Evil dragon has a warm heart-Chapter 36 - Im willing

Chapter 36: Chapter 36 I’m willing

Chapter 36 -36 I’m willing

“Huh?” The Little Dream Dragon was perplexed. After Russell explained and gestured repeatedly, it seemed to grasp a faint understanding.

Then, displaying a look of disdain on its dragon face, it reluctantly opened its mouth and took a breath towards the Half-Ghost Beast Wolfhound.

The next moment.

The blue and white glow entwined around the Half-Ghost Beast Wolfhound began to separate, bit by bit, and then all the blue light flew into the mouth of the Little Dream Dragon.

“Gah gah!” The Little Dream Dragon swallowed the blue light. It didn’t show the same joy it did when consuming the Ice Pellet Pearl; instead, it stuck out its tongue in disgust, as if it had eaten something as repulsive as feces, and turned its head to give Russell a resentful glance.

“Haha, all right, all right, I know it’s tough on you!” Russell quickly consoled the Little Dream Dragon, “Next time, I’ll definitely bring you Ice Pellet Pearls to eat!”

“Gah!”

“What a good boy!”

Russell soothed the Little Dream Dragon and closely observed the Half-Ghost Beast Wolfhound. After being drained of the Snow Demon’s disruptive power, it appeared to have fallen into a deep sleep, motionless, with only the white light slowly circulating within its body.

He had done everything he could. Whether it would survive was up to fate, or perhaps on the Half-Ghost Beast Wolfhound’s strong will to live.

“Let’s go, we’re heading to the big tree.” Riding the Little Dream Dragon, Russell flew towards the large tree that served as the boundary beacon.

A minute later.

Russell heaved a sigh, “No change, the Gloomy Dreamland hasn’t expanded at all. The power of the Half-Ghost Beast isn’t enough to enlarge the Gloomy Dreamland… It figures, if it worked, Ice Cream would probably have absorbed it eagerly, not reluctantly.”

He stroked his chin and pondered for a moment, not quite understanding.

In theory, the Ice Pellet Pearls condensed after the death of a Snow Ghost and the Snow Demon’s disruptive power within the Half-Ghost Beast originated from the same source.

Why could one expand the Gloomy Dreamland while the other had no effect?

“Could it be that there’s too little power inside the Half-Ghost Beast?” Russell thought, but he quickly dismissed the idea, “No, even if there were less, it should still have expanded somewhat, but as I can see clearly now, the Gloomy Dreamland hasn’t extended at all.”

Suddenly.

Russell realized something important, “I’ve overlooked a crucial point. The power inside the Half-Ghost Beast comes directly from the Snow Demon, but the Ice Pellet Pearls condensed by a Snow Ghost are actually Battle Qi that has been transformed and condensed, or the elemental energy within a Fantasy Beast. It can also condense into Ice Pellet Pearls.”

The power of the Snow Demon only acts as a catalyst and isn’t stored directly within the Snow Ghost.

Thus, the power of the Ice Pellet Pearls is essentially the power of the earth.

“No wonder!” Russell had a sudden revelation, “No wonder Ice Cream likes to eat Ice Pellet Pearls; that’s like refined earth power… and the power entangled within the Half-Ghost Beast is the power of the Snow Demon, which conflicts with the Little Dream Dragon’s power.”

The Great Dragon, having been nurtured from beneath the earth, is naturally of the same origin as the earth’s power; thus, its liking for Ice Pellet Pearls makes perfect sense.

At that thought.

Russell apologetically stroked the Little Dream Dragon’s neck, “Sorry Ice Cream, consuming the Snow Demon’s power from the Half-Ghost Beast must have harmed you… I’ll never make you eat it again, it’s no different from forcing you to eat feces!”

“Gah!” The Little Dream Dragon raised its head, not understanding.

Often, its interactions with Russell were not really a conversation, but each speaking their own language. Without a true contract, they couldn’t understand each other’s thoughts.

Moreover, Russell didn’t understand the Dragon Language—if the Little Dream Dragon’s cries could even be considered such.

After that, Russell felt somewhat relieved, “Fortunately, I didn’t go to my father to ask Mr. Ross for help in treating the Half-Ghost Beast… Forcing Mr. Ross to eat feces, I wonder if he would break through the contract’s limitations and burn me to death with a breath of Dragon Breath.”

However.

His eyes shifted as a sly smile formed at the corner of his mouth, “I’m going to ensure that Clay Dragon pays its respects to me sooner or later; it will have to eat feces!”

The Little Dream Dragon just found it disgusting to eat feces, but the Clay Dragon, being a Bipedal Flying Dragon, might go mad for a while if it were to eat feces.

Thinking like this, he felt refreshingly vindicated.

“Gah!” The Little Dream Dragon shook its body as if in discomfort, seemingly tired in advance.

“Good, go back and rest well.” Knowing it might feel unwell after eating feces, Russell quickly waved goodbye.

The Gloomy Dreamland collapsed in an instant, and his consciousness sank into endless darkness.

The raucous crowing of the rooster jolted Russell from his sleep, as he glanced up at the wall clock, it was already nine in the morning.

These past few days he had often stayed up late, breaking the sleep routine he had maintained for over a decade—no longer waking up before 7:30.

He washed up and went downstairs.

After having some fried eggs and bacon, Russell headed outside.

He saw that Mr. Eric and several knight attendants had already finished their morning practice and were now arguing heatedly around the kennel.

“Sir!”

“Good morning, Sir!”

Upon seeing Russell, the men stopped arguing and bowed one after another.

“What’s going on here?” Russell asked knowingly; clearly, something had changed with the Half-Ghost Beast Wolfhound, “Why are you all arguing around here?”

Mr. Eric made way and gestured for Russell to see for himself, “Sir, it’s very strange.”

Russell looked over and saw that the Half-Ghost Beast Wolfhound, which had been at death’s door the previous day, now had its tumor reduced by half. Although it was still ugly, there was at least a spark of vitality—it could get up on its own and then started whining at Russell.

“It seems very affectionate towards you, Sir!” Knight Attendant James exclaimed in surprise.

John also expressed his astonishment, “Yes, it’s miraculous. It tries to bite us when we touch it, but it becomes incredibly well-behaved in front of you!”

“We thought it was going to die, but it didn’t,” Jack said.

“Isn’t that right, Sir? We were just betting on whether this wolfhound would die or not. It seems like it’s not going to die.”

No one could explain what happened to the Half-Ghost Beast Wolfhound, except for Russell, but obviously, he had no intention of revealing his ‘golden touch’.

So, the change in the Half-Ghost Beast Wolfhound could only be defined as incredible.

Finally, Mr. Eric said, “Sir, the Snow Demon’s interference within Kevin has subsided. Perhaps it really will survive.”

This Half-Ghost Beast Wolfhound was named Kevin, a name given by the sisters who found him.

“That’s good news, isn’t it?” Russell said with a smile.

“But it’s strange. The other force within it, the power from the earth, doesn’t seem to have subsided. In fact, it is transforming toward… the elemental power, the Fantasy Beast’s elemental power.”

“Oh.” Russell finally showed surprise, “Are you saying there’s still a chance it could evolve into a Fantasy Beast?”

Mr. Eric frowned, “It’s hard to say, it seems to be missing something.”

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“Missing what?”

“I don’t know; I haven’t seen this before.”

“Maybe it’s missing a knight to ride it, Great Knight,” James teased from behind, grinning, “Maybe if someone rides it, it will actually evolve into a Fantasy Beast.”

He had only meant it as a joke.

However, Russell raised an eyebrow, “Mr. Eric, as a Great Knight, you must be very adept at controlling your Battle Qi…”

“Honed to perfection, Sir!” Mr. Eric appeared to have caught on, clenching his fist and holding his breath before responding with restraint.

A wolfhound with a strong likelihood of evolving into a Fantasy Beast.

An opportunity to become a Phantom Beast Knight that was treasured to the utmost.

Mr. Eric felt his heart might leap out of his chest, his eyes full of anticipation as he looked at Russell, waiting for his decision.

With a slight smile, Russell calmly inquired, “So, Mr. Eric, are you willing to swear allegiance to me, to become the sword in my hand?”

Without any surprise,

Mr. Eric knelt on one knee, “I am willing, Sir, I am willing!”