Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 49: The Youth with an Explosive Mindset

"If possible, please take Noah’s Book to more places."

Noah did not hesitate when he heard the Silver Dragon’s request.

"That is exactly my hope. Those short-lived species still mired in ignorance and barbarism need your wisdom to enlighten them."

Rafael, hearing the Golden Dragon’s request, looked even more admiring, and a thought crept into his mind; could this be the reincarnation of a long-lost Dragon God from the annals of history?

"However, I’d like to offer a suggestion, or rather a request."

"Go ahead."

"Could you further refine the contents of Noah’s Book? What you just mentioned to me isn’t included in it.

These things shouldn’t be heard by me alone; more beings should be made aware. I believe the Elf Clan would greatly resonate with your ideas."

"Refine Noah’s Book? I do have such thoughts, though it will take some time. However, the contents recorded might not be accepted by everyone."

Noah pondered slightly and then responded.

The practice of crop rotation allows farmers and noble lords to tangibly feel increased wealth; nobody would refuse when they see a bountiful land.

The methods of composting and fermenting can turn city waste and ubiquitous filth into fertilizer for the fields, turning valueless or even harmful matter into beneficial substance, which can also be implemented.

These methods for gaining benefits can be promoted without facing resistance.

But the thoughts summarized by the sages, who lived more than two thousand years ago in a world dominated by wild beasts, and which exist solely in Noah’s memories, implementing and realizing them is not so easy.

Because this requires temperance; it requires restraint and true civilization to be promoted and implemented. Mere propaganda is not enough.

The desires in human hearts are frightening, as Noah has seen. For personal gain or temporary benefits, those who boast of being advanced or civilized races and nations can commit acts of extinction without hesitation, causing irreversible harm to the lands where their ancestors lived and thrived.

Unwilling to create or advance, they instead turn what should be abundant and obtainable into scarcity, neglecting descendants and race continuation, all for the sake of chasing profit.

These worms blinded by greed and selfishness dare to call themselves civilized. In Noah’s view, calling them barbarians would be flattering them.

"You should first enlighten these ignorant people. Whether they accept it or not, I think is not important, for a thousand years later, you can make everyone accept your ideas.

I, and some dragons I know, along with many other beings, would be willing to assist you."

Seeing the Silver Dragon before him, whose eyes were filled with longing and aspiration, Noah was taken aback; he hadn’t realized this fellow was an idealist.

Yet, the ideal kingdom envisioned by the sages indeed holds great allure. No matter how many eras pass, there are always ones who dive recklessly to realize the sages’ visions.

Unfortunately, in Noah’s eyes, the premise to construct such an ideal kingdom demands supreme authority and overwhelming might, suppressing the filthy desires within humans utterly, so they dare not show even a trace.

The difficulty of implementing this is astronomical, or perhaps it has no boundaries.

Currently, Noah doesn’t want to think so much. Talking about ideal kingdoms is indeed somewhat grandiose and vacuous. It is better for a dragon to be down-to-earth and progress step by step.

"Then I won’t disturb you further; I’m very much looking forward to your improved version of Noah’s Book."

When Noah agreed to further refine the book, Silver Dragon Rafael took the initiative to bid farewell.

"I do hope you can lower some of your expectations; that way, I’ll feel less pressure."

Noah rose to see him off.

"Encountering a Holy Dragon like you already brought me such joy; how could I possibly feel any disappointment?"

In the courtyard garden of the Dragon Nest, the Silver Dragon was unreserved in his praise and admiration for Noah.

"Holy Dragon!"

Noah’s heart skipped a beat. Honestly, he just wanted to eat a few more fruits but ended up being labeled a Holy Dragon. The title sounds impressive, but it’s too heavy. After all, he was just a Young Dragon.

"You don’t need to accompany me further."

At the entrance, the illustrious and flawless Silver Moon Elf slightly bowed, his gleaming silver hair falling elegantly. His noble demeanor was something even the Golden Dragon couldn’t help but admire.

Sadly, this perfect High Elf form only lasted until the Silver Dragon’s final step out of the garden.

Once Rafael left the garden, her form began to diminish rapidly before one’s eyes, unveiling a different kind of extreme beauty.

Watching all this, Noah’s brow furrowed slightly. Although aware of some of the Silver Dragon’s inappropriate habits, seeing it firsthand stirred indescribable feelings within him.

Upon this thought, the sense of achievement in orally convincing an adult Silver Dragon also waned considerably. After all, the Silver Dragon’s peculiarities were beyond Noah’s acceptance. Golden Dragons have no such playstyles.

As Noah watched the Silver Dragon depart, he was about to return to the nest to publish the second edition of Noah’s Book, but just as he turned, he froze.

This was because he perceived a more familiar aura coming from the city at the mountain’s foot, coincidentally intersecting with the descending Silver Dragon.

"Well, this is indeed quite a coincidence!"

Watching the dawning eastern sky, Noah muttered, deciding against rushing back to the nest, instead opting to wait quietly.

Before long, a tall and burly young figure appeared within the Golden Dragon’s sight, energetically entering the garden, his flushed face resembling that of a beast in heat.

"Noah, guess who I just met?"

Without waiting for the reclining Golden Dragon to respond, Tidel eagerly presented the answer,

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"How do you know it was a Silver Dragon?"

Noah’s expression turned subtle, though the young man engrossed in his enthusiasm didn’t notice.

"Besides the Dragon Species, who else could possess such flawless looks and impeccable demeanor?"

Tidel exuded confidence,

"Even the most noble Royals among the Elf Clan couldn’t possess such, the only other being I can think of is your mother."

"So, what’s exciting about that?"

Noah’s dragon eyes grew deeper in hue.

"A Silver Dragon, that’s a Silver Dragon! I heard among the Metallic Dragon Race, they are the most likely to spark a romance with humans..."

"Are you planning to change your sexual orientation?"

The Golden Dragon interrupted the increasingly excited young man with a peculiar gaze.