner in the courtyard again, instead of joining Mother and me?”

Russell looked up and saw a slender figure approaching slowly.

A girl about ten years old, with flowing silver hair complementing her white, floral-patterned long dress, which highlighted her fair skin even more. She had amber eyes like Grand Duke Kunstan, paired with a simple golden hair accessory, harmonious and lively.

For a moment, Russell felt bewildered as if he saw a little fairy stepping out of a painting.

(An approximate image of Princess Kunlaya, though she’s a bit younger than this~)