Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 211 - 173 The Art of Young Red Dragon’s Endurance_1

Chapter 211: Chapter 173 The Art of Young Red Dragon’s Endurance_1

This is a sketch, using the simplest lines to outline a towering dragon-shaped tree as the background of the entire parchment. In the center, a giant dragon is spreading its wings and flying out of the drawing.

From its physical characteristics, one can tell it’s a Red Copper Dragon, and its face bears a striking resemblance to Lord Aivensa, about sixty to seventy percent similar.

With a preconceived notion, Aivensa exclaimed in surprise, "This is me, this is definitely me! Are you suggesting that this drawing is to be made into a flag? And wherever we go, we’ll fly this flag?"

"Exactly, not only will we fly it, but also all those related to our territory," Gaven explained. "This is just a draft. The real thing will need further work and added colors. I believe it will be more beautiful. I am rather an amateur in this matter, so we will need Lord Virginia to help us find professionals."

"Great! Great! Great!" Aivensa, transformed into a little girl’s appearance, held the drawing dearly, "Can you give it to me?"

"That won’t do," Gaven shook his head. "This is just a draft, the only copy. When the final product is out, if you still want it, I’ll give it to you. By then, with the more beautiful finished product, I’m afraid you won’t want this anymore."

"The beautiful finished product is one thing, the draft is another. This one has sentimental value," Aivensa reluctantly returned the draft to Gaven, "I want both the draft and the finished product."

"Greedy little thing," Gaven teased with a laugh, "Okay, I’ll keep it for you. Your liking it is my greatest honor. When the time comes, I’ll frame it for you as a collectible."

"That would be best," Aivensa nodded in satisfaction. "It’s no wonder you’re my favorite person."

Gaven couldn’t resist teasing, "You change so fast. Just now, you were saying I’m no longer your favorite person."

As soon as he spoke, Gaven felt a bit of regret. Wasn’t this just making trouble for no reason?

Aivensa glared, righteously saying, "How can you be so childish, taking people’s angry words seriously? Why would you release Roderick, my greatest enemy, without discussing it with me first? If you had told me in advance, would I have been so anxious and upset? Don’t I have the right to say a few angry words?"

"Definitely, definitely, definitely!" Gaven admitted his fault proactively. "I was wrong about that. When I have some free time, I’ll tell you a couple more Chapters of the Monkey King’s story."

"No way, at least ten Chapters. Two Chapters are too short and unsatisfying," Aivensa instinctively began to bargain.

"Don’t get greedy, two Chapters mean two Chapters. Not even one Chapter more."

"Then five Chapters."

"If you keep haggling, you won’t get even two Chapters."

"Fine, two Chapters it is!"

Smiling all the while, Virginia, who watched the pair’s playful bickering, said, "You don’t need to come to me for that. Among the people you know, there is a young genius in this area. She’s the right person for the job."

"Nicole?" The moment he heard ’young genius’, the first person that came to Gaven’s mind was that adorable Spring Dream girl.

"Yes, her," Virginia confirmed with a nod. "Not only is she a drawing prodigy, but she’s also a genius in fashion design. In recent years, the most popular attire among the Fae Race of Spring Bud Forest are her creations. Her trip to Spring Bud Fortress wasn’t just to be a maid; she was there to learn more about this field. It’s just that, unexpectedly, you whisked her away."

The Yaling Lord’s mention of ’whisking away’ was clearly suggestive.

In the Dragon Oak Dream Realm, that spring dream left Gaven utterly dumbfounded, without even a chance for defense, promptly resorting to a divine art of changing the subject, "Alright, when I’m free, I’ll find Miss Nicole to help me with some deep processing."

Seeing Lord Aivensa had returned to normal, Gaven seized the moment to say, "We are all good people, leading an army of justice; we absolutely cannot do things that are inhumane and atrociously cruel. Take robbery, for example, Miss Aivensa would certainly not be able to live with herself for doing it, but a Red Dragon, being utterly wicked, would not have such scruples!"

The Young Red Copper Dragon followed Gaven’s line of thought and said with excitement, "You mean to say we should let Roderick go out and rob, and then the spoils would all come to us?"

Virginia gave a slight cough and directly transmitted her thoughts to Gaven’s mind, "Don’t teach the child bad things!"

This was not magic but rather a side effect of the integration of their souls; as long as the distance between them was no more than a hundred meters, they could communicate telepathically without any barriers.

In fact, there were many more side effects that awaited their deeper exploration.

"Understood," Gaven replied earnestly to the Young Red Copper Dragon, "Of course we can’t just rob arbitrarily. Even if we don’t do it ourselves, it would still be the result of our incitement, and the sin would still fall upon us. However, when it comes to evildoers, like those merchant caravans of the Santarin Association, we don’t have to be so polite. That’s called punishing evil and confiscating ill-gotten gains."

Seeing Lord Aivensa attentive, Gaven continued to gently coax, "But we have families and businesses to care for, and the Santarin Association is unimaginably large. If we confront them directly, it would bring us no benefit."

The Young Red Copper Dragon was a clever one and quickly grasped Gaven’s idea, "If Roderick commits the robbery, it doesn’t connect to us, but the spoils can still end up in our hands. Everything will follow logically, and we’ll have the best of both worlds."

"Exactly, that’s the principle!" Gaven gave the Young Red Copper Dragon an approving look, "Now do you understand the value of Roderick?"

"I do," said Lord Aivensa, turning to look at Roderick with new eyes. He no longer seemed like a formidable enemy, but rather a living mountain of gold, hmm, a tool that could bring them a mountain of gold in the future.

The Young Red Copper Dragon then voiced some concerns, "How do you plan to control Roderick? All Red Dragons are a bunch of untrustworthy scum without any moral baseline, and breaking contracts is one of their most common deeds. We might heal his wounds, but he could turn around and eat us the next second."

"Don’t worry," Gaven revealed a sly smile, "Just wait and see. The moment he dares to rebel, I’ll let him know who controls his fate."

While they were talking, the healing of the young Red Dragon was nearing its end.

With the infusion of a large amount of magic elements, Roderick’s external wounds had mostly healed in a short amount of time.

For all Dragonkin, the Dragon Oak Dragon Nest is not only a place of cultivation but also a sanctuary for healing—of course, this was helped by the young Red Dragon’s age; those mature Giant Dragons, constrained by their massive size, would need even more magic elements and a longer time to heal.

The young Red Dragon had improved significantly from his wretched state, having recovered his seated position, but he still looked very gaunt and skeletal.

Such physical depletion could not be replenished by magic elements alone; he would need a substantial amount of meat to recuperate.

Though in the midst of healing, his hearing was unaffected, and Gaven and Lord Aivensa’s entire conversation did not escape his ears.

All sorts of rage and resentment churned wildly within his heart, yet he lacked the courage to roar, harboring malicious thoughts while daring not show the slightest sign of them.

Although his wounds had mostly healed, the young Red Dragon still kept his head very low, the picture of subservience.

He was much smarter than Sha’no; even though he was unclear about what Gaven had made him imprint his Soul Totem on or its purpose, he knew it was definitely a means of control.

Before determining what exactly this method of control was, the wisest choice was to obediently cooperate.

Roderick’s obedient and submissive attitude somewhat displeased the Young Red Copper Dragon, who had been waiting to see him embarrassed and to laugh at him.

With her big eyes rolling, she strutted up to Roderick with her hands behind her back, and said with an air of arrogance, "Hey, do you recognize who I am?"

The young Red Dragon suppressed the urge to breathe out a blast of Flame Dragon’s Breath.

Thinking to himself, I can distinguish your scent from two kilometers away, even when you’ve shifted into a humanoid form.

And it’s not like I’m blind; you just transformed in front of me.

But such words absolutely couldn’t be said. If a conflict were to arise, it went without saying on whose side Gaven would stand.

I’m not going to give you the chance to punish me.

Roderick bowed his head even lower, in a tone of humility, said, "Greetings, Lord Aivensa."

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

A single greeting of "Lord Aivensa" made the young dragon feel good all the way from their ears to their heart.

Hehe, you little guy, I didn’t expect you to have your day, but it seems Gaven is the smarter one.

Killing Roderick would have simply been letting him off easy.

Enslaving him, exploiting him, mocking him—that was truly the most interesting.

"Hehe, I’ve come up with new lyrics to sing to you..." Seeing that ordinary provocation wasn’t working, the Young Red Copper Dragon resorted to her specialty.

She improvised a song on the spot, vividly portraying the young Red Dragon’s current state of enslavement through her singing.

Previously, Aivensa had barely begun to sing a phrase before the young Red Dragon would have erupted in fury, staging a life-or-death chase high above the Rocklands.

But this time, Roderick remained motionless from beginning to end, burying his head and refusing to budge.

There was definitely anger.

His constantly trembling body, the scales that sometimes quivered slightly, and the heavy breathing all made it evident.

His fury had reached an extreme, with his blood coursing madly through his veins.

But he forcefully suppressed it all with his survival instincts. Compared to the despair and rage he had felt trapped beneath the mountain before, what was a bit of provocation?

He would not, he absolutely would not make the same mistake again.

Gaven and the others had imprisoned him, certainly because of their careful calculations.

But he himself bore an inescapable responsibility—had he not lost control of his emotions, had he not been careless,

he would never have ended up in such a predicament.

This was the greatest lesson he had learned from being imprisoned—patience, he had to be patient.

Only by staying alive would there be a chance for revenge.

Unless he was absolutely sure of a lethal strike, he had to remain patient.

On the side, Gaven had no intention of stopping the young dragon’s provocations.

He also expected Roderick to become impatient and act out, which would make establishing his authority easier.

At the same time, he wanted to see just how much the young Red Dragon could tolerate.

His focus, however, was highly concentrated, ready to suppress Roderick immediately should he step out of line.

In his spare time, he also had the young Red Dragon taken out for a thorough comparison.

Life Force: 162 (13d12+78)

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Size: Large

Attributes: Strength 23, Dexterity 12, Constitution 18, Intelligence 14, Perception 13, Charisma 12

Speed: Ground 8 kilometers/hour, Flying 24 kilometers/hour

Dragon Breath: Flame Dragon’s Breath, Damage Dice 6d10 (ranging from 6-60)

Magic (equivalent to casting as a Level 1 Magician): 0 level—Arcane Mark, Ray of Frost, Resistance, Detect Magic.

1st level—Protection from Good and Shield.

Feats: Toughness, Spell Resistance Awakening, Leap Attack, Hover, Mastery of Mobility, Somersault, Strength Surge (Transcendent reward).

Special Abilities: Blind Sense 18 meters, Dark Vision 24 meters, immune to fire, magic sleep effects, and paralysis, Twilight Vision.

After looking over the attributes, Gaven could only inwardly exclaim, truly befitting a Legendary species, truly befitting a Giant Dragon. Just growing up equates to getting stronger.