Evil dragon has a warm heart-Chapter 32 - The Study Room Father and Son Setup
Chapter 32: Chapter 32 The Study Room Father and Son Setup
Chapter 32 -32 The Study Room Father and Son Setup
The Gloomy Dreamland had expanded, of which Russell was very certain.
He had noticed that tree before; indeed, only a small portion had been enveloped by the Gloomy Dreamland, but now, a large portion of the tree was wrapped within it.
“It’s certain, all these changes happened after the Little Dream Dragon gobbled up the Ice Pellet Pearls!” he rode the Little Dream Dragon, grinning from ear to ear, “Ice Cream, just you wait, I’ll feed you gold coins every day in the future!”
“Ga?” The Little Dream Dragon tilted its head.
Seeming to understand something, it nodded repeatedly: “Ga, ga, ga, ga!”
“Ga ga!” Russell mimicked the Little Dream Dragon, shouting a couple of times.
Ice Pellet Pearls were indeed valuable, but raising a Little Dream Dragon and expanding the Gloomy Dreamland simply couldn’t be measured with money.
Because.
Russell was increasingly convinced that the Little Dream Dragon might truly be a Great Dragon.
Although it didn’t exist in the real world and could only be ridden in dreams; and despite not being a massive creature like the Shadowflame Great Dragon of the duke’s family that could create an endlessly warm Oasis, and also a bit lacking in intelligence.
But Great Dragons were legendary creatures of all kinds of oddities, not just limited to the Shadowflame Great Dragon template.
The Little Dream Dragon might just be another template of a Great Dragon.
“Ga.” After playing for a while, the Little Dream Dragon became tired.
Russell affectionately rubbed the Little Dream Dragon’s big head and waved with a smile: “Goodnight, Ice Cream, have a good dream… haha, what constitutes a good dream, perhaps you and I are in one right now… Anyway, I hope one day we can soar across the skies together!”
“Ga!”
The Little Dream Dragon disappeared around the corner, and the Gloomy Dreamland returned to quietude.
At dawn, the sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, adding a bright stripe to the bedroom.
Life as a lord was very comfortable, and no one came to call Russell out of bed anymore, but the biological clock that had already formed still woke him up early.
He casually pulled the bell rope by the bed.
Russell then got out of bed and went to the bathroom to flush the water—the entire manor’s guest house, only his bedroom had a stand-alone flush toilet, of course, the cistern needed a servant to carry water over to refill, and there was no advanced water supply system.
After flushing the water, he returned to the bedside, steadied himself, and Russell suddenly pulled open the drawer, then sighed with relief.
The Ice Pellet Pearls stored inside were all gone, indicating that what he had experienced last night was not an illusion but something that had really happened.
The Little Dream Dragon did indeed swallow the Ice Pellet Pearls and then expanded the Gloomy Dreamland.
“Very good, very good, I’ll go hunt more Snow Ghosts later for dragon rearing!” He curled the corners of his mouth upwards, as if seeing a brilliant future.
Just then, there was a knock on the door: “Good morning, Sir.”
“Good morning.”
Head Maid Leona pushed the door open and entered swiftly with three maids starting to work promptly.
Freckled Erin, buck-toothed Phoebe, and short and chubbish Olivia—Russell had ample reason to suspect that when the old butler Carter arranged the servants for him, his mother must have specifically instructed to eliminate the pretty ones first.
Otherwise, with old Butler Carter’s affection for him, it would be impossible not to select pretty maids for him.
“Maybe the old butler has resisted before… At least, Leona is fairly attractive, and she has a nice figure,” Russell glanced at the head maid again, her round rear was indeed quite plump as she bent over, making one can’t help but feel respect.
“Good morning, Lord,” the male servant Ram knocked and entered.
Russell composed himself and had the male servant help him dress before he went downstairs for breakfast, then off for his morning knight’s lesson.
By the time he had worked up a good sweat, Mr. Charles had just descended the stairs: “Good morning, Sir.”
“Good morning, Mr. Charles.”
“Oh, by the way, Sir, will you be inspecting the manor today, or if you have some free time, I think you should attend a knowledge lesson,” said Charles, who had always been Russell’s home tutor, teaching him cultural knowledge.
“Let’s talk about that later,” Russell replied evasively.
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He was already an adult and didn’t want to attend any specific cultural classes; instead, he considered Mr. Charles his assistant and consultant.
There was no need to ask for advice until something was unclear.
As they were talking, a knight dashed from outside and was swiftly led inside by Butler Morris: “Sir, it is a messenger from Fluorescent Castle.”
The knight beat his chest in salute, “Knight Raphael sends his regards, Mr. Russell.”
“Greetings, Sir Raphael.”
“Lord Baron has a verbal message for you, hoping you will come to Fluorescent Castle for lunch. Lord Baron has some words for you.”
“Alright, thank you for coming all this way. Go have a cup of tea first, and later we’ll go back to Fluorescent Castle together.”
“Thank you.”
After the knight went for tea, Mr. Charles immediately said, “It must be about the Snow Ghost hunt; Lord Baron is always keeping an eye on you.”
“Hmm,” Russell understood naturally; in the eyes of the Baron and his wife, he was probably still a child who hadn’t grown up yet.
Though they had let him live in his fief, they still watched over his every move.
After a bath and changing into new clothes, Russell immediately took his personal servant and two attending knights to return to Fluorescent Castle with Knight Raphael.
Once at Fluorescent Castle, it indeed was an inquiry about the Snow Ghost hunt.
“Chris told me yesterday, well done, Russell. You hunted the Snow Ghost earlier than I had imagined,” praised the Baron.
Russell responded humbly, “It’s what I should do as a Lord.”
Lady Meryl scolded, “You are still growing, and your Battle Qi is just beginning to develop. It’s better to avoid risks. Chris too, honestly, asking him for help and he just stands by watching, letting a child fight.”
The Baron said, “Russell is not a child anymore; he has already had his coming of age ceremony.”
“No matter how old he is, he is still my child.”
“Such are the views of a woman.” The Baron turned and went upstairs, “Russell, come to my study with me. Lady, you need not follow; we men will have a chat.”
“Go ahead then.” Meryl straightened the hem of Russell’s clothing.
Once in the study, Baron Roman took a bottle of red wine from the bookshelf and poured a glass for both himself and Russell.
Their glasses clinked, and they both took a sip.
The Baron then casually asked, “How did it feel to hunt the Snow Ghost for the first time?”
“It felt alright. Perhaps the excitement led by the knight squad prevented me from being scared or too nervous. I ended up simply being exhausted from the exertion, not bothering to think too much, and that’s how the battle ended.”
“You did better than your older brother, Roland. On his first ghost hunt with me, he got distracted at the sight of a headless Snow Ghost that could still fight.”
“I might just be a bit thick-skinned, I suppose.”
“No, you’re more attentive than your brother,” the Baron laughed, “I was originally worried about how you would adapt to living on your own, but you’ve adjusted better than I expected. You handled the Snow Ghost invasion well, neither reckless nor cowardly.”
“I’ve also benefited from the influence of my father.”
“Just a few days out and your flattery has improved; that’s good, you’re much more open than before,” reflected the Baron.
Perhaps it was because he had shown too little concern for his younger son in the past that now, as Russell stood before him, he felt a sense of unfamiliarity.
Russell just laughed along without saying much.
After all, he couldn’t say that it was he himself who was good at flattery, and that it was your true son who was the reticent one.
But soon enough, both father and son turned into reticent types again—after the Snow Ghost topic was finished, they somewhat lost track of conversation. They rarely had such formal heart-to-hearts, and could only awkwardly lift their wine glasses to hide the slightly silent atmosphere in the study.
Fortunately, it was time for lunch.
“Sir, Mr. Russell, the Lady asks that you come quickly to the dining room for the meal,” called the servant.
Both Baron Roman and Russell breathed a sigh of relief, then exchanged a smile and left the study, its shelves stacked with red wine, one after the other.
