Arthurs finally landed on the top of the mountain where Xia Lan and the others were. He flicked his dragon wings, which were wrapped in arcs of electricity, and looked down at everyone for a long time with his deep, emerald green dragon eyes, which were as transparent and crystal as gemstones. Finally, he stretched out his front paws and scratched his chest, then asked Xia Lan, "Xia Lan, did you touch my butt while I was sleeping?"

Hearing this, Xia Lan's face darkened, "No."

"Am I dreaming?" Arthurs swung his tail, quickly shrank his body, flew to Xia Lan's shoulder and sat down.

"Did you guys touch my butt?" Arthurs turned his gaze to the people behind Xia Lan.

"No..." Everyone shook their heads and immediately denied it.

"It seems I was dreaming, but that hand is really obscene."

While Arthurs was talking to himself, he didn't notice that Kanni was nervous and had a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, so he quickly found a topic.

"I think it would be a good place to build the palace. Not only can we see the scenery of the Dolon Mountains behind us, but in the future we can also overlook the entire city."

"Don't worry, other things are still not happening. By the way, Arthurs, have you become a alien dragon?" Xia Lan asked Arthurs on his shoulder.

"I don't know either, but there is one more element under my control, thunder." Arthurs said uncertainly.

"You are half a storm dragon. When you use these elements to control the celestial phenomena in the future, you may be able to evolve into a real alien storm dragon. However, with your current qualifications, you are no worse than an alien dragon." Xia Lan said, looking at Arthurs on his shoulder.

The reason why alien dragons have a greater chance of breaking through to become ancient dragons is because they are more powerful than dragons of the same age. For example, Arthurs, who is still a young dragon now, is about the same size as a young dragon. When he is old, he will have almost god-level strength, making it easier for him to break through.

If Arthurs could evolve once more, breaking through to become an ancient dragon would be a 100% chance, but the possibility of this happening is very small.

"Go to Stormland more often in the future. There are not only potions there that can be exchanged for gold coins, but it may also help you become stronger." But after talking for a long time, this guy only remembered to exchange for gold coins.

"If Lord Blue Dragon likes gold coins, I know a good place." The old man Kanepali walked forward and said, rubbing his hands nervously.

"On the seabed of the Homecoming Bay northeast of Boravice, there are many shipwrecks washed up by storms and ocean currents. There should be many good things in them." Upon hearing this, Arthurs' eyes lit up and he asked Kanepali about the Homecoming Bay.

Seeing that Kanepali's attention was completely attracted by Arthurs, Xia Lan had no interest in continuing the conversation. Seeing that the sun was about to set, she decided to return to the Silver Deer first.

At this time, by the Emerald River, Goode and others had returned from hunting. More than a dozen wild deer were skinned and hung on the grill, and the firewood they had found was placed under the grill with the venison skewered on it.

When night fell, the bonfire party next to the Silver Deer began. After experiencing life and death along the way, we could finally relax.

Grilling the fish caught by Volor and drinking the wine brewed by Kannepal, everyone sang, danced and laughed to celebrate the birth of the Kingdom of Faox.

Arthurs, who used dragon magic to increase his size to that of an adult, hugged Kanni, who had drunk unconsciousness, and poured the wine from the barrel into his mouth.

"Long live the Kingdom of Faox, long live the King!"

The confused Kahneman and Red Worm walked up to Arthurs with their arms around each other, raising their ceramic bowls to toast him.

“Ugh~”

Arthurs spit out a puff of blue flames, knocked the two men down with the wine barrel, and drank from it again.

"Levitate, levitate..." Delane grabbed a deer leg and waved it unsteadily at a rock.

"My name is Chekhov! My name is Chekhov! The invincible warrior Chekhov!"

The most explosive thing was a naked strong man who dragged his little brother around the camp while shouting, and was finally knocked unconscious by a punch from He Li.

"Maidan, why don't you go out and play?" A boy about ten years old grabbed a grilled fish and got on the boat. He looked at Maidaner who was sitting on the railing of the boat in a daze and asked.

"Hello, Soulaire, my brother said I'm sick and won't let me move." Maidan was also a boy about ten years old. He was very thin and the moonlight seemed to be able to outline his skeleton.

They were the only two children on the Silver Stag, so naturally they became good friends.

"Akeris has gone too far. He threw you here and you don't know where to go. Here, this fish is for you." Although they are about the same age, Soulaire always behaves very maturely.

Maidan shook his head and didn't take the fish that Soulaire handed him. "I've already eaten it. My brother grilled it himself. He didn't go out to play. Instead, he went to keep watch with Masters Frederick and Wardeck."

When Maidan said this, his face was full of pride, and it was obvious that he was very proud to have an older brother like Acheris.

However, the lonely Soulaire didn't show any envy. He just stepped over the guardrail and sat with Mai Dan, watching the revelers below. "I really hope it will always be like this today."

"His Majesty said that today will be the National Day of the Kingdom of Faox, and it will be celebrated every year from now on."

"I didn't mean what I said to you, idiot. Don't you know that the Silver Deer will set sail again in a few days..." Soulaire sighed like an adult, full of thoughts.

Under the silver moon, two children sat on the Silver Deer, gazing at the silent Emerald River. One swung his feet carefree, while the other ate fish with a preoccupied mind.

“Whoosh~”

In the forest at night, a feather arrow pierced through the cover of leaves and shot into the neck of a wild wolf. After a struggle, the wolf slowly lost its life.

"Your breathing is disordered. Pay attention to your breathing rhythm next time." Frederick said to the young man who had just shot the arrow in front of him, and prepared to leave to patrol another sentry post.

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