Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 45 Mythical Race

"How much of the conversation did you hear just now?"

Watching the retreating figure of his stepmother, Noah looked at the Little Flower Spirits in the garden. Their presence was so negligible that both he and his stepmother had overlooked them.

"Didn’t hear much."

A timid voice of a Little Flower Spirit rose up, but it was quickly overshadowed by another more assertive voice,

"I heard nothing."

"That’s right, I didn’t catch it either."

"We know nothing."

Noah stared at the group of Little Flower Spirits. Their personalities, preferences, and intelligence were diverse, rivaling any Wisdom Species.

"Regardless of how much you heard, not a word is to be leaked, or else, hmph!"

The young dragon only let out a nasal grunt without continuing, as there were plenty of clever little Flower Spirits who would surely understand.

"What bloodline did my stepfather awaken?"

After warning the Flower Spirits, Noah started contemplating on his own.

The recent conversation set his mind wandering. As humans who could walk alongside a Golden Dragon and be entrusted with duties by them, it was a testament to their remarkable traits. Mere good character wouldn’t compel a Golden Dragon to entrust their offspring.

His stepmother, being naturally superior as a spellcaster with outstanding talent, earning the favor of a Golden Dragon was understandable. But what about his stepfather?

The status of close combat professionals is something those in the know understand. Yet at that time, not only did his stepfather easily win over a spellcaster with excellent talent of the same realm, but he also gained the high recognition of a Golden Dragon.

For technically, Noah’s parents entrusted him to Casius, not his stepmother. It was only because they were together that Selena shared this responsibility and trust.

The only answer was his stepfather’s awakened bloodline, which could shatter all prejudice against close combat professionals, break down racial barriers, and even catch the eye of the proudest Golden Dragons.

"Titan?"

The answer naturally seemed obvious; after all, the Storm Giants had already been eliminated. What other mythic race besides Titans could fit the bill?

Though unbelievable, this was the answer that made all the illogical things become logical.

Why did his stepfather, even without achieving a breakthrough, could single-handedly resist against Legends through his bloodline?

Why was his stepfather, only an Extreme Intent at the time, like an Ancient Dragon, almost incapable of reproduction, having to depend on the unpredictable outcomes of the Great Prayer Technique to leave behind offspring?

"Truly unbelievable, where did the Augustus family get Titan bloodline from?"

Although many previously illogical issues now seemed reasonable, the greatest inconsistency emerged.

This was a question that left Noah unable to find a rational explanation, and presumably, even his biological parents couldn’t answer it.

Because Titans are a legendary race, all deeds related to Titans are now part of ancient myths, even for the Dragon Clan.

Such a mythic race still having bloodline circulating in the Material Realm, and carried by humans, indeed seemed unbelievable.

"However, currently only my stepfather inherited the bloodline, and Tidel shows no signs of awakening, so it’s almost as good as severed!"

Pressing down the unanswerable question, Noah assessed the current situation and couldn’t help but shake his head.

Even his stepfather’s awakening was of no use; speaking of mixed bloodline, even this incomplete lineage couldn’t be continued.

The splendor of Titans was destined to remain unreproduced, at least in his Material Realm and the surrounding planes.

For even in his hereditary memories, descriptions related to Titans were mere fragments, which meant no Ancient Golden Dragon had seen Titans in recent tens of thousands of years.

Even the longest-lived True Dragon Species could only confirm the existence of the Titan mythic race; as for where to meet them, no dragon knew.

"Ha—choo—"

As Noah delved into relevant descriptions in his heritage, a leisurely, sleepy-looking young man yawned and stretched, emerging from the Dragon Nest like a brown bear freshly woken from hibernation.

"Awake?"

"Yes."

The young man, still looking a bit dazed, replied.

"Did you have a good sleep?"

"I haven’t slept so comfortably in a long time."

The night breeze blowing through the mountain forests carrying the rich fragrance of flowers, and in the distance, the mountains bathed in the afterglow of the sunset came into view. The young man felt utterly relaxed.

"Since you’ve slept well, go gather pearls for me quickly then!"

Noah’s tail flicked gently, yet there was a booming sound like thunder in the air, for a dragon’s tail strike is always their most powerful attack.

"What?"

Tidel didn’t react for a moment.

"Did you forget your promise to gather three thousand pounds of pearls personally for me?"

"Of course, I haven’t forgotten, but isn’t it already dark now?"

The young man recalled the compensation he agreed to upon entering the Dragon Nest, his expression immediately turned bitter, and he pointed to the star-lit night sky.

"What? Does Radiant Gold fear the night?"

"Of course not."

Tidel replied instinctively.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Noah squinted his eyes,

"It’s been awhile since I tasted the pearls you gathered for me."

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At this, the young man stopped making excuses. At once, a glow of Fighting Spirit burst from within him, causing his luxurious clothes to flap wildly.

"I want it gathered by your own hands."

"Certainly, I wouldn’t trust anyone else."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man had already taken to the air, flying low towards the foot of the mountain.

"Tsk, not conserving at all."

Watching the young man disappear from sight, Noah muttered.

A warrior at the Gold Rank could already rid themselves of gravity’s pull through accumulated and once-transformed Fighting Spirit, but their flight was not lasting and couldn’t compare to spellcasters, though this changes after reaching Extreme Intent.

"Why couldn’t he have inherited some Titan bloodline? Even a little bit would have been nice!"

Looking down in the direction the young man left, the Golden Dragon gazed at the city below, lost in thought, and suddenly lamented.

Titans, a race that could rival the All Gods, even in the memories of the Dragon Clan, there wasn’t a mention of Titans falling to old age.

Even a small inheritance of bloodline could allow one’s lifespan to rival that of the elves, a Longevity Species.

But no, the young man was purely human, a bloodline so pure it irked the Golden Dragon, given how fragile humans are.

Humans who ascend to Gold rank have a theoretical lifespan of only one hundred eighty years, and even achieving Extreme Intent only doubles it, though the reality is usually shorter.

For True Dragon Species, such a life span was simply too short.