NABC Chapter 92 - 92 91 Giving You a Little Yellow Flower
Chapter 92 - 92 91 Giving You a Little Yellow Flower
Chapter 92: Chapter 91: Giving You a Little Yellow Flower Chapter 92: Chapter 91: Giving You a Little Yellow Flower In order to ensure he could find his bearings, Russell did not aimlessly wander the manor while riding the Little Dream Dragon but followed the cinder path ahead.
His primary goal was to remember the conditions of every path in the manor to get familiarized with them within the Gloomy Dreamland.
Then, he planned to expand from each path as a center to the surrounding areas.
Only in this way could he comprehensively
But it seemed somewhat reluctant, turning back its head and gazing at Russell with begging eyes, calling out twice, “Gah, gah.”
“What?”
“Gah, gah.”
“You mean…” At that moment, a flash of insight struck Russell, and he seemed to understand the Little Dream Dragon’s intention, “You want to eat an Ice Pellet Pearl?”
“Gah!” The Little Dream Dragon grinned and howled.
“No problem, you first give the flower a breath of Dragonflame, and then we’ll go back to eat Ice Pellet Pearls… Hmm, we probably can’t go back, as you’ll be tired after breathing out Dragonflame. But that’s okay, next time we dream, I’ll let you eat as many as you want!”
Merely an Ice Pellet Pearl, when compared to a Spirit Insect, was insignificant.
The wealthy of the Shadowflame Duchy are numerous, especially those merchants in the caravans who could make a fortune in just one trip.
But no matter how rich they were, they could not buy Spirit Insects, Fantasy Beasts, or any magical creatures.
The reason is simple: magical creatures are a strategic resource already monopolized by nobles.
Therefore, Spirit Insects have never been something that can be measured with Gold Coins.
“Gah!” Little Dream Dragon, having received Russell’s promise, no longer hesitated and opened its mouth to spit out a dragonflame that was even fainter than second-hand smoke.
The unnamed little flower received the enhancement of this dragonflame.
In an instant, a miraculous scene unfolded: the originally dim Magic Light gradually stabilized, starting to rhythmically pulsate as if it truly came to life. Its glow flickered, getting brighter with each flash.
Without a doubt,
this unnamed little flower nurturing a Spirit Insect would be born successfully, no longer at risk of miscarriage.
“Gaga.” Little Dream Dragon stuck out its tongue and licked its lips, then looked at Russell.
Russell nodded, “Don’t worry, your Ice Pellet Pearl is assured.”
“Gah.”
Little Dream Dragon yawned, shaking the Sword Butterfly resting on its head and then dove headfirst into the surrounding pitch darkness.
With the loss of Little Dream Dragon’s power, the “Gloomy Dreamland Avatar” illuminated by the Sword Butterfly went out as well.
Russell’s consciousness plunged into chaos.
When he came to again, it was already light outside, but there was no sunshine today, just cloudy weather.
After washing up, he had a simple breakfast of steamed buns with dried fish.
Russell even skipped his morning lesson, saying to Eric, who came over, “Go home and spend time with your wife; no need for a lesson today.”
“Sir, I should persist…” Eric started to say something.
Russell waved his hand, “A balance of work and rest, that’s the king’s way. Everyone’s tired from the trip to the Snowfield; I’ll give you another day off.”
“Not tired, Sir.”
“Eh, alright then.” Seeing Eric insist, Russell said, “Then continue training Tom, Jack, and the others. I’ll take Kevin on a walk around the manor.”
Without room for refusal, Russell called Kevin and, along with his Personal Servant Ram, left the manor’s annex.
He was off to find the Spirit Insect he had nurtured with Dragonflame the night before; if he arrived too late, it might have been nibbled by someone’s sheep, or trampled by playing children, and that would be cause for tears.
He searched along the cinder path.
By repeatedly comparing the real paths to those in Gloomy Dreamland, Russell quickly located that protective slope with the water diversion channel.
“This is the place.”
Russell dismounted, taking Kevin the Gold and Silver Wolfhound on a stroll up the slope, all the while looking at every little flower, searching for the one that matched the shape he remembered.
The protective slope was covered in spring grass, especially filled with many dandelions, each blooming a small yellow flower.
“This place has a beautiful view, Sir,” Ram the servant exclaimed.
“Hmm,” muttered Russell absentmindedly, “Watch your step, don’t trample any little flowers, especially the dandelions, and don’t disturb the scenery here.”
At this moment, all his attention was on the flowers and grasses of the slope, and he kept a close watch on Ram and Kevin to prevent them from stepping on any flowers—he wasn’t sure which little flower was nurturing a Spirit Insect, as he had not sensed it himself.
However, the little flower from last night’s Gloomy Dreamland was surely slightly larger than the ones around it.
Moreover, judging by its outline and today’s personal observation of the slope’s flora, he could almost be certain that it was a dandelion.
So, it didn’t take long for him to find that particular dandelion on the slope. It was blooming several small yellow flowers, clustered together, almost exactly like the one he had seen in Gloomy Dreamland.
Especially since it was significantly larger than the nearby dandelions, both in plant size and flower size.
Kneeling down, Russell carefully attuned his senses.
Soon, he felt a familiar magical presence from above, and laughter burst forth uncontrollably, “Haha!”
“Woof.” Kevin came over, curiously looking at Russell.
“Haha,” Russell stopped laughing, still cheerful, he patted the head of the dog and said, “Kevin, I give you a little yellow flower.”