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Chapter 504 - 504 502 The Pattern is Too Small

Chapter 504: Chapter 502: The Pattern is Too Small Chapter 504: Chapter 502: The Pattern is Too Small “You might not believe this, but I never had any hopes of riding a Shadowflame Dragon, and I’m not interested in the position of Grand Duke either,” Russell told his cousin Mel who had come to visit, speaking candidly.

It was indeed the truth. With Little Dream Dragon by his side, he naturally had no expectations for a Shadowflame Dragon. As for the Grand Duke’s title, he really wasn’t interested because his goal from the beginning had been to found a new country.

“You’re not even interested in becoming the Grand Duke, Russell, do you want to ascend to the heavens?” Mel was scoffing in disbelief. “Or are you planning to take King Ares’ place, go to the Scorching Torrent Kingdom to marry a princess, and vie for the role of heir?”

“How could that be.”

“Indeed, it’s unlikely. Not to mention that King Ares has many direct descendants, even if we pass away, he might still be alive and well,” Mel said.

Pausing for a moment, he continued enviously, “Our kingdom’s record is held by Archduke Quentin II, who lived to the grand age of one hundred and ninety-four. But in the Scorching Torrent Kingdom, there’s a record of a Dragon Knight who lived for a staggering two hundred and forty-six years!”

If one considers twenty-plus years as a generation, this Dragon Knight had seen off ten generations of people before departing himself!

“We, too, should aim to emulate such a Dragon Knight!” exclaimed Russell.

Although he was only nineteen this year, that didn’t prevent him from fantasizing about longevity. Life was so wonderful; how could he bear to leave this world so soon.

Moreover, with the constitution of a Dragon Knight and the enhancement provided by Dragonflame, one could constantly maintain peak condition, never feeling the drawbacks of aging.

In other words, becoming a Dragon Knight meant one could stay young and healthy for a century or two!

“Without riding a Shadowflame Dragon, you won’t have a chance to emulate that Dragon Knight,” Mel raised an eyebrow.

Russell chuckled and didn’t take up that thread of conversation.

Instead, he changed the subject, “Cousin, it’s not often you visit my domain. Let me show you around and introduce you to the new sights.”

“Sure!” Mel nodded, “But first, I want to visit Wuyao Snake Manor to see the place where you began your rise.”

“No problem, let’s go.”

The Tieyu Grey Crane Mola was swift, and in a blink, they had flown to Wuyao Snake Manor, which was bustling with activity at the time.

With the arrival of the Warm Season, migration was already underway.

The serfs were moving their belongings into wagons, everything except the walls and roof of their homes, ready to take them to Blackflame Plains.

Cigar Courtyard had already completed the migration, and during the icy period, Butler Morris had led the servants to settle in Cigar Castle.

At that moment, a group of serfs were busy in the pond in front of the gates of Cigar Courtyard.

“Master!” The tall, thin young man in charge of directing the serfs came running over and knelt before Russell.

He was Rib Jimmy, the clam harvester from Cigar Courtyard.

“Rib Jimmy, what are you doing?” Russell hadn’t inquired about the estate’s affairs for quite some time.

“To answer master’s question, we’re harvesting clam seeds,” replied Rib Jimmy with a sycophantic smile. “Chancellor of Records Fulente has assigned us the task of ensuring every pearl clam in the pond is harvested without leaving a single one behind.”

Fulente had become the Chancellor of Records at Wuyao Snake Manor last year and was one of Russell’s followers who was an Armed Knight.

“Pearl clams?” Mel asked curiously, “What do you mean? Can these clams produce pearls? Have you managed to farm them on a large scale? No way, the legend says only those clams looked upon by a dragon can bear pearls, right?”

“It seems you haven’t kept up with my affairs well enough,” Russell laughed. “The gifts I’ve given out in noble society over the past year were cigars for knights and pearls for noblewomen and young ladies, naturally produced by my own estate.”

He then briefly explained the principle behind pearl farming.

Russell continued, “Currently, the domain can cultivate two types of pearls, the golden pearls cultivated with clay particles and the white pearls cultivated with shell fragments. The effects are quite similar, although the golden pearls have an added effect of calming the mind.”

“Impressive, no wonder you became a Grand Scholar.” Mel gave a thumbs-up.

Rib Jimmy kept busy with the serfs, scooping up all the river clams from the pond, then draining the water, and even backfilling the pond with soil afterwards to prevent any seeds from spreading.

After all, these river clams were the descendants of pearl clams.

However, upon learning of the plan, Russell stopped the serfs’ work: “Just take the river clams, no need to backfill the pond.”

“Master, if we don’t backfill it, the precious clams will grow back,” Rib Jimmy said in a troubled tone.

“If they grow back, so be it, consider it Knight Commander Kendall’s good fortune,” Russell waved his hand, not minding the leak of technology, as he now viewed things from a higher perspective and prioritized the dissemination of technology.

Instead of using technology to monopolize and make money.

After all, these small industries could never compare with the earnings from Rain Dragon Cigar — the trade from Rain Dragon Cigar alone was enough to sustain the production and construction of his domain.

After sending Rib Jimmy away,

Russell said to Mel, “There are three rivers on Blackfire Plains, and I have already got the scholars from the Blackfire Tower of Scholars to follow up on pearl cultivation, planning to spread the cultivation of golden pearls in Xiangshui River and white pearls in Red Water River.”

Then he added, “Cousin, if you’re interested, you can take a set of technical materials and go back to Tributary River Mouth to cultivate pearls.”

“This is a specialty of your domain; are you sure you want to share it?”

“What’s there to hold back? I will soon have Blackfire Tower of Scholars organize this technology and then promote it throughout the nation.”

“Hm, indeed,” Mel’s eyes rolled, “Although you say you’re not interested in becoming the Grand Duke, you’re already doing some things in the style of a Grand Duke.”

Russell shook his head and said with a sigh, “That’s thinking too small, too narrow a view.”

“Hmm?”

“I am thinking from the height of all humanity, seeking development,” Russell said with hands behind his back, his demeanor caring and compassionate, “Whether it’s retting fertilization skill or pearl cultivation, ultimately, it’s all for the sake of promoting a more prosperous human habitat.”

Mel was taken aback.

Then he put up his thumb, “Brilliant, truly brilliant!”

He then said with admiration, “Could it be that all Dragon Knights have transcended the concept of nations? King Ares behaves as a leader of humanity everywhere, and I find that you, Russell, also possess a trace of King Ares’s grandeur!”

“Are you praising me, or are you mocking me?”

“Of course, I’m praising you, sincerely and truly. In terms of vision, I am far from your equal,” Mel said earnestly.

Russell spread his hands, “Maybe it’s because dragons fly high, and standing on a dragon’s head, we can see farther, even seeing crises that ordinary people cannot see. Because of this, we understand that humanity is one.”

“Haha, you admitted it!”

“Admitted what?” Russell was taken aback.

Mel, with an expression of having discovered something, said, “You keep saying you have no hope of riding the Shadowflame Dragon, but now you admit standing on the head of a dragon! Tsk tsk, you must have a secret arrangement with the Shadowflame Dragon!”

“Heh,” Russell didn’t argue but simply said with an indifferent expression, “Are there only Shadowflame Dragons in the world of dragons?”

“But the most likely dragon for you to ride is the Shadowflame Dragon.”

“Isn’t the Torrential Flood Dragon a possibility? King Ares values me so highly, and I am so exceptionally gifted; perhaps the Torrential Flood Dragon has long been harboring feelings for me,” Russell stroked his chin, jesting, “I do not ride a dragon, and the Torrential Flood Dragon has no knight, we could be a perfect match.”