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Chapter 319 - 319 318 That Voice of Father (Additional)

Chapter 319: Chapter 318 That Voice of Father (Additional) Chapter 319: Chapter 318 That Voice of Father (Additional) “To the fallen! To our intimate comrades-in-arms, brothers who shared life and death!” Baron Roman raised his wine glass at the banquet in Fluorescent Castle.

“To the fallen!”

“To the comrades-in-arms!”

“To the brothers!”

The lords, Phantom Beast Knights, and several Great Knights seated around joined in, toasting in response to Baron Roman’s tribute.

Russell, too, lifted his wine glass and, after the toast, drained the grape wine in one gulp.

Although he had not fought with the Knight Regiment, this did not prevent him from empathizing deeply with the toast. Because in these recent months, the Knight Regiment of Glowing Valley had been ceaselessly sweeping the snowfields, achieving brilliant victories at no small cost.

A total of seven knights had fallen.

For a Knight Regiment of less than three hundred, the death of every knight was a massive loss.

This was why Snow Giant Da had learned to cut the ground from under the enemy, hiding the Snow Demons; otherwise, the Knight Regiment would have suffered even greater losses in battles against the Snow Demons.

“Although nominally, these knights had followed my father and fell during the three years of arduous battles. But I know, if it weren’t for the pursuit of more Ice Pellet Pearls, father would never have toiled so hard, to the point of sacrificing the knights,” thought Russell.

If it were merely about conducting arduous battles, not even the arrival of Flying Dragon Knights from Red Castle to supervise would have resulted in Baron Roman’s full commitment.

He could have just gone through the motions, prioritizing the safety of the Knight Regiment above all else, aiming for zero casualties.

“However, after today, with enough Ice Pellet Pearls, the Knight Regiment can afford to go through the motions in battles and strive to minimize casualties for the next two and a half years,” thought Russell.

After the banquet came to an end.

Instead of going home, the knights, drunk to the point of stupor, stayed in Fluorescent Castle.

But Baron Roman, Russell, and elder brother Roland sobered up using their Battle Qi, going into the study together. Instead of having the servants bring tea and water, Lady Meryl came in person to brew tea for the three of them.

Whoosh.

Baron Roman took out a bag of Ice Pellet Pearls and placed it on the table: “This is the harvest of the month. Snow Ghosts are getting harder to find, and there are not as many Ice Pellet Pearls as last month… I would never have imagined that one day, I would lament the scarcity of Snow Ghosts!”

“Thank you, father. This bag of Ice Pellet Pearls should be enough,” said Russell, weighing the bag, which contained at least five hundred pearls.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“That’s good,” Baron Roman smiled, “Then I’ll relax at home for a few days and later take the Knight Regiment to the snowfields for a leisurely trip, without the arduous search for Snow Ghosts.”

“Father, please make sure the compensation for the fallen knights is recorded under my account,” Russell said.

Baron Roman grunted: “Even if you didn’t mention it, I would have recorded it on your account. If it weren’t for your urgency, I wouldn’t have pushed so hard to hunt Snow Ghosts. Although it can be excused as three years of arduous battles, the knights ultimately harbor grievances.”

Elder brother Roland also added, “Russell, after you become a dragon rider, you must also join the Knight Regiment and partake in arduous battles.”

With the mention of “dragon riding”, even though Roland had accepted reality, he still felt his teeth go sour.

Russell nodded: “All right.”

“Let’s have it absorb the Ice Pellet Pearls right here,” said Lady Meryl, “and let us witness what a fully incubated dragon egg looks like… I’ve never imagined that Bipedal Flying Dragons could hatch from eggs.”

Whether born on the Snowfield or at the Volcanic Oasis, Bipedal Flying Dragons always erupted from hot springs.

There never was an egg stage.

Or rather, even if there were dragon eggs, before the eruption of the hot springs, nobody could find them, so much so that no one had ever heard of bipedal flying dragons hatching from dragon eggs.

After all, dragons have no gender, nor do they mate or reproduce.

Purely born and nurtured by nature.

“Alright, Mother.” Russell didn’t hesitate; he immediately took out the Ice Pellet Pearls and started feeding them to the Black Oil Dragon Egg, one by one.

The pure little soul within the Black Oil Dragon Egg jumped for joy once more, and then a streak of white light followed another, swallowing the Ice Pellet Pearls. With each pearl devoured, a faint red light began to rise on the dark red shell of the dragon egg.

When it had swallowed nearly four hundred Ice Pellet Pearls, the Black Oil Dragon Egg stopped its consumption.

The egg, the size of a marble and oval-shaped, had completely turned into a dazzling red gemstone. A feeling of a blood connection emitted from the gem, traveling along the link between hearts and projecting into Russell’s mind.

Then.

He heard a voice as clear as a baby’s coo: “Father…”

This was Black Oil Dragon Ross calling him in his mind, and although it had not yet hatched, its pure little soul had finally taken shape, beginning to possess true intelligence, enabling it to communicate mind-to-mind with Russell, as between dragon and Knight.

“Ross!”

“Father…” Ross responded crisply.

“What’s the matter, Russell?” Lady Meryl, seeing Russell’s surprised expression, couldn’t help but ask curiously.

Russell raised his head, his face bright with a smile, “Mother, it’s Ross calling me. It has awakened its intelligence and can communicate with me normally now. And it called me father, I’m not just a Flying Dragon Knight now, I’m also a Flying Dragon’s father!”

“Really? That’s wonderful!” Lady Meryl exclaimed through her tears of joy.

Baron Roman smacked his lips, feeling both comforted and proud that his son would soon ride a dragon, yet there was also a hint of discontent.

He had toiled and flattered Mr. Ross for so many years, and it was only by taking the blame for Mr. Ross that he had finally gained his approval. But Russell didn’t need to flatter a bipedal flying dragon, and what’s more, he got the dragon to recognize him as its father.

They were both Flying Dragon Knights, but the gap was just too apparent.

As for Roland, at this moment, he was staring at the Black Oil Dragon Egg flickering with red light, almost drooling with anticipation.

“Russell, when do you plan to hatch Ross?” Baron Roman asked, “I can hardly wait to see what a Black Oil Dragon looks like.”

Shadowflame Grand Duchy had never seen the birth of a Black Oil Dragon.

“Can’t rush it, Father.” Russell shook his head with a chuckle, “Ross told me that although it has awakened its intelligence, in order to break free from the eggshell, it still needs to be ‘planted’ in the earth, to ferment for a while.”

“Is that so.”

“That’s how it is.”

“Well then, let’s plant it first,” Baron Roman nodded, “Since you’ve already formed a contract with Ross, it can’t escape. Whenever Ross is ready to emerge with the fountain, just let me and Roland know. We’ll go witness it in person.”

“Alright, Father,” Russell agreed with a nod, “To avoid unnecessary complications, I will go to the plains to plant the dragon tomorrow.”

The location for planting the dragon had already been chosen.

A plain area fifty kilometers east of Glowing Valley.

“Let’s leave it at that, it’s getting late, everyone should go back to sleep,” Baron Roman stated, then taking Lady Meryl’s hand, they left the study.

Roland and Russell, the two brothers, followed suit and left the study.

At the corner of the corridor, they would part ways, one heading to the bedrooms on the west side, and the other to the south side.

As they separated, Roland suddenly clapped Russell on the shoulder, as if he had a thousand words to share but ultimately just offered a faint smile, “Flying Dragon Knight Russell, well done, my brother… Roland is proud of you.”