Evil dragon has a warm heart-Chapter 45 - Miscarriage
Chapter 45: Chapter 45 Miscarriage
Chapter 45 -45 Miscarriage
“This is indeed an interesting invention, Sir. Red Castle should award you the title of Scholar,” Mr. Charles, holding a single-vision magnifying glass, exclaimed in amazement after looking through the convex lens at the enlarged scene.
Red Castle is the power center of the Shadowflame Grand Duchy.
The Shadowflame Family built a magnificent palace at the foot of a volcano, named the Grand Duke Yingyan’s Palace, and because the castle’s exterior is dark red, it is also called Red Castle.
Russell responded indifferently, “It’s just a trifle.”
“I believe Lady Ingrid will definitely love this gift. Not only is it very practical, but it also contains the filial piety you have for her.”
“Indeed, heartfelt filial piety.”
When Russell answered, his mindset was very calm; passing through this realm, he had inherited the body of his predecessor and, thus, the bloodline of the Fluorescent Fungi Family.
Whether as cause or effect, the Fluorescent Fungi Family was his kin, and it was right to maintain this bond of blood.
Instead of being rebellious and thinking one is naturally superior.
“Master, the Gold and Black Mother Pig has been settled in,” Butler Morris approached, “This old sow is in good health. According to your instructions, I have arranged for the manservant Fox to take special care of it, and had the kitchen prepare a separate meal for its nourishment.”
“Hmm, very good,” Russell said contentedly, “I sense a familiar essence flowing in this Gold and Black Mother Pig. Be sure to take good care of it.”
“As you wish, Master.”
“A familiar essence, Sir? What do you mean?” Mr. Charles, putting down the magnifying glass, asked curiously.
“I’m talking about something similar to Kevin’s essence. After Kevin resolved the half Ghost Beast crisis, but before it evolved into a Fantasy Beast, that kind of faint essence.”
“Ah!” Mr. Charles’s eyes widened, “Sir, are you saying that this Gold and Black Mother Pig is actually pregnant with a Fantasy Beast baby?”
“Perhaps it is, perhaps not.”
“Good heavens, watched over by the Great Dragon,” Mr. Charles clasped his head.
Russell waited for him to calm down from his excitement before speaking slowly, “Don’t get your hopes too high, Mr. Charles. On the way back I observed carefully, this Gold and Black Mother Pig is indeed pregnant with a Fantasy Beast baby, but the chances of a successful gestation are very slim.”
“Indeed.” Mr. Charles slowly regained his composure, “The success rate of a female beast giving birth to a Fantasy Beast baby is too small.”
“So my idea now is to take good care of her, provide her with sufficient nutrition, and leave the rest to the Grand Duchy’s Great Dragon to see if it would pay any further attention.” Russell smiled faintly; in fact, he was thinking of having the Little Dream Dragon make a move.
At this moment, Eric, who had gone to check on the Gold and Black Mother Pig, also walked over.
So Russell asked, “How is it? The Gold and Black Mother Pig is truly carrying a Fantasy Beast baby, right?”
“Yes, Sir,” Eric nodded, then shook his head, “But the essence is a bit weak, and the sow is about to give birth soon. It would likely be difficult to gestate a Fantasy Beast.”
“Maybe a miracle will happen. Wasn’t Kevin a miracle?” Russell was quite confident. With the presence of the Little Dream Dragon, a dream-like Great Dragon, helping a Fantasy Beast to successfully gestate would be just a matter of a burst of Dragonflame.
Perhaps a bit of an overkill.
However, for the time being, Russell could only rely on the Little Dream Dragon to provide this bit of assistance.
But when night fell and he went to sleep, Gloomy Dreamland descended once more, and Russell realized his miscalculation. The Little Dream Dragon simply ignored his persuasion; it had no intention of helping the Gold and Black Mother Pig gestate a Fantasy Beast baby, only cocking its head cutely.
“Gah?”
“Breathe out… Dragonflame, just lend a burst of Dragonflame!”
“Gah?”
“Please, Ice Cream, it’s a Fantasy Beast baby we’re talking about. You wouldn’t want to see a Fantasy Beast baby miscarried, would you?”
“Gah?”
“Remember the Birch Bugs? Come, I’ll take you to see the Birch Bugs… Look, how adorable these Birch Bugs are, plump and plump. These are the ones you helped to gestate… All right, you little Great Dragon with a heart of stone!”
In the end, Russell gave up on communication with the Little Dream Dragon.
It was unclear whether the Little Dream Dragon was too tired from its last breath of Dragonflame to use it again or it simply couldn’t help the Fantasy Beast to gestate, but it showed no interest in the golden black sow.
The dream ended.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains as Russell sat up in bed, recalling the events that had taken place in the Gloomy Dreamland.
With a wry shake of his head and a smile, he said, “Ah well, if Ice Cream disagrees, then that’s that. It’s just a Fantasy Beast, after all; it wouldn’t be of much use to me.”
In his territory, Eric was the only Great Knight and he had successfully contracted with a Gold and Silver Wolfhound.
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The rest, Charles, Tom, Jack, John, James, or Katie and Catherine, did not meet the criteria to contract a Fantasy Beast.
As for Russell himself, becoming a Great Knight would take a long time.
“But when I think about it carefully, baby Fantasy Beasts also need time to grow… I definitely won’t contract a golden black pig, but Tom and the others could wait,” reflected Russell, a Lord who still cared about his reputation.
The golden black pigs were rather unsightly, and being called the “Black Pig Knight” after contracting one would be embarrassing.
“Forget it, leave the baby Fantasy Beast to its fate; if it miscarries, so be it… I just hope that next time I find a gestating Spirit Insect, Ice Cream will be more generous and not stingy with a breath of Dragonflame,” Russell hoped. “I can always kill more Snow Ghosts and extract Ice Pellet Pearls to feed it.”
The warm season had already arrived, and the trade routes were open once more. Soon, Baron Youguang would lead an expedition to clear the Snow Ghosts from the roads.
Russell planned to join them; with the protection of Phantom Beast Knight Eric, safety wasn’t an issue.
Having made up his mind, he pulled the bell rope by his bed.
A new day began.
After washing up with the help of his servants and having breakfast downstairs, Russell started his knightly morning practice.
It was still the same move from the “Radiant Swordsmanship Technique,” repeated hundreds of times until he was utterly exhausted. Yet he found joy in it, especially feeling the Battle Qi cut through his arm’s meridians, bit by bit, under the guidance of the move.
The sensation was simply wonderful.
In the morning, he would routinely inspect his land, see how the crops at several outposts were doing, and then check a few of the Cordyceps in Magic Medicine Tun.
After lunch, he would take a brief nap.
In the afternoon, he changed into a well-tailored nobleman’s robe, put on expensive leather riding boots, tied his cravat, and donned a glamorous red cape. His finger-length pale golden hair was also carefully groomed and tied in a small braid at the back of his head.
He looked at himself in the mirror.
He might have lacked a bit of the dashing and debonair appearance, since he was only sixteen and his face was still a bit youthful.
But with well-defined features, handsome brows and bright eyes, and not a single flaw on his fair-skinned face, plus his tall frame, he had truly inherited good looks.
“Sir, you look more like a nobleman than any other,” Head Maid Leona, who had arranged the hair by his temples, sincerely complimented.
“That’s thanks to my mother, who passed the Rainflower Family’s looks down to me perfectly,” Russell said with a smile.
His brother, sisters, and younger sister all resembled the Baron; they weren’t ugly, but they were nowhere near handsome or pretty.
He was the only one who had inherited his mother’s beauty.
His Battle Qi cultivation talent was another story, however.
Nevertheless, it wasn’t too bad. His predecessor had traded his life to pave the way for his cultivation. As long as he kept working hard, he would eventually become a Great Knight, and once he contracted a Fantasy Beast or mounted a dragon, he could transform his lot and climb to the pinnacle.
“Let’s go, Eric, Mr. Charles,” Russell said as he mounted his horse.
He was heading to Fluorescent Castle; tomorrow was his grandmother Lady Ingrid’s birthday.
