Evil dragon has a warm heart
Chapter 332 - 332 331 Im Late

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Black Oil Dragon Ross flapped its wings, leaving the Warm Enclave.

Just as Russell crossed the border, he felt something through the psychic connection of the contract.

“This feeling… it’s like suddenly losing warmth, even Dragon Breath has slightly receded. Ross, you feel it too, don’t you?” asked Russell.

Ross responded in their minds, “Yes, Father, leaving my Warm Enclave, my strength will return to normal. It’s only when I fight on my Warm Enclave that I can continuously draw strength from the earth to enhance myself.”

The strength of a Bipedal Flying Dragon does not need training, and their bodies do not need to grow, but wisdom and emotion still require refinement.

However, some things, it knows from birth.

“I see,” Russell looked back at the Warm Enclave, knowing that it was not only the home field of Black Oil Dragon Ross but his as well. On this home field, his strength would increase by at least thirty percent, and it would be unending.

Of course.

But just thirty percent. For Russell, it was merely a quantitative, not a qualitative change. Especially for him, swordsmanship was enough to compensate for this decrease in strength. No matter where he went, he was an unbeatable Flying Dragon Knight.

“Besides, Ross’s size is really big!”

Russell had come into close contact with many Bipedal Flying Dragons and had even operated on Blue Crystal Dragon Medica Loren, so he was very familiar with their size.

Ross was at least twice the length of Medica Loren.

Medica Loren was only eight meters long, which meant that Ross was the maximum size for a Bipedal Flying Dragon—fifteen meters long.

The official record for the Bipedal Flying Dragons stated lengths ranging from five to fifteen meters, wingspans from ten to forty-five meters, body weight from one to ten tons, and lifespans from three hundred to five hundred years.

“Shadowflame Dragon has been pretty generous, not only letting me choose Ross’s attributes but also gave him a top-notch physique,” Russell quietly praised Shadowflame Dragon,

Although Shadowflame Dragon had given him a malnourished Bipedal Flying Dragon egg, it was merely a nutritional issue—Ross’s foundation was definitely the best.

“Size might be unrelated to strength, but it’s so impressive!”

There is a difference between riding out on a five-meter dwarf dragon and a fifteen-meter robust dragon—the presence is incomparable.

Even if Ross was totally pitch black, it would still be the center of attention wherever it went.

“The Bismuth Dragon of Baron Geweidasi’s family, I’ve seen it; it’s at most ten meters long, a bit smaller than Ross. It will pale in comparison to my Ross!”

Thinking of this, he had no more qualms about the thirty percent reduction in strength after leaving the Warm Enclave.

“Moreover, I am a Second-layer High-ranking Mythical Beast Knight, and my strength is greater.” Russell looked to the north, silently pondering, “Even more so, Sir is a Third-layer High-ranking Mythical Beast Knight. For him, a thirty percent reduction is insignificant.”

And Baron Bullhorn Gewidas Baimaigen isn’t even a Flying Dragon Knight.

His territory, Populus Gobi, boasted only a single Bismuth Dragon.

Therefore, he couldn’t help but express the same confidence as his father and brother: “Two to one, the advantage is mine! The trip is sure to cause an uproar in the world!”

…

A few days later, at Fort Poplar, in the study,

Father and son, Baron Geweidasi Bainroot and Grungo Bainroot, sat opposite Baron Roman Youguangxun and Roland Youguangjun.

There was no tea on the table, only four glasses of red wine.

“Geweidasi, I come in person today to discuss an alliance through marriage. Won’t you reconsider your decision?” Roman Baron downed a glass of red wine with a frustrated expression.

He protested, “Our two families, Populus Gobi and Glowing Valley, have been on good terms for generations, we served together in the Dragon Blood Knights, and our children, Grungo and Roland, also served in the Dragon Blood Knights together!”

“Roman, there’s no need to continue,” Baron Geweidasi waved his hand, “I understand all that you say. Although Roland has a bit of a frivolous flaw, he is still a good kid… ”

“Then you agree to him and Gwyn!”

“Roman, do you really not understand why I have to make this choice?” Baron Geweidasi said angrily.

Roman Baron stood his ground: “Of course, I understand. Grungo marries the granddaughter of Kunbiff which makes you a relative to Chosen Son Kunslai. But letting Gwyn marry Roland would similarly make you a relative to Chosen Son Mel. Why wouldn’t you want that?”

“Why bother, Roman? A battle for the Chosen Son’s position will inevitably lead to a falling out, why seek trouble now?”

“Are you so certain that Kunslai will be elected as the Grand Duke?”

“Is there a better candidate than Kunslai?” Geweidasi Baron retorted, “Chosen Son Augustus is just a contender. In the end, it will be between Kunslai and Mel. But Roman, you must understand, Mel could not possibly be elected Grand Duke!”

Roman Baron held back his anger and asked, “Why not?”

“Because Earl Merlin failed to protect Grand Duke Kunstan, he should be a criminal of the Grand Duchy but instead his grandson is openly contesting for the Grand Duke!”

“You!”

“Am I not right?” sneered Geweidasi Baron, “Who knows what Earl Merlin is hiding? He’s the Chief Executive, and although no one dares to question him, it doesn’t mean no one has doubts!”

“Impossible!” Roland exclaimed, “Uncle Geweidasi, please trust my grandfather’s character!”

“Who knows, Roland,” said Grungo, “We younger ones should listen to what our elders have to say.”

Baron Roman stretched out his hand, patted Roland’s shoulder, and said calmly, “Gevedas, I guarantee on my honor as a Flying Dragon Knight that Earl Merlin is wholly devoted to the Grand Duchy, with no ulterior motives. On the contrary, the Kunslai you support is likely a puppet of the kingdom.”

“You are the son-in-law of Earl Merlin. I won’t argue with you… There’s no one around here, and I won’t speak in platitudes. Baron Kunbifu did indeed make a private agreement with Marquis Arno. Kunslai is certain to ascend as the new Grand Duke.”

“Afraid that if he does win, it won’t be the position of the Grand Duke he’s taking, but that of a Duke.”

“What of it? In the end, the Shadowflame Grand Duchy will find peace, and the Shadowflame Dragon will have a long rest… Compared to what we gain, the price we pay is merely a blemish on a title.”

“You’re being too naive.”

“You’re the one complicating things. The Shadowflame Dragon has given up all hope, so why cling to the Grand Ducal seat?” said Baron Gevedas, laughing slightly, sensing that his words had touched the soul of Baron Roman.

After a pause, he spoke loudly, “Roman, it’s not impossible for Roland to marry Gwyn. You just need to do one thing.”

“Speak.”

“Stand with the Chosen Son Kunslai, and we’ll be family!” Baron Gevedas said. “True, you are the son-in-law of Earl Merlin, but don’t forget, you lost your position as Finance Minister because Earl Merlin insisted on pursuing the matter.”

“Enough!” Baron Roman snorted coldly. “Put away your petty schemes. For the sake of Drella, you’re going to lose the friendship of the entire Glowing Valley.”

Having said that.

Baron Roman stood up straight away and said indifferently to Roland, “Staying longer serves no purpose. Let’s go. Gwyn is a nice girl, pity she’s burdened by a disgraceful family.”

Although Roland was reluctant, he still gritted his teeth and followed Baron Roman out of the study, then left Fort Poplar without looking back.

“Chirp chirp!”

Ros the Clay Dragon, perched atop the tower, quickly flew down to the grass in front of the castle gate.

Baron Roman mounted Ros, looked back at Baron Gevedas who had stepped outside the gate, and took a deep breath, “One last question, Gevedas. Do you really want to lose my friendship and that of the entire Glowing Valley?”

In response to Baron Roman’s anger, Ros turned his head and, facing in the direction of Baron Gevedas, opened his dragon mouth and spewed out a stream of scorching dragon breath.

The message of intimidation was unmistakeable.

Baron Gevedas furrowed his brow and snorted coldly, “Roman, you may be a Flying Dragon Knight, but that doesn’t mean I will bow to you! My Populus Gobi has stood for hundreds of years. It’s you who should regret losing my friendship, not making such grandiloquent claims here!”

Along with Baron Gevedas’s roar of anger.

The Bismuth Dragon perched atop the tower also surged down, then aimed at Baron Roman’s direction and spewed out a jet of searing dragon breath.

The two streams of dragon breath ignited in the air, tensing the atmosphere like drawn swords.

One was a Flying Dragon Knight, the other had home advantage. Between them, the odds were even, with neither able to best the other.

Roland, Grungo, Mrs. Joanna, Gwyn, and Glontan, were utterly unable to involve themselves in the dispute among the dragon knights. They could only watch anxiously from the sidelines, hoping that Baron Roman and Baron Gevedas wouldn’t come to blows.

The air itself seemed scorched, ready to ignite at any moment.

At this time, a powerful dragon roar suddenly came from the edge of the sky, “Roar!”

A black silhouette dove at incredible speed, quickly revealing the outline of a bipedal flying dragon.

Whoosh!

The tense atmosphere was utterly shattered by the powerful presence of this suddenly intruding bipedal flying dragon.

Wings whipping up a gale, the bipedal flying dragon landed on the lawn in front of the gates of Fort Poplar.

Its enormous size dwarfed both Ros the Clay Dragon and the Bismuth Dragon by an entire size.

Before anyone could get a clear look, a melodious voice came from the back of the dark and massive bipedal flying dragon, “Father, big brother, Russell Fluorescent Fungus is a step late. I hope I haven’t delayed a significant event in my brother’s life.”

The dark bipedal flying dragon bowed its head, revealing the young knight on its back with his light golden hair and charming smile, extraordinarily dazzling in the sunlight.

The person was none other than Russell Yingguangjun, who had ridden hard for a day and a night to arrive.

With the imposing presence of the Black Oil Dragon and the handsome, young knight, a naturally magnificent tableau formed, etching itself in everyone’s hearts at that moment.

Baron Roman couldn’t help but reveal an increasingly derisive smile upon seeing Russell.

Big Brother Roland was nearly moved to tears, and then he gazed intently at Gwyn across from him, unwilling to look away.

Ros the Clay Dragon’s pupils instantly shrank to slits, his gaze unfriendly as he watched Rossay.

The Bismuth Dragon’s claws dug anxiously into the earth, its vertical pupils filled with dread at the sight of Rossay.

Baron Gevedas was stunned, his mouth agape, unable to believe what he was seeing. His wife, Mrs. Joanna, and his eldest son Grungo wore the same expression.

His daughter Gwyn covered her mouth in astonishment, then sensing Roland’s gaze, bashfully met his eyes for a moment before shyly looking away.

As for Glontan, Gevedas’s younger son, he felt an itch in his knees, hardly able to resist the impulse to kneel in the direction of Russell.

Knowing his father was beside him, he managed to stifle the itch.

But his heart pounded, his admiration for Russell transforming into worship at that moment—for a family’s second son to ride a dragon, Russell was destined to become the idol of all second sons and minor noble knights!

“So so so so so… Big Brother Russell is so cool!”