Evil dragon has a warm heart
Chapter 394 - 394 393 You Have a Kind Heart

Chapter 394: Chapter 393: You Have a Kind Heart Chapter 394: Chapter 393: You Have a Kind Heart Gloomy Dreamland had not descended upon Red Castle, too close still to the Shadowflame Volcano for the Little Dream Dragon to be anything but cautious.

Besides acting as a messenger, the Little Dream Dragon would never reveal the slightest trace.

It was an instinct, unpredictable whether the Shadowflame Dragon, once capturing any hint of the Little Dream Dragon, would resort to methods, but ensuring enough safety was the premise to avoid any possibility of malice.

There were no dragons in his dreams, but Russell’s dreams were no less turbulent.

However, upon waking, they left no trace.

As a Flying Dragon Knight and Dragon Domain Lord, his control over his own body had reached the Transformative Realm, naturally preventing any embarrassing behavior. His body didn’t even need to sweat anymore, any metabolic products would be incinerated to ash by his powerful energy.

It could be said that at this moment, Russell had reached a state of impeccable purity.

“Good morning, Lord Russell,” said the maids as they entered, their pleasant bright smiles always lifting the spirits.

This was Mel’s private little castle.

Russell held no official position, though he was a baron, a rising noble of the Grand Duchy, he did not have a residence at Red Castle—nobles preferred to erect castles and villas near Furious Wind City, where there were more people and more entertainment.

For instance, Marquis Arno Sunfire’s Evernight Castle was just beside Furious Wind City.

“Good morning, ladies,” Russell responded with a smile to the enthusiastic maids, always displaying a gentle attitude towards the lower social strata.

Soon his personal servant Ram entered to help Russell dress.

Not wearing the lavish baronial outfit from yesterday, Russell chose a simpler black knight’s tailcoat. The upper part of this tailcoat was gradually trending towards a suit jacket, while the lower part consisted of high boots and fitted trousers.

Once dressed, Russell’s presence was even more compelling.

After descending the stairs for the buffet breakfast, Charles, Eric, and others arranged to stay had already risen early and finished their meal.

“Good morning, Sir.”

“Sir, good morning.”

“Good morning, Sir.”

Followers and their families greeted Russell one after another.

“Good morning, gentlemen and ladies, did you rest well last night?” Russell approached, and immediately a servant handed him a tray and tongs.

The breakfast buffet had over a dozen dishes, all native, few of which Russell favored.

He still preferred the food at Cigar Courtyard, drawn from the pure tastes of his earthly homeland.

“Sir, my first overnight in Red Castle, hehe, I was so excited I could barely sleep,” Charles said with a smile.

Russell teased, “Then you’re quite enduring.”

Charles was momentarily stunned, then chuckled awkwardly, shifting the topic: “It’s just too hot here, the heat waves from Shadowflame Volcano rolling in, nothing like the climate of Glowing Valley. But, the nighttime scenery of Red Castle is truly beautiful.”

The daytime Red Castle, especially the areas outside the castle, worn buildings, messy layouts, streets all jumbled up, too much of a lived-in feel.

The nighttime Red Castle, under the cover of night, adorned with lights, appeared stunningly beautiful.

After filling his plate, Russell sat down to eat while chatting with his followers: “The task of receiving the sixty-five thousand serfs, I will discuss it later with my cousin, to have him arrange the warm clothes and food for the trip.”

“Need help with something?” Chosen Son Mel, yawning as he descended the stairs, asked, “Baron Thunderflame, perhaps?”

“Cousin, why are you up so late, don’t you have to attend the Council of Elders’ meeting?”

“To celebrate the birth of the new baron, the Council of Elders took a three-day holiday. Didn’t you know that? Oh right, you aren’t yet qualified to attend the Council of Elders meetings.” Mel swiftly picked up some food, sat down with Russell, and slowly enjoyed their breakfast.

“Who will the Minister of Finance choose?” Russell asked. “Do you think I stand a chance?”

Now that Baron Davis had fallen, the newly appointed Baron Daison of Gold was obviously not yet qualified to hold such an important ministerial position.

The remaining candidates were only Baron Gavidas of the Bull Horns and Baron of Blackgarden, Curis Tian Zigao. Neither were Flying Dragon Knights, but merely Phantom Beast Knights, which placed them at a slight disadvantage in terms of strength.

In addition, there were a few Flying Dragon Knights associated with the Red Castle who were eligible to compete.

Mel glanced at Russell and with a slightly more serious tone, said, “If we’re talking about strength and status, you’re definitely qualified enough.”

Baron Thunderflame, Flying Dragon Knight, and Dragon Domain Lord.

These three titles combined would make even Earl Merlin appear inferior, and were more than sufficient for the role of Minister of Finance for the Grand Duchy.

“However,” Mel began, turning the conversation, “your experience is too limited, having governed only a manor at most, which obviously wouldn’t win the approval of the ruling elders. Not to mention them, even I doubt whether you can manage the finances properly.”

“Haha!” Russell laughed indignantly. “Mel, open your eyes wide. Before you stands not only the most powerful man in the Shadowflame Grand Duchy but also a man of unfathomable wisdom, who could become a Grand Scholar at any moment!”

This was true, but Mel did not want to admit it, as it would mean acknowledging a vast gap between him and Russell.

So he feigned an epiphany: “I get it now, you’re that scholar who studied excrement and received an award from the Red Castle!”

Russell corrected: “It’s the Retting Fertilization Skill.”

“I know, I know, it’s the technique where you pile up dung and urine and let it ferment slowly, right? We are also promoting it at the Tributary River Mouth,” Mel said with a laugh. “Scholar Russell, thank you for your contributions to the agriculture industry.”

“You should be thankful,” Russell said, not embarrassed by the Retting Fertilization Skill. “Once this technology is fully applied, it will increase the grain yield of the Shadowflame Grand Duchy by at least thirty percent, supporting a larger population and enhancing national power.”

Russell finished the last bite of food on his plate and concluded, “Even the Shadowflame Dragons should thank me.”

He paused.

Suddenly frowning, he said, “No, not just the Shadowflame Dragons. The Scorching and Torrent Dragons should too. In fact, all the dragons of the Dragon Sleep Continent should thank me… Marquis Arno must have stolen the Retting Fertilization Skill for his kingdom!”

The Retting Fertilization Skill was very simple, with no technical barriers, and as the technology spread across the Shadowflame Grand Duchy and the Scorching Torrent Kingdom, all the nations of the Dragon Sleep Continent would follow suit.

It could be said.

This was Russell’s contribution to the entire Dragon Sleep Continent.

After reflecting for a moment, Mel, setting aside his playful demeanor, said, “I will immediately propose to the Grand Scholar Roundtable to promote you to Grand Scholar. Will that satisfy you?”

“That’s exactly the kind of serious matter the chosen son should be handling,” Russell responded. “And about the serfs Red Castle awarded me, you need to make sure they are properly settled. They are key to my future plans for developing the Blackflame Plains and Leize.”

“Don’t worry, between the two of us, if I don’t help you, who will?” Mel promptly promised.

Of course, such trivial matters were naturally handled by subordinates.

Russell and Mel only needed to speak the words, and after finishing breakfast, they went together to see off the Fluorescent Fungi Family.

“Father, my serfs, the family will need to take charge temporarily,” Russell said to Baron Roman.

“Rest assured,” Baron Roman replied with satisfaction, looking at his younger son. “The family’s caravan has already arrived at You Guang Ji, and I will leave your elder brother there to oversee the phased transport of serfs, ensuring minimal loss of life on the way.”

“Let there be no deaths at all those serfs who are diseased or can’t adapt to the new environment should be settled in You Guang Ji first,” Russell added.

Baron Roman smiled. “You have a compassionate heart, Russell.”