Chapter 388: Chapter 242: Dragon Mother_2

“The most famous architects, the best chefs, the most beautiful enslaved women, the most loquacious bards, and the craftiest dealers—don’t be afraid to spend money, get them all over from the New World.”

“In six years, I want to see a proper city here by the seaside, where the miners from Montero can earn their money and spend it all without taking a cent home, understand?”

He was preparing to slowly transform the town, which had risen due to the crystal mines, into an otherworldly version of Las Vegas.

“Ah?” Patricio always felt like his boss was giving him a hard time.

Silvia, on the other hand, responded without any hesitation, “As you wish, if I encounter any difficulties, I’ll seek advice and assistance from the ’Tanyas’ and our kin. I believe they are even more eager to see this come to fruition than we are.”

Yet, in her heart, she felt a little shy thinking: After another six years, I will almost be entering adulthood, and then I can… lay eggs…

“Silvia understands me best,” David said, gently tapping the little Blue Dragon’s head with the tip of his tail.

Seeing such an obedient and well-behaved Blue Dragon child bride, he, a wily old Red Dragon, couldn’t help but feel an inexplicable sense of guilt.

After all, he was an outsider, a Red Dragon, and he had never planned on providing a dowry for the Olivalyres clan.

Once his ’Solar Gathering Divine Power’ was complete—no, once the Tokamak Fortress was built, and he created a dragon-made sun, even Patrice, the legendary Blue Dragon, would have to bow down to him!

By then, the wealth that these Blue Dragons had taken from him would still ultimately belong to him, David the Dragon—the wealth and the dragons themselves.

After all, the vast majority of Dragons were just hoarders of treasure who knew nothing but to guard their wealth. David wasn’t worried about these Blue Dragons sharing the profits from Montero Town—they were simply holding it for him temporarily.

“Right, don’t follow me when I go into my deep sleep, and don’t let any Blue Dragon come close.”

David issued such an order before flying towards the open-air Dragon Nest that the miners had just finished creating for him, under the watchful yet hesitant gaze of Silvia.

Originally, Patricio thought that David just wanted to be left alone out of [Arrogance] and didn’t want to be disturbed.

But soon after David had gone to sleep, not only Patricio but also the other great Dragons and miners currently excavating crystal stones were shocked to witness a very eerie phenomenon.

The normally turbulent sandstorms of the monsoon season seemed to calm down as they swept past that Dragon Nest.

It was as if the sand and gravel in that area had lost the gravity of the Earth’s core and had become lethargic.

And with better eyesight, Patricio, and even Sebriz, the Silver Dragon hitched to his chariot, saw a desert lizard drifting across the desert. As it approached the Dragon Nest, its movements slowed down visibly, relaxing to the naked eye.

Unable to “walk” far, the lizard gave up dashing off to find a cooler cave.

Initially, it would lift its four legs in turn to avoid absorbing too much heat due to the fear of becoming too hot.

Gradually, the lizard became too lazy to lift its legs and contentedly closed its eyes, even ignoring its body gradually drying out on the sand heated to sixty or seventy degrees, until…

Even its heart became too lazy to beat.

Sloth

“…What exactly is this ability? Magic? Or Mystlock?” The two Dragons, who had grown fond of each other over time, looked at each other, bewildered.

Was this what David meant by ’don’t come close to him’?

They could scarcely imagine that if they were that desert lizard, they would suffer the same fate.

As Dragons, they certainly wouldn’t be killed by hot sand, but entering deep sleep without any food reserves was a dangerous act.

Sebriz, the Frenzied Dancing Monk, had all his scales stand on end from the anxiety.

This bizarre ability of David’s was like a natural bane to his quick and agile profession!

From that day on, the temporary Dragon Nest where David was sleeping became a forbidden zone to the entire Montero mining area and the entire Olivalyres domain.

At first, there were still gamblers who didn’t believe in curses and approached the forbidden zone because of bets.

But as they were engulfed by the lazily drifting sand, they never came out again.

Gradually, rumors about this forbidden zone began to spread throughout the Kutaro Desert with the rise of Montero Town, and eventually transforming into bardic tales that spread with the ships to the New World, Granyel.

Eventually, even Nifadora, the Green Dragon in Central Earth in charge of managing Port of Wallens, heard about this rumor.

However, when the sudden emergence of the crystal digging craze in the Kutaro Desert, a forbidden area, combined with the rise of the new town, Montero, these pieces of information came together, Nifadora knew that this was most likely David’s doing again.

Only David, her mate and the Red Dragon she had sworn to follow, could possess such initiative and distinguished influence.

It was almost as if every place he went to, he changed it fundamentally, as if radiating Mana Energy.

Nifadora couldn’t help but pinch the extra flesh that had suddenly increased around her waistline, feeling a mix of happiness and distress. Has he entered a period of hibernation again? Six years later, when we meet again, I wonder if it will be a surprise or a shock to him…

Yes, she was pregnant with the Dragon Eggs sired by David…

To be more precise, not only her but also the participants in that impulsive day—her, her sister Shadila, and even Lizrite—none of them could ’escape’…

There’s no helping it; dragons’ ability to reproduce is just so domineering.

Every one of them conceived on the first try.

To the point that all the measures David took after regaining his senses seemed somewhat superfluous.

In six years, David, as a father, would most likely not be able to witness their hatching.

But for the Chromatic Dragons, this was nothing out of the ordinary:

The Hatchlings of the Chromatic Dragons are always raised solely by the mother.

It’s just, considering that the children’s father has at least half of the Silver Dragon bloodline, one couldn’t help wondering what his expression would be like when he returns to the New World in six years and sees Dragon children all over the place.

Just thinking about this, Nifadora’s face showed traces of regret, anticipation, and anxiety.

Because, as David’s spouse and confidante, she knew that twelve years later, there would probably be a tough fight concerning the High Elves.

She wasn’t worried about the High Elves, but about the Dragon Mad Lock, which David mentioned could be summoned to Elariya at any time.

She really didn’t want to see the scene of their children going mad and killing each other.

Perhaps, by that time, I can send the children to the Astral Plane in advance? Nifadora thought to herself.

But she was somewhat uncertain about whether the Sed Ponga family David mentioned was reliable and whether they would accept their bloodline, which was not purely Sed Ponga.

After all, she had heard that some Dragon families, in order to maintain the purity of their lineage, would strictly enforce inbreeding to ensure the inheritance of certain Dragon lineages.

Meanwhile, Nifadora, whose figure was becoming increasingly ’plump,’ as a mother dragon, already began to consider the origin and future of the next generation three years ahead of time.

Just then, she saw Lizrite, who was also slightly out of her usual shape but still full of energy, swooping in to feast voraciously. While eating, she started to complain to Nifadora, “Ah! How boring! The local Noble rebels at Luervaden are so weak it’s laughable. I need the purification of a tough battle; I want to see rivers of blood! If I’d known, I would’ve stayed with Sed Ponga and continued with David’s kinsmen on those planar plundering escapades.”

Nifadora couldn’t help but admonish her right away, “There’s still a year and a half until the due date; why don’t you stay off the battlefield for now?”

Mainly because she knew this Red Dragon all too well, who would frequently engage in [Bloodscale Fury] and enter a state of fierce combat.

And she wondered if being so hot-tempered during pregnancy would affect the next generation…

“How could I do that! Both I and David Uthos are Red Dragons! Red Dragons… should be born in blood and fire to come out stronger! Ah, I just heard from that coward Klinsmann that those High Elves on the northern front are getting restless again. I’m going to pretend to be David Uthos and scare them off, HAHAHAHA!”

Lizrite, who had barely settled into the Dragon Nest, soon darted off again, leaving Nifadora shaking her head in dismay.

One could almost predict that the children of this Red Dragon would most likely be ’the purest Red Dragons.’

Only her sister Shadila, whom Nifadora had commanded to stay in the nest and give birth in peace without leaving, watched Lizrite’s retreating figure with eyes full of envy.

The carefree days of her youth were truly gone forever.

She always felt that she was still the Dragon child who once disguised herself as a statue to scare her sister and David Uthos…

How was it that she was about to become a Dragon Mother herself…

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