Chapter 255 The Dragon God's Favor, the Iron Dragon and the Monastery
"I have a deep prejudice against metal dragons. Let me explain."
Galos did not refute the crimson silver dragon's assessment. Instead, he leaned forward and gestured for the dragon to continue explaining.
As someone who grew up in a harsh environment, Hong Tielong knew better than anyone the potentially fatal consequences of misconceptions—it would be best to avoid this cognitive trap in advance.
The Crimson Silver Dragon folded its wings and adjusted to a more comfortable posture.
"First of all, you need to understand that among the metal dragon race, those extremists who blindly shout for killing any evil dragon they see are actually only a tiny minority."
She raised her paw and gestured, saying, "When most metal dragons encounter evil dragons, their first reaction is to try to guide the other to change sides, after all..."
Deborah lowered her voice and said, "The truly dangerous scourge is the chaotic and evil dragon."
"Like the red dragon, black dragon, and white dragon races in the Five-Colored Dragons."
Her tone turned serious as she continued, “They breed madmen who are completely reckless. Even the relatively law-abiding green and blue dragons can produce individuals who completely lose control. These chaotic dragons not only endanger other races, but also affect our own dragon race.”
The wind and snow swirled between the two dragons.
The Crimson Silver Dragon paused for a moment, then said, "But factions are never a permanent label."
“Especially those traumatized young dragons, if they are in a state of abuse or exile for a long time, are more likely to slide into the abyss of chaos.”
"So if you could take in these abandoned baby dragons and juvenile dragons,"
Deborah's eyes lit up, as if she had thought of something interesting: "There's no need to turn them into the good side—as long as we can turn them from chaos to order, that's a commendable achievement in the eyes of rational metal dragons."
Good-aligned creatures, when tainted with the Chaos attribute, may be more difficult to deal with than Lawful Evil.
The combination of the evil faction and the chaotic faction creates a dangerous situation.
Galos tapped the ground lightly with his claws, seemingly lost in thought.
If what the Crimson Silver Dragon said is true, then his perspective is a bit narrow. In the eyes of a metallic dragon, chaotic evil dragons are the most dangerous. Among the same evil creatures, lawful evil is actually acceptable compared to chaotic evil.
Lawful evil dragons are equally unpopular.
But compared to those illogical and chaotic lunatics, at least they are predictable and negotiable.
"For example, my father, the Red Dragon, whom I've never met."
Even from just a few simple words from the silver dragon Edley, Garros could sense how dangerous his red dragon father was.
The Crimson Silver Dragon narrowed her eyes slyly: "Imagine if you raised enough Lawful Dragons." As she said this, her voice rose slightly at the end, and she added with a hint of anticipation, "Perhaps even the Platinum Dragon God would cast an approving glance your way."
This spared Garus from further warning, and he flicked his tail.
There are no free gifts in the world, and he was unwilling to have any connection with the gods.
The difference in their levels is too great.
If he were noticed by an entity that could determine his own fate, Galos, who suffers from a bit of paranoia, would feel extremely uneasy.
Heaven knows what consequences might arise from the whims of those supreme beings.
After calming down, Garos took a deep breath of the crisp air: "Dragon Valley will not take in evil dragons indiscriminately; as long as the number is kept within a reasonable range, it will be fine."
He was calculating silently in his mind.
Even if one were to take in and nurture dozens or hundreds of lawful dragons, they would still be but a drop in the ocean in the vast array of planes and worlds, hardly enough to attract the special attention of the gods.
Even if believers pray to the gods every day, unless they have reached a certain level, it is difficult to attract the gods' attention and response, let alone non-believers.
Let alone teenagers.
For a dragon in its prime to think it can win the favor of the gods is to overestimate its own abilities.
"I'm going to start exercising."
Red Iron Dragon composed himself and invited Deborah, "Want to come together?"
The crimson-silver dragon beckoned with its tail, readily agreeing.
The wind and snow continued, and time passed by at its own pace.
The newly built Starfire Monastery, located in the outskirts of the capital city of the Kingdom of Lorthen.
Before the morning mist had dissipated and as dawn broke, nearly a hundred children were already scattered and spaced apart in the bluestone square, forming a training formation.
Their exposed skin steamed with heat, their faces were young but their eyes were exceptionally resolute, and they were drenched in sweat but none of them complained or uttered any grievances.
These children.
It was the Gem Merchant Guild that took them in and handed them over to the Dragon Sect's reserve members at the Starfire Monastery.
They were all orphans without parents, and they underwent a rigorous screening process by the gem merchant guild, which even involved magic, to ensure that each of them was resilient, grateful, and worth nurturing.
At this moment, the children are undergoing basic training in the Divine Dragon Sect's methods.
They maintained the posture of a dragon coiled on a stake, standing on one leg like a dragon's tail curled up, with a heavy stone hanging from their ankles. Most of them swayed from side to side, trembling constantly, while gritting their teeth and trying to lift their legs up so that the stone would not touch the ground.
The best performer was a ten-year-old boy.
His eyes were covered with a black cloth, but his movements were meticulous, and his body was as solid as a rock without trembling at all, making him stand out among the children.
His name is Astor. He has been blind since childhood, but his other senses are exceptionally sharp.
He can smell all kinds of scents in the air, feel the ripples of air currents as snowflakes brush against the surface, and hear the faintest sounds.
Perhaps because he was blind and could not see the world's splendor or ugliness, he had extraordinary focus when cultivating, making the fastest progress in his cultivation and earning him the title of the 'senior brother' of the Starfire Monastery.
"The spine rises like a dragon!"
The booming voice of the Dragon Monk Bald resounded.
This burly monk, shirtless in the snow and covered in dragon tattoos, strikes a pose resembling a dragon taking flight, stretching his spine accompanied by a popping sound.
The children changed their postures at the same time.
There were both men and women among them, and most of them were still quite inexperienced in their movements, but they tried their best to imitate the instructor's actions.
As time went by, they sometimes raised their heads like young dragons, and sometimes stretched out their arms like wings, striking one dragon pose after another.
"Remember! Posture is just the appearance, merely the vehicle; the true core is 'qi' (vital energy)!"
"Feel the flow of your breath, and capture that wisp of energy."
Baldr moved among the apprentice monks, speaking as he corrected the movements of a boy with a stern face and fierce eyes.
The boy's name is Theros, he is eight years old, and he has many scars on his body.
He was also a beggar, but unlike other beggars, he was not timid or self-conscious. When the gem merchant group found him, he was beating a wild dog that was fighting with him for a piece of bread to death.
Just then.
The ground suddenly shook, as if some enormous object had fallen outside.
However, after feeling the ground tremble, the children present couldn't help but smile happily.
"The great Steel King has arrived! You little reptiles, hurry up and greet him!"
Iron Dragon Gorton strode into the monastery with uneven steps, followed by his servants who brought a large number of delicacies that ordinary people had never even heard of.
Even though the food was sealed in boxes.
Even just a tiny whiff of the aroma made the children present drool.
"Bard sends his greetings."
The Dragon Monk in charge of the Starfire Monastery bowed respectfully, his movements somewhat restrained, but his gaze toward the Iron Dragon was filled with awe and admiration.
He was a member of the Dragonheart Society, a dragon enthusiast who took pride in being close to dragons and serving them.
"No need for formalities, thank you for your hard work."
Iron Dragon chuckled and pulled a bottle of royal potion from under his scales, casually handing it to the Dragon Monk: "A little gift, take it. Drink it when you're tired; it'll replenish your energy."
The first thing to do upon meeting is to give a gift.
Gaining favor with those in higher positions and winning over those in lower positions.
This is a social skill that Tielong learned by interacting with nobles. Apart from Princess Elena, he would collect his shed scales or teeth and make them into small gifts to give to other princes, princesses, and even the king.
Value aside for now.
Receiving a small gift from a dragon will definitely feel different.
Getting back to the point, Iron Dragon was reluctant to throw away gold coins directly, but he would give away potions that were more valuable but not made of gold coins or gems without feeling any heartache.
"Thank you for your generosity."
The Dragon Monk's eyes lit up with joy as he bowed his head and spoke.
"Little reptiles, why don't I hear your cheers?"
Tie Long strode into the square with heavy steps, deliberately putting on a stern face, and said...
"Welcome, the great King of Steel!"
The children cheered, delighted by the arrival of Iron Dragon Gorton; their clear voices echoed throughout the square.
This is the third time Gorton has come.
When he went out with Princess Elena and accompanied her on a charity event, he led her to the Starfire Monastery and expressed his fondness and curiosity for the Dragon Warrior Monks. He then naturally came here to bring high-quality food and his own guidance to the Starfire Monastery.
It's not really about providing guidance.
For example, right now.
"Little reptiles, come and experience the real dragon!"
After being granted permission, the children finished their training and surrounded the iron dragon Gorton, touching his scales up close, observing his appearance and posture, and feeling his presence.
Although the iron dragon was huge, its chubby appearance did not give it much of a ferocious look.
It's really not scary.
"You, little thing named Elsa, aren't you afraid of me?"
Tie Long stretched out his claw and gently tapped the thin girl whose body was as thin as a bean sprout.
Upon hearing Tie Long's question, the girl who had once been so hungry she was skin and bones, timidly waiting to die in a corner, now dared to boldly say, "I'm not afraid, you brought us delicious food, I like you!"
"Don't worry, with the great Steel King here, you will never go hungry again."
Iron Dragon flapped its wings and said boldly.
Not only for the mission, but he also enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention.
When he was among the children like this, Iron Dragon Goldton felt like he was omnipotent and treated like a 'god,' which greatly satisfied his vanity.
Scattered snowflakes continued to fall.
It was not cold inside the Starfire Monastery.
The 'Steel King' got along very well with the future Dragon Monks. When the children looked up at the Iron Dragon, their eyes were not filled with fear or dread of the alien dragon, but rather with awe and admiration.
The seeds that the Ignaz brothers sowed here are quietly taking root and gradually sprouting.
(End of this chapter)
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