Chapter 34 The Method of Raising a Dragon (Please read on, please vote with monthly tickets)

A gentle morning breeze caressed the leaves of the red maple trees, and a man and a woman stood before the weeping bronze dragon.

The man had a handsome and flawless face, and a tall, slender figure with long arms and a wasp waist.

His long, silver-white hair was tied up with an ice crystal hair clip, and a rhomboid ice crystal hung from his left earlobe. His skin was as pale as fresh snow, almost transparent. When he smiled, his breath condensed into tiny frost flowers in the air.

The woman beside him was beautiful, and her freckled cheeks always had a mischievous smile.

She had honey-colored skin, and her copper-colored curly hair was wrapped with a metallic ribbon.

They are the parents of the copper dragon Deborah. They appear to be human, but in reality, they are both mature dragons over two hundred years old. Metal dragons have an aesthetic preference for human appearances and often live in human form.

The man was the father of the bronze dragon, a silver dragon.

【Frost Mark】Adri.

The woman is the mother of a bronze dragon, a bronze dragon.

【Copper Flame】Serena.

The two did not loosen their clenched hands despite the crying of their offspring, as if they were truly in love and Deborah was merely an accident.

"The dignity of a metal dragon is just as important as its treasure."

"As a descendant of a metal dragon, you should be brave and resilient."

"Since you came back safely, it's not a big problem. Don't cry, crying won't solve anything."

Silver Dragon's father spoke.

The bronze dragon girl rolled her eyes at her partner and said unhappily, "Don't be so old-fashioned. Deborah was bullied by a dragon on her first adventure. It's normal for her to cry."

Regarding views on choosing a spouse.

The Copper Dragon highly values ​​its partner's wisdom and sense of humor, believing these to be key to a long-term relationship.

Creatures that can catch their puns, riddles, or pranks, or even turn the tables on them, and who have an appreciation for the art of language or are good at improvisation, are more likely to be appreciated by the Copper Dragon.

And these are things that the Silver Dragon Edley is not good at.

It is a rather stern and uninteresting silver dragon.

Even so, Serena still found it hard to refuse his pursuit; more accurately, it was Serena who was pursuing him.

—Silver Dragon is so handsome.

Among the many dragon species, the silver dragon is unparalleled in its appearance, and both males and females are highly sought after.

Getting back to the point, Serena smiled at her offspring and said, "My dear Deborah, what have you been through? Tell me in detail, so I can be happy."

My father was strict.

The mother even used herself for amusement.

Deborah cried even harder, sobbing and unable to speak.

Serena kicked a pebble at her feet, which bounced off and hit her daughter on the head. She chuckled and said, "Now it's riddle time—what makes you feel pain and sadness, but also makes you stronger?"

The copper dragon's love of riddles is innate.

Deborah stopped crying and hesitantly replied, "Failure?"

Serena snapped her fingers, blew a kiss through the air, and said happily, "You guessed right! Here's a kiss from your mother for you."

Having answered the riddle correctly and understood her mother's meaning, Deborah gradually calmed down and then told her everything.

"Red Iron Hybrid Dragon?"

Serena blinked and looked at her spouse.

Silver Dragon nodded slightly and said, "It is most likely the offspring of the Steel Queen and the Wings of Burning Mountains."

Examples of red dragons and iron dragons mating are rare. As far as the silver dragon knows, there is only one such pair in the Wilderness of Sel. Unexpectedly, they gave birth to a hybrid dragon, and according to Deborah's description, it is an excellent hybrid that has inherited the powerful characteristics of both of them.

"A dragon alone outside must have been driven away and is now struggling to survive on its own."

Silver Dragon shook his head slightly and said.

"How pitiful! Those evil dragons are truly outrageous."

"To be able to defeat Deborah, who is covered in alchemical artifacts, and to be so mentally mature, it must have endured many hardships."

Serena also sighed and said.

opposite.

Deborah, the copper dragon, opened her eyes wide.

That doesn't make sense.

That doesn't make sense.

Shouldn't you be furious? Why are you suddenly sympathizing with that despicable red iron dragon?

She could tell what her daughter was thinking.

The silver dragon said slowly, "Deborah, the reason why dragons are evil is partly due to their own heritage and personality, and partly due to their dragon life experiences."

"Your mother and I both believe that if a dragon can grow up in a world surrounded by kindness, it also has the opportunity to grow into a kind and righteous individual."

"Unfortunately, almost all evil dragons abandon their offspring, and the young dragons who struggle to survive alone suffer greatly. The evil in their hearts is amplified infinitely, their minds become twisted, and they become the evil beings we remember when they grow up."

Upon hearing this, Deborah fell silent, feeling a pang of sympathy for the poor dragon who had stolen her things.

Why is this happening? Shouldn't kinship and blood ties bring dragons closer together?

It asked.

Serena thought for a moment and said, "Abandonment, that's actually a way for evil dragons to raise their offspring."

"In battles of the same level, we metal dragons are often inferior to evil dragons because they have been fighting against cruel fate with their lives since they were young. Although the mortality rate is high, every evil dragon that grows up is a strong one, while we metal dragons are of varying quality."

Deborah paced back and forth, her tail swaying from side to side.

A few seconds later, it stopped and hesitated, "What should I do? Should I just swallow my anger and let it take my things?"

The silver dragon and the bronze dragon exchanged a glance and said, "Of course not."

"What you should do is defeat it, capture it, train it, and gradually transform it into a righteous dragon."

"Turning a dragon into a benevolent one is an achievement ten or a hundred times greater than simply defeating it."

Deborah's eyes lit up; she knew what she had to do.

"My dear father, give me some more powerful alchemical tools! I want to find it and reform it!"

The bronze dragon girl nuzzled her human-form father with her head, pleading and begging.

"Simply relying on alchemical tools is not the right way."

Silver Dragon said sternly, "You lack practical experience. I will harden my heart and train you personally for a period of time, then give you an alchemical tool and let you go out to handle your own affairs."

This failure also made Deborah realize her lack of practical experience.

It nodded without refuting.

Hemlock Hills.

Under the scorching midday sun, Garus, who had been training for a long time, lay resting on the rock slab, feeling languid. The training effect of using alchemical tools was very good, which put him in a good mood.

"It would be great if we could find other surplus metal dragons, or even steal another copper dragon."

Galos thought to himself, then closed his eyes and basked in the sun to sleep and rest.

Several days later.

Garros is having Samantha breathe fire on him to further increase his fire resistance.

Because Samantha was being held aloft by the treasure, it worked much harder than before. The dragon breath it spewed at Garos was both painful and pleasurable, a bittersweet experience. Its protective scales gleamed like branding irons under the impact and burning of its fiery dragon breath.

After a while,

Samantha was almost completely burned out; she collapsed to the ground, her tongue lolling out, panting heavily.

Garros plucked a buffer scale from his body. The branding color on it was slowly fading, but a trace of it remained at the very edge. It seemed that the buffer scales on his body were still evolving in some uncertain direction.

Click.

Suddenly, the ground and rocks in front of them cracked open.

Galos shifted his gaze and stared intently as a ground spider scurried out of the crack.

(End of this chapter)