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Chapter 477 - 477 476 Marriage This Tomb

Chapter 477: Chapter 476: Marriage, This Tomb Chapter 477: Chapter 476: Marriage, This Tomb King Ares was busy, as a Dragon Knight, after the Torrential Flood Dragon had been ambushed by Frost Giants and Snow Giants.

He had gained another job.

That was to escort the Torrential Flood Dragon and the Shadowflame Dragon between the two countries, riding his Fiery Dragon. He needed to prevent the dragons from being isolated and ambushed again by Frost Giants and Snow Giants, which could result in a situation like that of Quentin III Shadowflame.

The dignified Dragon Knight had actually fallen because he was not riding his dragon; instead, he personally visited the Knight Regiment to offer comfort and then was ambushed by Snow Giant Da.

He died in vexation.

Indeed, it became a huge joke. Of course, for the nobles of the Scorching Torrent Kingdom, it was a big joke, but for the nobles of the Shadowflame Duchy, it was definitely a huge disaster.

Speaking of which.

This was also because for over five thousand years, Snow Giants had only been known for frontal confrontations, leaving a stereotypical impression on humans.

But now, with Frost Giants descending from the skies and beginning to direct Snow Giants towards complex tactics, humans immediately became alert.

“Greetings to His Majesty the King.” Russell, along with Baron Boske, welcomed the arrival of King Ares at the gates of Emerald Fort.

“Sharman tells me you ate humble pie with Yamal?” King Ares asked with a smile.

“It can’t really be considered eating humble pie. I’ve come to understand Baron Yamal’s character, and besides, Baron Yamal didn’t delay anything important,” Russell replied.

“But Yamal has not treated a distinguished guest of mine properly, and that itself is an error,” King Ares said calmly. “I’ve already reproached Yamal. He can forget about spending the year in his lands; he’ll have to fight on the snowfields all year long.”

In a world where the strong rule everything, the words of King Ares are divine decree throughout the entire Scorching Torrent Kingdom.

Yamal, whether guilty or not, could not defy the will of King Ares.

Watching King Ares speak as if discussing a trivial matter, Russell somewhat pitied Baron Yamal; however, at the same time, another emotion quietly surfaced in his heart.

“A true man should be just like this!”

In one’s life, who doesn’t wish to taste the pinnacle of power, Russell also yearned for that sensation where his word is law, as if a divine spirit’s will.

Moreover.

He deeply knew that he would soon experience this taste, waiting for the moment when Little Dream Dragon Volcano erupted.

Banquets, song, and dance.

Russell spent another dazzling night at Emerald Fort and the next day returned to the Shadowflame Duchy with the Shadowflame Dragon, under the guard of King Ares and the Fiery Dragon.

After escorting them to the Fire Ant Swamp, with a roar from the Fiery Dragon, it carried King Ares away silently.

“Leaving aside the promise King Ares made, I actually have quite a bit of respect for this Dragon Knight,” Russell looked back at the direction where the Fiery Dragon disappeared, “Before I had the Shadowflame Dragon sheltering me from the wind and rain, and now I have King Ares to do so…”

“This may well be the legacy of human civilization,” Polly reflected mentally, “The Shadowflame Dragon and King Ares, as predecessors, are supporting a warm shelter for the younger generation… When Little Dream Dragon Volcano erupts, Russell, you will also support a warm shelter for the future generations, shielding them from the wind and rain.”

“Yes, indeed!” Russell smiled freely, “One day, I will also shelter mankind from the wind and rain… This is both the power and the duty of a Dragon Knight!”

He paused.

Then he said mentally, “But I don’t agree with the Tri-Dragon Sacrifice Method; I don’t think this method will necessarily work… The dragon’s protection gave rise to the Warm Age, but now we have to sacrifice dragons to face the crisis…”

“Don’t worry, Russell. The Shadowflame Dragon certainly won’t agree, and you also promised it that you would help reclaim its lost hope,” Polly said.

“Right, why should I worry about this,” Russell chuckled mentally in response, “After the volcano erupts, my Ice Cream might directly become the mightiest dragon, without the need to return to the ancient hope!”

Now the Little Dream Dragon hasn’t erupted yet.

In the Gloomy Dreamland, one could devour Frost Giants and Snow Giants; once the volcano erupted, the full majesty of the Master of Dreamscape would be revealed.

Perhaps a Frost Giant or Snow Giant in each bite, even the legendary Frost Titans could be completely consumed within the dream.

Soon, the Shadowflame Volcano came into view.

The Shadowflame Dragon flew straight into the Shadowflame Volcano, while Russell headed in the direction of Red Castle to hand over his delegation mission.

Gurgling…

Magic Power Dragon Language resounded, “Russell boy, don’t forget to take the Polar Ice Sacred Artifacts; they utterly disgust the Shadowflame when he’s trying to sleep in the volcano.”

“Alright!”

…

“You’re back so soon? I thought you might stay a few more days in the Scorching Torrent Kingdom, maybe attend a few more balls. Why didn’t you dance a little longer there?”

In his small independent castle, Cousin Mel looked at Russell curiously, “I met my Annie at a ball. With your fame and charm, if you were to dance a few times in the Royal Palace of Lieyang, the list of noble and gentle ladies who admire you would surely stretch out the door!”

“I know.” Russell was quite confident, “But I haven’t considered that for the time being.”

He hadn’t even turned nineteen yet.

Now he just wanted to work hard to get stronger; once he became the ruler of a nation, riding a dragon all around the world, what kind of gentle lady wouldn’t he meet?

Why hang himself from a tree now?

“You’re not considering it yet? All I think about is marrying Annie, but alas, the four-year engagement seems an eternity away,” Mel said morosely.

Russell patted Mel’s shoulder, consoling, “Cousin, marriage is a fortress: those inside want out, those outside want in. So, you should cherish your current single life and enjoy your wife-to-be first.”

“What do you know? Marriage is the perfect state of love,” Mel retorted.

“Is that so?” Russell frowned, “How come I’ve heard others say that marriage is the graveyard of love, that when you step into marriage, love dies too?”

“Has someone said that? I don’t know.” Mel shrugged, “But love will die eventually. Having marriage as a grave where the soul can rest in peace is far better than turning into a Snow Ghost, exposed to sunlight and frozen by frost and snow, right?”

Seeing that Mel was dead set on walking the path of marriage with Annie Helichrysum, Russell could only wish him, “Then I wish you happiness.”

Soon.

The conversation turned to the recent delegation mission, and Mel asked, “Russell, how does it feel to travel with a dragon? Do you feel like you’ve become a Dragon Knight?”

“I was merely accompanying it. If that gives the feeling of being a Dragon Knight, then wouldn’t Marquis Arno have reached the peak of knighthood?” Russell replied with a smile. Every time the Torrential Flood Dragon visited the Shadowflame Duchy, it was Marquis Arno who accompanied it.

“Marquis Arno…” Mel hummed disdainfully, “I’ve never seen a Flying Dragon Knight with as big a belly as his.”

The nonstop revelry of Evernight Castle had destroyed Arno’s will.

This Flying Dragon Knight, who could have been a key figure influencing the political landscape of the Shadowflame Duchy, had thoroughly succumbed to the temptations of luxury, alcohol, and sensuality; his days were spent in hedonism, with no concern for the direction the Shadowflame Duchy was heading.

It was only when King Ares visited that he made an effort to put on appearances.

On regular days, he was nowhere to be found.

“That’s a good thing, isn’t it? With Marquis Arno out of the way, grandfather can continue to implement his governing philosophy,” Russell said. “Moreover, without Marquis Arno’s meddling, Chosen Son Kunslai can’t stir up trouble either.”

“That’s true,” Mel said after glancing at Russell, his tone carrying a deeper meaning, “But I’ve always felt that, Russell, among us three Chosen Sons, we’re just for show; the Grand Duke position seems already decided.”