Evil dragon has a warm heart

Chapter 86: Chapter 85 Endless Traces (Ninth Update) Chapter 86: Chapter 85 Endless Traces (Ninth Update) “Sir is formidable!”

“Sir’s swordsmanship has already reached a divine level.”

“I’m far inferior to Sir!”

“Same here.”

As Russell executed the peerless “Radiant Swordsmanship Technique” with the grace of a butterfly flitting amongst flowers, he sliced the green-skinned creature in front of him into corpse sticks.

The four knight attendants began to loudly flatter him, adequately serving as a mood-enhancing group.

Mr. Eric, although he didn’t speak, nodded repeatedly, admitting to himself that he was no match for Russell’s swordsmanship skill.

“It’s a pity that my Battle Qi isn’t solid enough. It takes me dozens of moves to kill an ordinary green-skin.” Russell didn’t get too carried away with pride, he was well aware of his current strength; no matter how good his swordsmanship was, it only added a flourish.

After all, brute strength could defeat a multitude, and without solid Battle Qi, one wouldn’t be able to unleash the exquisite power of their swordsmanship.

“Sir, you’ve just finished your coming-of-age ceremony, and there’s a lot of time for you to refine your Battle Qi. Sooner or later, you will be promoted to a Great Knight and be able to contract a Fantasy Beast,” Tom said with a smile, then stepped forward and used his broadsword to smash the green-skin’s head.

He squatted down to dig out the Ice Pellet Pearl from the head—dirty work like this didn’t require Russell to do it himself.

Just then, a knight galloped up to deliver a message from Baron Roman: “The support squad should quickly follow, the Knight Regiment is about to move out!”

“Alright,” Russell nodded.

The knight squadron promptly regrouped, catching up with the main force, and started heading in the direction of the trade route toward the next Cold Spring Point.

After reaching the Cold Spring Point, the Knight Regiment began to regroup and rest.

Russell then went to the commander’s tent to have dinner and listen to his father and Roland discussing the day’s battle results.

“We didn’t encounter any blue-skins, and there weren’t many big green-skins or Ghost Beasts, we hunted down about five hundred Snow Ghosts in total,” Roland shook his head, not very satisfied with the day’s takings, “And we also lost three Armed Knights in the vanguard.”

“What about the knights who fell, do we burn their bodies?” Russell asked.

“Burning them is too troublesome. Did you see Marcus’s Steel Thunder Beast? We use the Steel Thunder Beast’s huge feet to crush the bodies, and the tiny thunder and lightning released from its feet will scorch the broken body pieces, quickly allowing the dead knights to become one with the earth.”

Russell opened his mouth: “Uh… ”
This sort of act, in his view, amounted to desecration of the dead, but this was Dragon Sleep Continent’s mourning ritual for the deceased.

To either burn or crush.

All to prevent the power of the Snow Demon from resurrecting the dead as Snow Ghosts, something the relatives couldn’t bear to face.

“Speaking of which, you sure are picky, aren’t you? Can’t even settle for Malena?” Roland patted Russell on the shoulder and asked, “Now that Malena has joined the caravan to Gale City Girls’ Academy, aren’t you regretting it?”

Baron Roman, who was slowly savoring red wine, also looked up, wanting to hear his younger son’s views on romance.

Arranging marriages among nobility was a matter of utmost importance!

“There’s nothing to regret, Roland. I’ve just come of age; there is plenty of time to find a soulmate.”

“Soulmate? You really haven’t wised up, have you? Have you been reading too many novels?” Roland scoffed, “What you need is a lady of the manor, understand? Malena is your most suitable choice; she can manage the finances of the manor for you.”

“I manage it quite well now.”

“But you can’t just focus on the manor, in the future you’ll need to interact with many nobles, and without a suitable lady of the manor, how can you take over Uncle Rosen’s position?”

“Perhaps I’ll soon find a very suitable lady of the manor,” Russell replied.

“I hope so,” Roland said with a tone of regret, “I sincerely hope you would pursue Malena more seriously.”

Russell laughed: “Then should I also attend Gale City Girls’ Academy?”

“If you don’t mind, I think our father and mother would agree to it. For love, there’s no shame, right?” Roland said, looking at Baron Roman, “Father, what do you think of my suggestion?”

Baron Roman nodded seriously: “There’s nothing inappropriate about it, Russell, listen to your brother.”

Russell rolled his eyes.

When he got back to his own tent and lay down in his sleeping bag, he couldn’t help but think of Malena.

He recalled the scene at the ball where he clasped hands and wrapped his arms around Malena, dancing closely together on the dance floor.

“Actually, Malena is quite nice too, considered a beauty of the Glowing Valley, possibly there are prettier girls, but none with a good family background, pretty and with a nice personality all in one… Especially when compared to Rolin and Lola.”

One could say that in every way, Malena was his perfect match.

Yet Russell just couldn’t muster any enthusiasm for Malena, or rather, for the entire Glowing Valley.

“I have ‘Ice Cream,’ Ice Cream is a Great Dragon… I am a future Dragon Knight, maybe I could even establish a country, how could the mere Glowing Valley sustain my ideals… Wuyao Snake Manor surely can’t bind me.”

Perhaps it was this line of thinking that made Russell very clear about what he wanted.

What he wanted was not to find a lady of the manor for Wuyao Snake Manor, but to find a queen for the kingdom of his dreams.

“Malena, girl, it’s not that you aren’t good enough, it’s just that my standards are a bit high,” Russell lamented somewhat wistfully.

Soon, he fell into slumber.

The Gloomy Dreamland reappeared, all too familiar; the Little Dream Dragon “ga” shouted as it appeared, with Sword Butterflies still dancing gracefully around it.

“Hasn’t grown up,” Russell looked at the Little Dream Dragon, still in its big-headed cartoon form, “Let’s go, let’s see if the Gloomy Dreamland has expanded.”

Riding the Little Dream Dragon, he flew to the boundary of the Gloomy Dreamland.

Russell felt that the Gloomy Dreamland should have expanded, but this Cold Spring Point was new, without a reference for comparison, so it was difficult to determine how much it had actually grown.

“Big or not, it doesn’t really matter; with the Sword Butterfly, there’s nowhere we can’t go!” Russell patted the Little Dream Dragon’s neck, many nights of companionship had allowed it to quickly grasp Russell’s intentions, flying towards the exterior of the boundary.

Still aimlessly flying over the vast snowfield, merely to encounter the Magic Light bursting from the Snow Ghost packs.

Unfortunately, tonight’s venture was not successful, with the Little Dream Dragon too tired to find any Snow Ghosts.

“Ga.”

“Okay, let’s call it a night; we’ll continue tomorrow evening.”

The dream collapsed, consciousness darkened, and normally Russell would then sleep until morning without having any further dreams.

But on this night, after the Gloomy Dreamland ended, he actually started to dream.

In the dream, he and Malena were dancing joyfully together, and while dancing, they ended up on a warm bed.

“Do you think I’m beautiful?” Malena asked, slipping off her coat to reveal her tight-fitting underwear underneath.

Her curves were enchanting, sparking far-off thoughts.

“Beautiful,” Russell affirmed with a nod.

“If I’m that beautiful, then what are you waiting for?”

“Okay!”

Russell dropped his trousers and was ready to proceed with great excitement, but before he could pounce, he felt the whole world shake violently.

And then.

He woke up.

The voice of his Knight Attendant, Jack, still echoed by his ear: “Sir, breakfast is ready; you can get up now.”

Russell collected himself and then looked at Jack, “I have a question for you.”

“Sir, please ask.”

“Will I die of hunger if breakfast is delayed a bit?”

“Er…” Jack was stumped, scratching the back of his head, unsure of how to answer.

“Forget it, forget it,” Russell waved it off, “Get my breakfast ready… Where’s the mouthwash, bring it here first… Is the toilet still clogged? Go check it out, help me cut in line… Tell them to wait, say I can’t hold it anymore.”

A new day began amidst the hustle and bustle.