Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 683 - 389: The Birth of the Holy Dragon’s Eldest Grandson—Timid and Spineless? (Part 2)
Since the establishment of the Dragon Academy to this day, there have indeed been many successful cases. Some ancestral dragons have emerged, and these ancestral return dragons have naturally become the signature and benchmark of the Dragon Academy, attracting more Metallic Dragon Race members to send their offspring here.
Although the probability of ancestral return is extremely low, what if it’s their own child? Even taking ten thousand steps back, even if there isn’t an ancestral return, with the Dragon Academy’s education system and environment, the dragons that come out of it, whether in vision, combat, or survival skills, are much stronger than those wild dragons raised freely outside.
This is an absolutely no-loss, sure-win deal. Moreover, by sending their offspring to the Dragon Academy, adult dragons, who are supposed to fulfill their nurturing obligations, don’t have to stay by the nest anymore and can roam freely.
"What’s there to be so modest and courteous about? Stop evading!"
Noah, transformed into a giant dragon-man, sat on the throne,
"Fulfill your duties as a father. Since your child is afraid, guide him!"
"Let me try!"
Terramus exchanged a glance with his Yellow Jade Dragon mate, Brigit, before stepping forward. But before Terramus could verbally and gently coax his child out, he saw the Yellow Jade Dragon extend a dragon claw and gently poke along the crack in the Dragon Egg.
Snap—
The Dragon Egg, which was barely maintaining its egg shape, suddenly shattered into pieces. The hatchling hiding inside could no longer hide and was exposed under the gaze of several pairs of eyes in the grand hall.
With just one glance, Noah and Terramus, father and son, couldn’t help but smile, because the hatchling, now with no place to hide, had a form nearly ninety percent similar to a Golden Dragon.
The slight difference was that his scales had a crystal-clear jade-like texture, and from his head to tail, there was a long row of gemstone-like spines floating.
This is the most notable feature of the Yellow Jade Dragon, symbolizing their innate powerful spiritual energy. Clearly, Noah’s eldest grandson had also inherited spiritual energy from the Yellow Jade Dragon.
"Hic—"
Due to shyness and timidity, the little hatchling hid inside the Dragon Egg but was pulled out by his mother. Looking at the two dragons in front of him, who gave him an extremely strong sense of familiarity, he couldn’t help but nervously hiccup, then,
"Cezar Noah Helios La Borgia."
As the true dragon name was uttered, more information surged from the bloodline; not only did the two dragons in front of Cezer make him feel more familiar, but more importantly, the dragon standing at the highest point of the palace, overlooking him like an emperor, also made Cezer feel some affinity, his eyes a bit less fearful and apprehensive.
"Cezer, you were really too rude just now. Aren’t you going to pay your respects to your grandfather!"
Right after the hatchling revealed his true name, the Yellow Jade Dragon, Brigit, reproached immediately.
Upon hearing this, the scales between Terramus’ brows furrowed, he glanced at his mate without speaking. Noah waved his hand,
"No need for such formalities, let the child eat first, filling the stomach is the main priority!"
"I will feed him!"
This time, without waiting for the Yellow Jade Dragon mate to answer, Terramus took the initiative to say.
"No need to make it such a hassle!"
Brigit glanced, muttered, and whispered. Other dragon clan branches couldn’t quite understand the Metallic Dragon Race’s behavior of taking such care of offspring; the concepts of raising young dragons among the various dragon branches differ greatly.
However, the worst in this regard belongs to the Colorful Dragon Clan; the Metallic Dragon Race is slightly better than them, but not by much. Though the Colorful Dragon Clan can compensate with a high birth rate.
Noah glanced at his daughter-in-law, choosing to remain silent, simply watching with a warm smile as his second son fed his grandson. After watching for a while, Noah did not linger and took the initiative to leave.
Once Cezer was full and had fallen into a deep sleep, Terramus summoned several Dragon Elves, instructed them to guard well, then casually found an excuse to send Brigit away, finally arriving alone at the garden behind the palace.
"Father!"
A Golden Dragon of no more than fifteen meters in length coiled on the bridge corridor, lowering its head to gently smell the fragrance wafting from the flower bed. Upon hearing his offspring’s call, the Golden Dragon did not turn but looked at one of the flowers, reaching out a dragon claw to gently pluck it,
"How many mates do you have now?"
"Only five."
Terramus answered honestly.
"It seems that Crystal Dragon couldn’t escape your dragon claw either."
Noah turned his head, gazing at his offspring, with a look of inquiry in his gold-sun-like dragon eyes,
"From your tone, it seems you are not quite satisfied, how many more do you plan to find?"
"I can’t answer that question. If there’s a dragon kind I fancy, and they don’t reject my pursuit, then my mates might keep increasing."
In his calm tone, Terramus spoke of shocking words. Such a view of love among the Metallic Dragon Race could no longer be described as rebellious, but associably a true ’scum dragon.’
"I guess I understand why that Yellow Jade Dragon turned out this way."
Noah couldn’t help but sigh, then turned his head back to continue tending to the garden in front of him, though there wasn’t much room for him to tidy,
"Ultimately, it’s still your reason. However, you clearly won’t change this hobby of yours, so let’s keep Cezer here with me then. I’ll see if I can mentor him."
"Father, although Brigit would probably be overjoyed to hear you say that, my child’s nature is too timid, and he might not be suitable to stay with you."
Though Terramus is a scum, he is also responsible. He understands his father’s character well, and for the child’s recent performance, it would be false to say he wasn’t disappointed.
But there’s no other way; this is his child. If he fails to live up to expectations, then just provide him a relatively safe, stable, and happy environment, it’s better than excessive intervention.
"Are you worried that I will throw this child into Demon King City?"
"..."
Terramus remained silent, but silence represented an attitude.
"Don’t worry, I won’t do that again. I just think this child is too fragile, so I plan to let him read more books before entering the academy, broaden his horizons and insights. As long as he experiences enough things, courage and spirit can be honed."
"Just reading?"
Terramus breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"Of course, a child with such a nature is unsuitable for a harsh and fierce environment."
"Then Cezer is entrusted to you."
"Visit him often when you have time as well."
Noah instructed.
"I will."
After promising, Terramus hesitated for a moment and then chose to disclose some news,
"Camilla is also pregnant, it is estimated that in three to five years, she will lay a Dragon Egg for me."
"Isn’t Camilla a Crystal Dragon?"
Noah looked up at Terramus, eyes subconsciously revealing a surprised expression. The probability of a child born between a Cold Dragon Race member and a Fire Element Giant Dragon is, normally, one in a million. If either party’s lineage is slightly special, the difficulty doubles.
He thought that having his little daughter, Scadilo, was extremely fortunate, but when compared to this second son, Noah had to admit, with self-embarrassment.
It’s only been a few years, and he already has two children. If another hundred years pass, will this guy have enough progeny to form an army?
Of course, this is not necessarily a bad thing. The inheritance, continuation, and expansion of ancestral bloodline probably fall on this second son, the elder son and young daughter cannot be relied on, not at all.
"Yes, I was a bit surprised as well."
Terramus responded, then looked at his father before him and couldn’t help proposing a hypothesis,
"Father, could it be that your bloodline is too special, so..."
