"My father has already agreed for to go to the Capital with him."
The young man who ca to bid farewell had a face that was hard to read, whether it was happiness or worry, but Noah could see the young man's anticipation for this journey to the Imperial City.
"That's good news!"
Noah held an encouraging and supportive attitude towards the young man's journey.
"Do you want to co with us?"
Tidel suddenly asked a question Noah hadn't expected.
"No."
Noah's answer was quite decisive.
"Why not?"
"My current form is not suitable."
"My mother has Transformation Technique scrolls."
"Not needed."
Noah expressed resistance, though Golden Dragons do enjoy mingling with human-like civilizations, he had no intention of going out right now.
Every Golden Dragon has a life span of six thousand years, and right now, he is in the most vulnerable stage of a dragon's life. He can wait until he's older, and when the power in his bloodline has been mostly unlocked, to explore the outside world.
The strange and wondrous sceneries etched in inherited mories did attract him, but he cherishes his long life more in comparison.
In Noah's eyes, the Dragon Nest is the safest place, and before becoming a juvenile dragon, he definitely won't leave the Dragon Nest unless there is a safer option.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm too young. Don't even think about it; your father wouldn't agree either."
"Alright, I thought you would agree."
Seeing Noah's firm attitude, Tidel could only leave disappointedly.
However, three days later, a group of knights appeared outside the Dragon Nest's garden, and Casius and his son Tidel both ca to Noah.
"Noah, I'm preparing to set off to the Capital, and this trip will take about two months."
The young man's face carried the reluctance of parting, as well as a bit of sadness.
"Go on, rember to bring back so specialties from the Capital."
Noah opened his mouth wide, yawned, and felt no reluctance. If he wanted, he could sleep through the two months with a blink of an eye.
"Alright, I went over to the River Valley these past few days and got you so pearls. Save them and eat; I'll catch so river mussels for you when I get back."
The young man readily agreed and then took out a large leather pouch from his waist. As the pouch opened, round pearls were revealed one by one.
"How many river mussels did you fish out to choose these?"
Noah extended his dragon claw, pinched a pearl, and looked at its sowhat roundness, his gaze couldn't help but linger on the young man's body. Such specifications of pearls could already be used as jewelry.
"He's been at the riverbank these days; I just called him over."
Casius spoke, while casting a veiled glance at his son, with a hint of resentnt. Interacting long-term with dragons, one cannot gain recognition with such lowly behavior.
"Hehe, I promised to bring you a batch of larger and rounder pearls to satisfy you."
Tidel showed a sowhat silly smile, in Noah's eyes.
"What about the pearls you didn't pick?"
"You said they weren't good enough, didn't you?"
"I'm not that picky with food."
"They're all here."
The young man took out all the hard-earned result of the past few days, but Noah's eyes fell on the young man's belt, which was a piece of storage equipnt.
"You finally got this belt from your mother."
"Haha, after all, I'm going to the Capital, right? How could she not give it to ?"
Noah's gaze turned to the small hill of pearls mixed with shell fragnts before him, and ripples arose in his dark golden dragon eyes.
"Noah, after we leave, the Knight Order stationed outside will camp at the foot of the mountain. Although there aren't many dangerous creatures around, if you have any needs, you can tell them, and they will carry them out."
Casius spoke, and Noah followed his words, looking towards the knights outside the garden. These knights in black armor, even their mounts, were clad in iron armor, all slightly bowing to show respect.
Even without looking at the equipnt, just from the murderous aura and iron-blooded spirit emanating from the knights, Noah could judge that they were elite from the Pioneer Knights.
Even the loss of one would make this lord who seems as if cast from steel heartache for a long ti because the minimum entry for the Pioneer Knights is Silver High Rank, with the potential to advance to Radiant Gold.
"It's not really necessary; I won't leave the Dragon Nest."
"Just in case."
Noah had nothing to respond to, and after chatting with the young man for a while, he watched as his foster father, the Great Lord, took his ineffectual son and left for the Capital, naturally with another Knight Order accompanying.
Two months for a dragon in the hatchling phase truly passes quickly, even for a dragon like Noah who often resists his instincts.
Because for more than half of the ti, he was sleeping, and even when awake, he would just swallow a few gemstones, chew so pearls, or try the high rank monster at in the freezer. Once was satiated with food and drink, he'd read for a while, then sleep again, waking to continue in such a cyclical routine.
"They should be back soon."
Noah calculated the ti, whispering softly.
He had planned many policies in his mind, intending to offer so suggestions to his foster father.
In the world where he was born, though those transcendent beings standing at the pinnacle of the world wield power akin to the Divine, the Wisdom Races' level of civilization developnt was not remarkable.
"Let take a nap!"
The warm sunshine, suitable temperature, and refreshing breeze filled with floral fragrance easily aroused drowsiness. It must be said, the location of the Dragon Nest chosen by his parents was indeed excellent.
As Noah slept soundly, entering the realm of dreams, the World Tree standing rooted in the nebulae, radiant and surrounded by nurous divine halos, stood before him once again.
Entwined around the Golden Tree, Noah's gaze was quickly drawn to a root because on this stream, a wild torrent was rising, and on the surging waves, he saw a familiar figure.
Casius Augustus
His foster father, this towering man, was at this mont walking through the air above a grand city, his black hair dancing in the fierce winds under the dusky sky, and electric light flashed across the black heavy armor engraved with Runes.
This Great Lord now displayed a montum Noah had never seen before, powerful and sharp, like a Divine Weapon revealing its edge, even the city beneath his feet appeared small, as if it might Shatter under his feet.
Torrential winds roared around, and the thunder that extended for thousands of ters exploded beside him, but as this man reached out his hand, the shattered and explosive electric light gathered towards his palm, forming an overwhelmingly dazzling Thunder Spear in his hand...
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