Warm Dragon

The horses raised in the manor's courtyard were blessed with good food. The wheat seedlings, barley seedlings, and lentil seedlings harvested from the magic potion farm, still with the fragrance of dew, were fed to the horses by the servants.

The planting of the three kinds of magic potions was carried out in an orderly manner under the leadership of the serf steward and technicians.

The first batch of employees of the windmill mill was also easily summoned by Old Hans.

Therefore, as the lord, Russell did not really have much to do. He had a lot of spare time to patrol the territory.

He did not go to the Fluorescent Castle for lunch at noon.

It took four hours to go back and forth. Even if he could practice on the way, it was a waste of time. So Russell asked a squire to deliver a letter and decided to go back to the Fluorescent Castle once a week in the future.

All the time saved was used to practice the "Shining Sword Technique".

"If you don't have enough talent, you can make up for it with perseverance!" After drinking a magic potion and feeling the fighting spirit begin to boil, Russell immediately devoted himself to it, repeatedly swinging the fine steel sword, using the fighting spirit martial arts moves to open up the meridians.

Just one move of slashing and stabbing, thousands of hammers and hammers.

Russell not only did not breed boring thoughts, but the more he practiced, the more he felt it, and he felt that one move was good for everything, as if this move could produce the power to split half of the sky when practiced deeply, and even reach the concept of one sword can cut everything.

"It seems that I was a martial arts genius who was delayed by the 996 blessing in my previous life!"

Whoosh!

The fine steel sword slashed steadily three feet in front of him, keeping a 75-degree angle with his body. A drop of sweat at the end of his hair was thrown out under the inertia of the forward rush, accurately landing at the tip of the sword, and then split in two by the blade.

The nose and cheeks were all covered with sweat.

Russell did not feel tired at all, nor did he feel physically exhausted.

If you practice something you are not interested in, you will get more and more tired. But if you practice something you are interested in, you will always feel that you don't have enough time.

"My Lord, you should take a break." Eric came over.

"Did you sleep well, Teacher Eric?" Russell did not stop and continued to swing the fine steel sword. "I will practice for another quarter of an hour and then stop."

"I have made up for my sleep." Eric replied, then he drew out the fine steel sword and practiced on his own.

He is already a great knight, and his meridians have become one. His fighting spirit cannot be increased. The next step is to contract a fantasy beast to break through the shackles of the realm.

"Teacher Eric, have you practiced your fighting spirit chain?" Russell asked.

"It's been tempered."

"So, the teacher only lacks a fantasy beast."

"It's as difficult as ascending to heaven to contract a fantasy beast, my Lord." Eric slashed with a fierce sword, and the sword light of fighting spirit flew three meters away.

It is difficult to contract a fantasy beast, but it is even more difficult to get a fantasy beast.

Without Russell's help, he might only be a great knight in his life, and could not reach the realm of a fantasy beast knight.

He turned his head and looked at Russell, expecting something.

Russell just casually said, "There will be a chance."

As a lord, he naturally understood what Eric was thinking. A great knight who had reached the peak of fighting spirit was willing to serve him, and his goals were nothing more than two. One was to be awarded the title of lord and join the noble sequence; the other was to contract a fantasy beast and advance to a fantasy beast knight.

But he would not promise easily.

Some big cakes do not need to be drawn, and they will naturally come true when the time comes.

A quarter of an hour later, Russell stopped, and the male servant immediately handed him a towel to wipe the sweat, and the maid brought tea to quench thirst.

"Master, do you want to arrange a bath for you?" asked the butler Morris.

"No, if you sweat a little, you have to take a bath. Wouldn't I have to take a bath three or four times a day?" Russell was not yet a germaphobe.

In a flash, it was night.

After dinner and a bath, Russell once again chose to camp in the Magic Potion Village, the reason being to keep watch for the Cordyceps.

No one could persuade him, so he could only let him work hard.

However, what puzzled Russell was that he failed to enter the dark dream that night and slept until dawn.

"Good morning, sir."

"Good morning, John."

After casually greeting the knight's squire, Russell walked to the river of light and washed his face with water. When the crushed river water returned to calm, he frowned deeply at the handsome face of Daoying in the water, and couldn't figure it out.

"The dark dream didn't appear, what's the situation?"

Since crossing, he would enter the dark dream every night, and then explore the dark dream with Xiao Menglong.

In the past few days, with the help of the dark dream, he first discovered the pearls in the clam shells, and then discovered the elf insects bred by the birch tree. It can be said that Russell has initially understood and recognized his golden finger.

Who knows.

The golden finger suddenly disappeared.

"Is it really gone?" Russell's face became more and more solemn. The value of the dark dream is immeasurable.

With the dark dream, he has infinite resources. Just being able to find wild elf bugs is enough to push him to the peak of his life.

Without the dark dream, Russell can't guarantee that he will be able to take off.

After all, in this magical world, it is not the vision that restricts development, but dragons and elves. Without dragons and elves, no matter how much knowledge a traverser has, it will be useless.

Besides.

Russell was just an ordinary person in his previous life.

"Or did Xiao Menglong leave me? It shouldn't be the case. We have been getting along well these days, and I haven't offended it?" There is no doubt that the dark dream comes from Xiao Menglong, although Russell doesn't know Xiao Menglong's roots.

Whether it is the last Menglong ice cream he ate before his death, or some kind of dream dragon beyond imagination, it is unknown.

"Could it be..."

Russell thought of a possibility: "Xiao Menglong exhaled a breath of dragon, and then got tired?"

In the past, Xiao Menglong would exhale in the dark dream, but it seemed that the dragon breath as light as mist was sucked back by it.

Only this time, in order to help the birch tree breed the elf insect, Xiao Menglong's dragon breath could not be retracted.

"If this is true, Xiao Menglong is too weak... No, Xiao Menglong has four limbs and two wings, which are the characteristics of a giant dragon. What it exhaled should be dragon flame..." Dragon breath is the breath of a two-legged flying dragon, and dragon flame is the breath of a giant dragon.

As the name suggests, a two-legged flying dragon has only a pair of powerful hind limbs, and its forelimbs have turned into flesh wings.

A giant dragon has four limbs and a pair of independent wings.

Except for being small, Xiao Menglong perfectly meets the characteristics of a giant dragon, but Russell is not sure what it is.

In short,

Russell raised his head and cheered up: "Don't worry, wait tonight to see if Xiao Menglong will appear again!"

Suppressing his worries, he returned to being a graceful noble lord.

He was busy patrolling his territory, urging the magic potion farming in the magic potion village, meeting with stonemasons and carpenters from the town, and discussing the drawings of the windmill mill...

Wait until night falls.

Russell still chose to camp in the magic potion village, and then looked forward to Xiao Menglong coming with a dark dream, but after a night, Xiao Menglong still did not appear.

"Does it take so long to recuperate after a mouthful of dragon flame, ice cream?"

Russell raised his head and sighed, a little bit unable to muster up the energy.

The only good news is that on the thickest birch tree, a bud similar to a tree branch grew at a distance of three meters. If you feel it carefully, you can feel the rhythmic magic in it, like a little life breathing gently.

The birch worm is about to be bred.