Evil dragon has a warm heart
Chapter 510 - 510 508 Aftermath

Chapter 510: Chapter 508: Aftermath Chapter 510: Chapter 508: Aftermath The public’s calls for Russell to ride the Shadowflame Dragon cooled down, accompanied by the cold treatment from the Council of Elders.

Since the Shadowflame Dragon was passive and Russell stayed in his territory, the matter naturally faded.

However, the commotion caused by the killing of Frost Giant Ge, along with his shocking promotion to Earl, did not fade away; it remained a favourite topic of discussion among knights in taverns, serfs in manors, and commoners in market towns.

Minstrels lingering at Evernight Castle even created hundreds of magnificent poems with Russell as the protagonist.

This sparked a wave of poetic fervour.

In the castle’s guest room, playwright Nicholas was engrossed in writing, simultaneously working on two plays: “Dark Chronicles” and the third installment of the Su Luo series, “Longsword Scattering Frost”. Furious Wind City’s major opera houses were all pressing him for manuscripts.

The public’s enthusiasm was so high that any news related to Russell received great acclaim.

The threat of the Frost Giants’ possible arrival hung only over the heads of a few, including King Ares and Russell.

The higher one flies, the farther one can see.

Those who couldn’t see far lived more comfortably.

It wasn’t just the public; most nobles were still indulging in a life of glitz and glamour.

Shuang Da had been missing for several months, and there had been no disturbances along the borders of the two countries. The warm season’s sun shone on the land, driving Snow Demons and Snow Ghosts deeper into the Snowfield, with only a few remaining Snow Ghosts disturbing the trade routes.

King Ares had studied the extreme ice holy artifact for a long time, and even used it to fish a few times, but he could not catch Shuang Da.

Perhaps by the next encounter, Shuang Da would have a completely different appearance.

The Shadowflame Dragon was already in hibernation in the magma of Shadowflame Volcano, its passive and unrejecting attitude set the tone for the Council of Elders.

But it also damaged the foundations of the Chosen Son system.

Mel was no longer attending meetings but was traveling with a merchant caravan heading back to the capital of Scorching Torrent Kingdom, Warmhaven City. This time, he was not leaving the country as an envoy of the Grand Duchy, but as an heir of the Rainflower Family, going for trade.

He was also in search of the girl who haunted his dreams, Annie from the Ade Family.

“Dear Annie, I feel the sun is unusually warm. The scenery over the Snowfield might be monotonous, but my mood remains joyful. With each passing day, I get to see you one day sooner.” Riding on the back of an Iron Winged Grey Crane, Mel was writing in his diary.

With politics far removed, he had completely liberated himself and hoped to become a minstrel.

“I record my feelings along the way, searching for the poetic inspiration to write you, my dearest Annie, a poem of love!”

He wrote up to this point.

Mel put down his pen and shook his head helplessly, “Writing poetry is too hard, no inspiration at all!”

It had been over ten days on the road, and he was about to enter the Scorching Torrent Kingdom, but he still hadn’t written the poem for Annie Xuanfuhua.

Shaking his head, he looked up at the sky in distress, lamenting in his heart: “Can I only be a patron like Marquis Arno?”

If Mel’s troubles were just trivial matters in life.

Then at this moment, in Swan Castle, brothers Kunsley·Sunflower and Kunsup·Sunflower were engulfed in endless agitation.

“The Grand Duke’s position… my Grand Duke’s position!” Chosen Son Kunsley, hiding in his room drowning his sorrows in alcohol, lamented, “How did my rightful Grand Duke’s position suddenly disappear? Old Shadowflame Dragon, blind! Russell, you’ve gone too far!”

Last year, he was convinced that with the support of Scorching Torrent Kingdom, he was certain to win the Grand Duke’s position.

Even if he became a puppet of the kingdom, he would still be a noble Duke!

Who would have thought that the Shadowflame Dragon would play unexpectedly, secretly teaming up with Russell.

“It’s not even a secret anymore!” Thinking of the situation in Shadowflame Volcano where the Shadowflame Dragon did not refute the rumors about Russell, instead ambiguously offering “time will provide all answers” as an evasive and perfunctory response.

Tears streamed down Kunsley’s face.

With the dragon’s heart already set on Russell, the Flamecrest Dragonblood Family was about to change course, and he was about to lose even a marginal connection to the Shadowflame bloodline!

Clang, Kunsley smashed a wine glass, then fished out another, poured red wine into it, and gulped it down greedily.

Meanwhile.

In another room of Swan Castle, Kunsley’s brother Kunsup was also hiding in a room, drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

“Incompetent, incompetent! Kunsley, you useless person, you didn’t strive for the position of Grand Duke, yet you come back to compete with me for the title of Swan Baron!” Kunsup gritted his teeth and yelled loudly, “Grandfather is also useless, he had clearly agreed that I would be the future baron…”

Once Kunsup competed for the position of Grand Duke, everything from the Sunflower Family, including the hereditary title of Swan Baron, would be his to inherit.

He had always dreamed that his elder brother would become the Grand Duke.

But now, his brother had come back in disgrace and taken everything back—all that was supposed to belong to him had turned into nothing but a pipe dream!

“Unless… Grandfather dies, and the Bronze Dragon chooses me!” A thought suddenly flashed through Kunsup’s mind.

Far away in Red Castle, Baron Kunbif, who still harbored hopes for the chosen son system, clearly did not realize that his own grandson had already begun to curse him to die early. He hoped to ally with Earl Osclo, firmly opposing Russell’s ascension.

He had once looked down upon the foolish Osclo family, but now, for a lingering hope, he had no choice but to resort to such measures.

However.

Earl Osclo was not only stupid but also delusional, “Lord Kunbif, there’s no need for such panic, if the dragon hasn’t nodded, it means it has shaken its head, how could it possibly choose Russell, that’s just a smokescreen!”

“I see, it doesn’t seem like a smokescreen to me.”

“Like Old Merlin, you underestimate the power of the covenant too much; the dragon has always been the Guardian God of the Flamecrest Dragonblood Family, it would only choose someone of the Shadowflame Family’s bloodline!” At this point, Earl Osclo cast a sidelong glance at Kunbif, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Kunbif’s bloodline had grown distant.

Only his son Augustus and Earl Merlin’s grandson Mel could barely be considered legitimate members of the Flamecrest Dragonblood Family.

And his wife, Madam Kunli, was the eldest daughter, while Augustus was also two years older than Mel.

So.

The outcome was obvious, after all the turmoil, the position of Grand Duke would still end up with Augustus.

“No one else is suitable!” Earl Osclo still had confidence in his heart, “If the Shadowflame Dragon really wanted to make a covenant with Russell, there wouldn’t be so much nonsense… These sycophants in the Council of Elders, they simply do not understand the dragon’s pride!”

Seeing Osclo’s expression, Baron Kunbif knew his trip was in vain, drank some soup tea, and promptly took his leave.

The sun was scorching hot.

Just like his current, frantic state of mind, “Red Castle is about to fall into the hands of outsiders; Merlin’s pack of ambitious wolves has already started to stir the pot, while a fool like Osclo is still dreaming in broad daylight!”

Sitting in a carriage made of special metal, cool to the touch, Baron Kunbif felt incredibly bitter, “Old man, I stand alone in this fight!”

…

“Yigu, Yigu!”

In the Tobacco Magic Medicine Field, Little Sprite Nicco had been guarding tobacco cordyceps that were nurturing spirit insects for half a month now.

Not far away, under an arbor, Katie was meditating cross-legged.

Red-Eyed Mouse King Jerry lay in the shade, mouth wide open, sound asleep. The July heat had just begun the peak of summer; the Volcanic Oasis might be unbearably hot, but Warm Enclave maintained a comfortable temperature, making it easy to feel sleepy everywhere.

This season, this climate, was too perfect for sleeping.

“What’s wrong, Nicco?” Katie woke from her meditation and looked towards Nicco.

But she saw Nicco holding a fat, emerald green large insect that exuded the texture of polished jade, unmistakably a newly nurtured tobacco sprite bug.

“Yigu!” Nicco opened its mouth wide and laughed.

Then, without looking back, it flew towards Cigar Castle, eager to share its joy with Russell immediately.