Evil dragon has a warm heart

"""

The moment Dragon Breath warmed his body, Lord Dyson couldn’t contain his joy, a surge of excitement overwhelming him from the inside out, so intense he felt like trembling.

Peat Dragon Howard had chosen him!

Even if it wasn’t to ride him.

But he was about to become the master of Golden Prairie, the new Baron Gold, residing in the Golden Top Castle he had coveted day and night.

Earl Osclo and the rest were as jubilant as if they had defeated a formidable foe.

"It’s all in vain," Earl Osclo beamed with happiness, "Peat Dragon Howard had already chosen Dyson, Dyson is the true heir to Davis!" But it was only because Lord Russell was glaring at him with malice that he didn’t dare to celebrate excessively.

Madam Quenly, her face slathered with thick foundation, also joined in the celebration: "Dyson should inherit everything of Golden Prairie!"

She then spoke to her daughter-in-law Davin with haughty assurance, "With the support of the Willow Clan, what do you have to worry about!" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Davin glanced at her overbearing mother-in-law and then at her brother, who had received the Peat Dragon’s approval, and a smile appeared on her face: "Praise Lord Howard."

Then she looked no more at her own mother-in-law.

On the other side, Dai Aina’s face remained tense, as she fought back the tears in her eyes.

Lady Robi gently approached, embraced her daughter, and held her in her arms, as if she’d already seen through this choice.

Having lived with Davis for over a decade, she was equally familiar with the Peat Dragon, how could she not know that Dyson was the heir chosen by both Davis and the Peat Dragon—her previous deference to her husband’s decision was also a tacit recognition of her helplessness.

An heir who wasn’t recognized by the family’s Bipedal Flying Dragons, how could he inherit everything of the domain?

Suddenly.

Dai Aina broke free from Lady Robi’s embrace and pointed at the Peat Dragon, which had already turned back and was preparing to continue lying on the gravesite.

She said aloud, "Peat Dragon, I hate you!"

And then she ran off with all her might.

The Peat Dragon froze for a moment, but promptly returned to its previous state, lying on the lawn and resting with its eyes closed, no longer paying attention to the outside world.

Lord Russell watched the Peat Dragon, not very satisfied with its choice.

However, he didn’t force the Peat Dragon, for with the pride of a Bipedal Flying Dragon, even if he killed it, it might not change its choice. And he couldn’t possibly call for its death over this matter.

After all.

The very existence of Golden Prairie, the survival of all its vassals, was built upon the power of the Peat Dragon.

For the Peat Dragon’s choice, Lord Russell had no choice but to respect it.

Of course, those three Bipedal Flying Dragons that liked to assist Osclo in his tyranny, Lord Russell was not at all lenient when it came to cutting them down.

...

After the heir was chosen, Lord Dyson had to tour the domain as the heir, concluding the last part of the funeral.

Hereafter, the Golden Prairie would change hands, with Dyson Golden Top Mushroom inheriting everything, including the vast Warm Enclave, the grand and majestic Golden Top Castle, as well as the title of Baron Gold.

Lord Russell didn’t attend the subsequent castle transition and the division of properties.

Such trivial matters were naturally left to his father, Mr. Luo Man, and Lord Roland, to fight for on behalf of Mrs. Roby and Cousin Dai Aina.

Dai Aina, who had run out crying, hadn’t gone far before the servants brought her back.

And after a good cry, Dai Aina was no longer sad but actively packed her belongings, wanting to leave Golden Top Castle as soon as possible.

"Father has me not in his heart, so I won’t be sad for him anymore," Dai Aina said, "Mother, I already have a new name, just call me ’Dai Aina,’ no need to call me ’Dai Aina Golden Top Mushroom’ anymore."

She chose to cut ties completely, including the noble surname inherited from Baron Davis.

Although Dai Aina could whimsically give up everything, Aunt Robi could not renounce the wealth of Golden Top Castle.

Public property belonged to the family and would go to Lord Dyson.

But her dowry from years ago, as well as the private property of Golden Top Castle, would naturally be taken with her, leaving not a penny behind.

"Great-aunt, you and my sister can rest assured and stay in Golden Top Castle," Lord Dyson came right away to curry favor, "Even though I will inherit the title of Baron, I can still build another mansion outside the castle to reside in."

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"I will not stay here. Anything that belongs to my daughter and me will be taken away. Of course, you can rest assured that I will not take a single cent that does not belong to us," Mrs. Roby replied calmly, then began to flip through the account books.

Lady Meryl, Aunt Clara, even Lady Ingrid, as well as Lola, were all helping Mrs. Roby with the accounts.

Roland was even busier, visiting various estates to separate the private and public assets of Golden Top Castle.

Baron Roman, mindful of his dignity, did not personally deal with the financial matters of Golden Top Castle but strolled outside the castle with Russell.

"With Osclo gone, Golden Top Castle has become even more boring," Baron Roman lamented, "At least with him around, we could have a few arguments to entertain ourselves. Especially seeing the ridiculous posture of his family’s three-headed dragon, it was simply laughable."

The Three-headed Bipedal Flying Dragon, grievously wounded by a single sword slash from his own son.

This would undoubtedly become the biggest joke in the Gravel Domain.

Only Earl Oskolo and his wife, accustomed to spitting in the face of disgrace, could feel good about themselves after Dyson was officially declared the heir, believing they had bested Baron Roman and his son once—an earlier defeat, now a victory, a draw in the end.

The Willow Clan’s journey was not in vain!

"It’s a pity the Peat Dragon did not choose my cousin," said Russell, "Otherwise, this trip would have been perfect."

"Not choosing Diana is exactly what makes it perfect," Baron Roman replied with a slight smile, having a different opinion, "Our Fluorescent Fungi Family has both father and son as Flying Dragon Knights, and you’ve even ascended to the mythical title of Dragon Domain Lord. We’re already too high-profile."

Russell remained noncommittal.

Baron Roman continued: "At Davis’s funeral, you surpassed Osclo’s three-headed dragon, showcasing the strength of the Fluorescent Fungi Family; and by leaving the choice to the Peat Dragon, you’ve undoubtedly shown respect to the Golden Cap Family..."

Inside and out, it could be said that the Fluorescent Fungi Family won decisively.

"But after Dyson assumes his position, Augustus will have one more supporter," Russell pointed out.

"Not necessarily," said Baron Roman, narrowing his eyes, "I have observed Dyson. He’s very pragmatic and unlikely to tie himself exclusively to the Willow Clan’s chariot. Osclo and Augustus are both useless. After being humiliated by you like that, they have no hope of winning the election. Can’t Dyson see that?"

Seemingly echoing Baron Roman’s gaze.

That very night, before Russell had even retired, he received a visitation request from Lord Dyson.

"Do you have business with me?" Russell accepted Dyson’s visit, his demeanor quite neutral, neither warm nor deliberately aloof.

"Lord Russell, I am really sorry to disturb you at such a late hour," Dyson’s attitude was very enthusiastic, even bordering on respect, as he used honorific terms, "It’s just that I heard you are leaving tomorrow..."

"Get to the point," Russell said.

Dyson organized his words: "Here’s the thing, I learned from Lord Roland that when you ascended to the title of Dragon Domain Lord, you opened up the Warm Enclave Leize. From Glowing Valley to Blackflame Plains and then to Leize, it is almost becoming contiguous, getting closer and closer to my Golden Prairie..."

He paused.

Dyson earnestly said, "I was wondering, why don’t we jointly develop a trade route between our territories? The Golden Prairie is rich in resources, and as Blackflame Plains and Leize are being developed, they will certainly need a large number of goods. A trade route could facilitate the exchange of supplies."

"Establish a trade route?" Russell’s eyebrows rose.

When choosing the hatching area for the Black Oil Dragon Egg, Russell had already considered using his territory to connect Glowing Valley with Golden Prairie.

But his territory had not expanded to its limit yet, and discussing the opening of trade routes was premature.

He hadn’t expected Dyson to take the initiative to suggest it.

Seeing Russell’s interest, Dyson’s smile grew even warmer: "Lord Russell, the Golden Prairie can fully bear all the costs of opening the trade route, and this would also be my congratulatory gift for your ascension as Dragon Domain Lord!"

"Such a gift is too valuable," Russell exclaimed.

"Compared to my desire to get to know you, it’s not valuable at all!" Dyson replied, "Without your approval, even if Lord Howard acknowledges me, I wouldn’t be able to secure my position as heir... In short, the Golden Cap Family wishes to maintain friendly relations with your family for generations to come!"

"This..." Russell was truly at a loss for words.

His father had just said during the day that Dyson was unlikely to align himself irrevocably with the Willow Clan, and by night, Dyson had come to express his intention to pledge allegiance.

The turn of events was so swift that Russell couldn’t help but reflect on the nature of nobility!

However, since the other party was so straightforward, Russell didn’t intend to beat around the bush and directly asked, "I support Mel. Whom do you support?"

Taken aback by Russell’s direct question, Dyson bit the bullet and firmly stated, "I also support Chosen Son Mel!"

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