Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 467 - 281: The Birth of the Second Generation, Terramus_2

This is the kind of life that an ordinary person can easily reach out to, and how can it not be mesmerizing? Of course, even more astonishing is that even the elderly who are alone and the disabled with impaired work abilities can receive adequate care. Perhaps not an excessively comfortable life, but merely satisfied, with basic needs of food, clothing, and shelter, without much issue.

The Golden Land, Human Divine Country

This is the perception of the Alviss Continent’s immigrants towards the opposite shore, rumored to be land ruled by a Golden Holy Dragon. Even if it’s not the same race of humans, but rather a Giant Dragon, given the positive image of the Golden Dragon in legendary tales, many are willing to try.

As exchanges between the two continents grew more frequent, more information about the land ruled by the Golden Holy Dragon was disclosed to the Alviss Continent.

This has led to more immigrants pouring into Voyager Port as the number of merchant ships on this route gradually increased.

Therefore, the prosperity of the harbor today has not reached its peak; instead, there is still significant potential to be tapped and vast development space.

The future Voyager Harbor will have the opportunity to develop into a super port city with millions or even tens of millions of inhabitants, becoming the most dazzling jewel of the Eastern Coast.

The reason the harbor city could develop to this extent is primarily due to route development, and the reason the route could be successfully opened within ten years is mainly credited not to the merchants who spent money, but to two silent Sea Dominators in the deep sea. They quietly extinguish countless deep-sea disasters that could threaten the route in the bud, making the sea windless and calm.

This was naturally at Noah’s behest; having acquired such powerful generals, it’s only right to utilize them. He was not satisfied with merely a nominal lord-subordinate relationship.

However, Noah was not just someone who ordered others to work without offering benefits. Expecting the horse to run without feeding it will eventually lead even the most loyal vassal to betray.

Therefore, Noah promised the Sea Emperor Dragon and the Ancient Dominator Whale that for each ocean-going ship safely reaching the port, thirty percent of the maritime tax it pays would be their remuneration and reward.

The Ancient Dominator Whale isn’t much interested in worldly possessions; it shows no interest in these at all. But fundamentally, the Sea Emperor Dragon, being of the Dragon Clan, was different.

Though it wanted to remain firm, the regular monthly settlements and the gradually increasing tax dividends as the number of ocean-going ships grew, were indeed irresistible for it.

Not all Dragons can view money as mere dirt like Noah; most Dragons, even the Ancient Dragons, are extremely obsessed with gold and silver, these worldly possessions.

Moreover, the monthly tax dividends settled to the Sea Emperor Dragon by the harbor were indeed vast, enough to form a small mountain, and by the nature of the Dragon Clan, Paquirel could not refuse.

Thus, the ocean routes explored by merchants became ever safer, unbeknownst to many merchants and ignorant believers who thought the gods protected them. Underneath the route, two deep-sea dominators alternated patrolling to ensure its safety.

In the eyes of one of the dominators, a portion of every ship’s cargo on sea is his, and no Dragon can tolerate any creature infringing on its property.

Ocean trade causes rapid changes along the Eastern Coast; new buildings emerge daily, new harbors are built every month, and each year, every port expands a circle. Compared to the previous year, the cityscape is entirely different.

In contrast to such intense changes on the Eastern Coast, the civilian life under Noah’s rule appears much more stable, thriving as before, with continuous brilliance, with no significant change for ten years.

If there is any mention, it would be the judicial system filled with numerous Paladins and their followers, bringing unprecedented stability and harmony to the order in the Holy Dragon Land.

The Paladins, granted enforcement power, add bricks and tiles to the peace and fairness of this land with the annually revised Golden Dragon Code, creating an ideal and dreamlike place that even they find somewhat unbelievable.

This is a golden age established by the Holy Dragon; many firmly believe that such a beautiful era will inevitably continue with the near-eternal, immortal Holy Dragon, holding onto brilliance and eternal sanctity, not just for ten years, but for hundreds or even thousands of years.

In terms perceived by the short-lived species, the Holy Dragon is like the never-falling sun in the sky, as it was ten years ago, and similarly unchanged ten years later.

However, for Dragon Species, ten years may seem brief, but it’s enough to brew changes, such as the arrival of a new life.

Crack~

A hatchling, using its small head to nudge against a shattered eggshell, peers through curious eyes at the unfamiliar world ahead.

Compared to his elder brother, this hatchling’s birth was much more reserved and introverted; when Iliad was born, the dragon egg exploded.

But this Dragon Descendant merely used its head to break open the shell, with the dragon egg mostly intact, without a single extra crack.

"How come, as a male Dragon, you’re so gentle and reserved?"

Noah lowered his head, meeting the gaze of his descendant who had hatched in such an elegant manner.

He had just thought his second offspring was a daughter, but upon closer inspection, realized it was a young male Dragon.

"Not bad, quite good actually."

Noah consoled himself; after all, having one lively son, another quieter one wasn’t bad, although having a daughter would be even better.

"Terramus Noah Helios La Beatrice."

Under the watchful gaze of the Ancestor Dragon, the hatchling, with two pairs of dragon horns on its forehead, revealed its true name.

This was a hatchling Golden Dragon with exceptionally bright and shiny scales. Except for the one less pair of horns on its head compared to Noah, they were mostly similar; of course, the body’s proportions were slightly off, but that was due to being a hatchling, with its body yet to grow.

"Daddy~"

Seeing the golden Dragon before it lowering its head, large enough to swallow him whole in a single bite, the newly hatched hatchling shyly called out, seemingly very dainty, with Noah hearing hints of bashfulness.

Yet it was not to be blamed; when Iliad was born, only Noah and the foster mother Selena and Gwen were present.

With the birth of this second child, there was not only Noah but also his mother and many maternal relatives.

Indeed, most of the old Dragons called over by Ophelia settled in Noah’s territory, as the atmosphere of this land truly attracted these old folks.

After learning that the dragon egg produced with the Ancestor Dragon by their descendant had successfully hatched, all the old Golden Dragons rushed over.

"Mommy~"

Naturally guided by blood relation, Terramus looked towards Agnes, whose eyes were filled with joy and pride.

However, the grown mother Dragon only had time to respond before being pushed aside.

"Dear grandson, come and see grandfather!"

"...Grandfather."

"I am your great-grandfather, do you recognize me? I left quite a bit of knowledge in the legacy."

The hatchling, just born and already the subject of a gathering, had to abstain from food, forced to acknowledge many elders one by one. In its legacy and understanding, this was an etiquette all Golden Dragons must adhere to.

"Enough, he is but a newly born hatchling; he needs to feed now."

Finally, after repeated persuasion, Agnes exploded as she could not rescue her child.

She couldn’t bear to see her son teased by the Dragons; although as a Dragon, going hungry was nothing, this was right after birth, and every Dragon knows how hungry it would be.

Crunch! Crunch!

The soft sound of chewing arose as the long-hungry Terramus, who hadn’t even nibbled at his eggshell, finally got to eat the elaborate feast his mother had prepared for him for a long time.