Warm Dragon

The public clamor for Russell riding the Shadow Flame Dragon gradually cooled down with the cold treatment of the Elder Council.

The Shadow Flame Dragon didn't take the initiative, and Russell just stayed in the territory, so naturally nothing happened.

But the turmoil of killing the frost troll and the shock of being promoted to earl have not faded away. It is still one of the favorite topics for knights in the tavern, serfs in the manor, and civilians in the market town to talk about after dinner.

The bards who lingered in the Evernight Castle wrote hundreds of gorgeous poems with Russell as the protagonist.

It set off a wave of poetry recitation.

In the guest room of the castle, the playwright Nicholas is immersed in writing. He is writing two plays at the same time, "Chronicles of Darkness" and the third part of the Solo series, "The Sword of Frost". All the major opera houses in Stormrage City are urging the manuscripts. .

The public's enthusiasm is so high that any news related to Russell will be enthusiastically received.

The threat of frost giants that may come at any time only hangs over the heads of King Ares, Russell and a few others.

Only when you fly high can you see far.

People who cannot see far away live more comfortably.

Not to mention the people, even most of the nobles are still enjoying a life of luxury and wealth.

Shuangda has disappeared for several months, and there has never been any turmoil on the border between the two countries. The sun in the warm season is shining on the earth, and the snow demons and snow ghosts are retreating deep into the snowfields. Except for a small number of stranded snow ghosts, they are still harassing the business roads. No more abnormalities.

King Ares studied the Extreme Ice Sacred Artifact for a long time and fished several times with the Extreme Ice Sacred Artifact, but failed to catch Shuangda.

Maybe next time we meet again, Shuangda will be a different person.

The Shadowflame Dragon is already dormant in the magma of the Shadowflame Volcano, and its attitude of not taking the initiative or refusing has set the tone for the Elder Council.

But it also destroyed the foundation of the son-selection system.

Cousin Mel no longer attended, but followed the caravan towards Nuanyang City, the capital of the Blazing Torrent Kingdom. This time, he did not go abroad as an envoy of the Grand Duchy, but went to trade as the heir of the Yujiuka family.

By the way, he is looking for the girl he has been dreaming about, Annie from the Ade family.

"Dear Annie, I feel that the sun is extremely warm and the scenery on the snowfield is very monotonous, but my mood is still good. Every day that passes, I can see you one day earlier." Riding on the back of the iron-feathered gray crane, Mei Mei I write a diary.

After staying away from the government, he completely let himself go and hoped to become a bard.

"I recorded my feelings along the way, just to find inspiration for writing poems. I want to give it to you, my favorite Anne, a poem of love!"

Write here.

Mel put down the pen in his hand, and then shook his head helplessly: "Writing poetry is so difficult, I have no inspiration!"

It has been more than ten days since I set out on the road, and I will soon enter the Kingdom of Fiery Torrents, but the poem I am going to send to Annie Inula has not been written yet.

Shaking his head, he looked at the sky in distress, lamenting in his heart: "Can I only be a patron like Marquis Arnaud?"

If Mel's troubles are just trivial things in life.

So at this moment in the Swan Castle, the two brothers Queensley Sunflower and Queensp Sunflower fell into endless resentment.

"The position of the Grand Duke... my position of the Grand Duke!" Queenslai, the chosen young master, hid in his room and drowned his sorrows with wine, "Why did I take the position of the Grand Duke so well and suddenly it was gone? Old Dragon Shadow Flame has no eyesight! Mr. Russell, you’re going too far!”

Last year, he also swore that with the support of the Fiery Torrent Kingdom, he would definitely win the election for the position of Grand Duke.

Even if he becomes a puppet of the kingdom, he is at least a noble duke!

Who would have thought that the Shadow Flame Dragon would not follow common sense and would secretly hook up with Russell.

"Don't even avoid people anymore!" Thinking of the Shadow Flame Volcano, the Shadow Flame Dragon not only did not refute the rumors with Russell, but even vaguely gave such prevarication and perfunctory words as "time will give all the answers."

Queensley shed tears of distress.

The dragon already has Russell in his heart. The Shadow Flame Dragon Blood Family is about to change its ways. He will soon be unable to even become a branch of the Shadow Flame!

Bang, Queenslai smashed a wine glass, took out another one, poured red wine, raised his head and took a big gulp.

at the same time.

In another room in the Neuschwanstein Castle, Queenslay's younger brother Queenspur also hid in the room and drank to drown his sorrows.

"Waste, waste, Queenslai, you loser didn't fight for the position of Grand Duke, but you came back to compete with me for the title of Swan Baron!" Queenspu gritted his teeth and scolded loudly, "Grandpa is also a waste, he clearly promised I will be the future baron..."

Once Queenslai competes for the position of Grand Duke, everything in the Sunflower family, including the hereditary title of Swan Baron, will be handed over to him to inherit.

He always dreamed that his eldest brother would become a grand duke.

As a result, now the eldest brother ran back in despair and took everything back. Everything that should have belonged to him has become a dream!

"Unless...grandfather dies and the brass dragon chooses me!" A thought suddenly flashed through Kunsp's mind.

Baron Quimbeef, who was traveling far away in the Red Castle and still had hopes for the son selection system, obviously did not know that his grandson had begun to curse him for his early death. He hoped to unite with the Earl of Osclo and resolutely opposed Russell's rise to power.

In the past, he looked down upon the stupid Osclo family, but now he had to take this step for the sake of his remaining hope.

No matter what.

Earl Osklo is not only stupid, but also mysteriously confident: "Sir Kunbif, don't be so anxious. If the dragon doesn't nod, it must shake its head. How could it choose Russell? That's just a cover!"

"From what I see, it doesn't look like a cover."

"You and old Merlin both underestimate the power of the contract. The dragon is always the patron saint of the Shadow Flame Dragon Blood Family. It will only choose the blood of the Shadow Flame Family!" At this point, Earl Osklo glanced at Kunbif and raised his mouth slightly.

Kunbif's bloodline has been alienated.

Only his son Augustus and Earl Merlin's grandson Mel can barely be regarded as orthodox members of the Shadow Flame Dragon Blood Family.

And his wife, Lady Kunli, is the eldest daughter, and Augustus is two years older than Mel.

So.

The result is obvious. After all the turmoil, the future Grand Duke position will still fall on Augustus.

"Others are not worthy!" Count Osklo still had confidence in his heart, "If the Shadow Flame Dragon really wanted to contract Russell, there would be no such nonsense... These flatterers of the Council of Elders don't understand the pride of the dragon at all!"

Seeing Osklo's expression, Baron Kunbif knew that he had made a wasted trip. He drank a sip of tea and said goodbye.

The sun was hot.

Just like his anxious mood at the moment: "The Red Castle is about to fall into the hands of outsiders. Merlin, a group of ambitious people, has begun to add fuel to the flames, and Osklo, a fool, is still dreaming in broad daylight!"

Sitting in the cold carriage made of special metal, Baron Kunbif felt very bitter: "Old man, I can't do it alone!"

...

"Eh, eh!"

In the tobacco potion field, the tobacco elf Neeko has been guarding the tobacco cordyceps that are breeding elf insects for half a month.

In the pergola not far away, Katie was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

Jerry, the red-eyed rat king, was lying in the shade, sleeping soundly with his mouth open. July had just entered the hot summer season. The volcanic oasis might be too hot to breathe, but the temperature in the warm enclave was suitable, and it was easy to fall asleep wherever you went.

This season, this climate, was perfect for sleeping.

"What's wrong, Nicole?" Katie woke up from her meditation and looked at Nicole.

In Nicole's hand, she was holding a fat, emerald green bug, with a warm jade texture. It was a newly bred tobacco fairy bug.

"Eh!" Nicole grinned and laughed.

Then she flew towards the cigar castle without looking back, and she wanted to share this joy with Russell immediately.