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Chapter 461: Chapter 460: Listening to Gloomy Dreamland (Extra Update, Request for Monthly Votes) Chapter 461: Chapter 460: Listening to Gloomy Dreamland (Extra Update, Request for Monthly Votes) The Dream Family, filled with enthusiasm, seemed to be having a stroke of incredible luck.

They had just entered the snowfield when they encountered a group of Snow Ghosts emitting a bluish glow, surrounding a Snow Demon radiating deep blue light.

“Ga!”

The Little Dream Dragon opened its mouth wide, and in an instant, both the Ice Pellet Pearls and the Ice Soul Pearls were stripped from the Snow Ghosts and the Snow Demon. Spinning, they flew into the Little Dream Dragon’s mouth. It didn’t even chew before swallowing them dry.

Then it smacked its lips and tilted its head sideways.

“What’s the matter, Ice Cream?” Russell asked when he noticed something was off.

“Ga.” The Little Dream Dragon turned its head back and gestured with its short forelimbs towards where the Snow Ghosts and Snow Demon had been.

Then it shook its head and spread its claws, wearing a sleepy expression.

Russell instantly grasped the meaning.

He and the Little Dream Dragon had gradually developed a telepathic understanding, vaguely sensing each other’s feelings, “Are you saying that the Ice Pellet Pearls and Ice Soul Pearls don’t have much taste anymore… which means you no longer care for the Ice Soul Pearls?”

“Ga.” The Little Dream Dragon nodded, then yawned indifferently.

“Oh… your tastes are getting pickier, huh?” Russell laughed, amused by the Little Dream Dragon’s increasingly choosy behavior. “You no longer care for Ice Pellet Pearls or Ice Soul Pearls; only the Frost Star can satisfy you now?”

The Little Dream Dragon immediately nodded, almost drooling, “Ga!”

“Enough, let’s go home,” Russell said, slapping the Little Dream Dragon on its head. “I see now that all dragons are greedy and lazy creatures… No wonder the Shadowflame Dragon never hunts Snow Demons personally.”

With human servants at their beck and call, Shadowflame Dragons disdain hunting Snow Demons or Snow Ghosts—too much effort for too little reward. They’d rather sleep in the Shadowflame Volcano.

The Little Dream Dragon was gradually adopting the ways of the Shadowflame Dragon.

It didn’t bother with Ice Soul Pearls or Ice Pellet Pearls, only dreaming of Frost Stars from Snow Giants or Frost Giants.

“Ga!” The Little Dream Dragon didn’t want to go home.

It then pointed in a direction, making noises insistently, indicating it wanted to go there.

Russell glanced at the indicated direction and nodded, “The Heibo Mountains, huh? Alright, let’s go to the Heibo Mountains and look around. If Shuang Da hasn’t learned its lesson and is still recuperating there, we’ll catch it off guard!”

Unfortunately.

They raced all the way to the Heibo Mountains and searched tirelessly, but couldn’t find any trace of Shuang Da.

“The last time Shuang Da appeared, it was with new Frost Giants and Snow Giants, ambushing the Torrential Flood Dragon in the snowfields between two countries… It’s unlikely Shuang Da would return to the Heibo Mountains, alas!”

Unable to indulge in its coveted Frost Star, the Little Dream Dragon grumbled and logged off in frustration.

Early the next morning.

Russell woke up comfortably in the big bed at Cigar Castle, the Little Dream Dragon had grown up and was no longer fearful of the Torrent Scale Tower’s prying eyes, removing the thorn of “Why should others sleep beside my couch” from his heart.

His peace of mind was restored.

“Good morning, master,” Head Maid Leona, leading a group of maids, had been waiting outside the room early, “Praise the dragons, and likewise praise the master, may the master be accompanied by pleasant dreams every day of the new year.”

Empowered by the assurance of the housekeeper, Leona became even more poised and confident.

The group of maids behind her had changed, all trained at Fluorescent Castle, a marked improvement in quality.

Of course, Russell had not mistreated the original maids; they were reassigned to suitable positions, with promotions and significant pay raises.

“Good morning, ladies,” Russell said with a slight smile.

Personal servant Ram followed in: “Praise the dragons, praise the master, wishing the master a happy Dragon Birth Festival!”

“Happy Dragon Birth Festival to you as well,” Russell replied, and with Ram’s assistance, he put on a brand-new baronial suit.

Clothes make the man, just as a saddle makes the horse.

Russell, already extraordinarily handsome, put on his baron’s attire and his presence fully ignited, dazzling as if he were glowing.

“My lord, your noble aura is too intense for us servants to look directly at,” said Butler Morris, who had also appeared at the door.

“Morris, flattery doesn’t suit you,” Russell said.

“Ah?”

“Your words are too straightforward, and they lack freshness,” Russell teased as he descended the stairs, “Of course, if you were to add, ‘These are my heartfelt sentiments,’ I might just accept it.”

Butler Morris was momentarily taken aback, “Then, my lord, is it too late for me to add that now?”

Russell, without turning back, said, “Don’t ask, just do it.”

“Yes, my lord, I truly feel from the bottom of my heart that the radiance you emit is even more dazzling than that of the Dragon Knights!” Butler Morris struggled to find his words, “On the Dragon Birth Festival, we praise the dragons, but it is even more so in your praise, my lord.”

“Wow, that’s fast improvement, Morris!” Russell laughed heartily, “Alright, let’s dispense with the formalities between you and me… and have a happy Dragon Birth Festival, Morris. Also, after I leave, go ahead and give the servants a holiday.”

“As you wish,” Butler Morris bowed.

After breakfast, Russell wasn’t in a hurry to leave. Instead, he went over to the Dragon Coiling Pillar next door to join the Black Oil Dragon Ross, overlooking his Blackflame Plains.

A winter snow had already fallen.

The cold winds of the ice age had pushed the temperature of the Warm Enclave below zero, so the previous snow had not melted, faintly revealing the black-and-white colors of the distant land.

“Fortunately, the bamboo forest adds a touch, not making it look bleak,” Russell looked down at his feet.

To the north of Cigar Castle was a birch forest that grew rapidly. Planted only two years ago, it had already formed a thick grove; by the Warm Season, it could be transplanted with Fluorescent Mushroom Cordyceps for cultivating Fluorescent Mushroom Magic Potion.

To the west was a bamboo forest, the only touch of lush greenery in the ice age.

To the east was an oak forest.

“The oaks have grown too, and I even specially had some old oaks transplanted from other places… I wonder if the Fairy Saiban still remembers its words, wishing to live in the oak forest,”

Ever since Russell had plucked a lucky four-leaf clover from Fairy Saiban, the fairy had hidden itself.

And hadn’t appeared since.

“Last night, Quiet Dreamland descended, and I was only busy bringing Little Dream Dragon and Laulopolos in, I forgot to walk around the oak forest.” Russell’s interest suddenly piqued, he stepped through the void back to the castle, and grabbed some Ice Pellets.

Then he went straight to the eastern oak forest.

The oak forest was filled with sparse young oak saplings, but despite their small size, they spread out endlessly, covering at least ten thousand acres. Russell planned to continue expanding it to at least two hundred thousand acres.

Fairy Saiban had been kind to him, so he had to ensure it would be comfortable.

Only in this way would it be convenient to further extract value from Fairy Saiban in the future.

There were about thirty oaks around twenty meters tall in the oak forest, all specially transplanted by Russell for Fairy Saiban. After all, when he met Fairy Saiban, it resided in the tallest snow fir trees.

The house wasn’t large, and Fairy Saiban might not be willing to come.

Holding two Ice Pellets, Russell’s mind stirred and the M-shaped mark in his palm ignited, consuming the Ice Pellets completely.

The next moment,

Russell’s vision transformed as the Ethereal Dream Gaze Skill activated, and everything around him changed into the scenery of Quiet Dreamland.

But the change wasn’t just in his vision.

In Russell’s ears also began to echo the special rhythm of magic coming to life, the sound of magic power blooming.

It was also the new skill bestowed to him by Little Dream Dragon—Listening to Quiet Dreamland.