HLnovel Chapter 612: I'm no ordinary dragon cub! (17)
Chapter 612: I'm no ordinary dragon cub! (17)
Chapter 612 I'm No Ordinary Dragon Cubs! 17
The two lords' frequent trips between their respective territories today have already drawn the ire of many radical dragon clansmen, sparking much discussion.
"Don't those two have their own territory? What are they doing here on Chief Irik's land?"
Dragons have a strong sense of territory and cannot tolerate the presence of dragons from other areas in their domain, especially heavyweight figures like lords.
Some tribesmen chimed in, "Do these two think our chief is easy to bully?"
"...They are utterly arrogant."
Meanwhile, the two arrogant lords, Neri and Frang, were heading to Delia's cave with the "easy-to-bully" lord, Irik.
Irrick's sharply defined face was frosty: "Why did it take you so long to come?"
The cubs were burning hot, almost cooked!
"I heard that if a child has a very high fever, they can become mentally disabled!"
Erik earnestly explained things to the two of them, but Franco was overwhelmed with guilt. Despite his fiery temper, he silently endured their reproaches and quickened his pace.
Why did they build the Dragon Cave in Deliya so far away?!
......
Delia was also an ancient dragon, and the passage of time had not left many marks on this beautiful and kind dragon.
Compared to other dragons, she possessed a gentler maternal aura and lacked some of her natural wildness. As she held the dragon cub in her arms and fed it medicine, her loving eyes held a hint of heartache.
“Young Master’s fever is caused by catching a cold,” the kind woman said with a sigh. “Young children are most prone to illness.”
Faced with the two people opposite him, one with a cold face and the other with a warm one, Irrick couldn't help but question, "How exactly are you taking care of the baby!"
Nali looked at Frang expressionlessly and silently.
Franco's face flushed red, and a fleeting image of the cub waking up in the corner flashed through his mind... Could the cub have just slept like that all night...?
Sin!
"You probably haven't seen the cub in too long, which is why you didn't even realize he had a fever and was sick." Warm hands gently stroked Zhao Zhao's round head. Just looking at the way Delia held the cub, one could feel the comfort and security.
"Blame me."
Franger didn't say anything. He scratched his head and stared intently at Zhao Zhao, who was still sleeping.
For a moment, the three lords present stood quietly to the side, silently watching this beautiful and peaceful scene, and earnestly studying the Deliade technique to make up for their lack of knowledge, so that they could use it in the future.
“Lord, when will it be your turn to take care of the cub?” Agavan stood beside his mother, Delia, looking expectantly at Irik, who had his arms crossed. “When that time comes, can I come to your dragon cave to play with the young master?” he asked innocently.
The boy was only a four-thousand-year-old dragon. Dragons as young as him were rare in the dragon race, so much so that at this lively and active age, he could only talk to himself every day.
“Sure.” Irik nodded casually. A lonely cub and a lonely boy would keep each other company, wouldn’t they?
"Agavin, hands!"
Delia suddenly spoke up to remind them, and following the gaze, they saw a pair of not-so-clean hands silently approaching the cub's fair face.
"Snapped!"
Caught off guard, Agavin was slapped across the face by Erik, the tall man saying nonchalantly, "Your paws are filthy. Have you forgotten what your mother just told you?"
Young cubs have weak immune systems and should be protected from cold, heat, and dirt.
"I couldn't resist, but his face is like a cloud, I think it must be very soft and nice to touch."
After taking the medicine, Zhao Zhao's fever subsided, and her delicate, smooth face showed a pale, sickly appearance.
“Be careful what you say about Agavin. This is the young master. Remember your place.” Delia’s tone inevitably became more stern when facing her children.
The young master is ultimately not the same kind of person as them. The young master will eventually become the future Dragon Lord, a leader who is expected to lead their dragon race back to glory, and a dragon worthy of respect and love.
"I understand." Agavin understood, but was somewhat disappointed.
Delia's cave didn't have any conspicuous gems or gold. Instead, herbs were everywhere, hanging from the beams and drying on the ground. Even the air was filled with a bitter smell.
In this environment, the anxious hearts of the people present gradually calmed down.
“Frang,” Neri said, who was only speaking now, her red eyes casually sweeping over the distracted figure: “From now on, the young master will be taken care of by the three of us, so you don’t need to worry about him.”
As soon as they finished speaking, everyone present looked at them with complicated expressions, as if they wanted to say something but hesitated.
Franger jumped up, his face flushed as he faced the domineering Neri: "I truly love my baby, and my baby loves me as his father. You can't take away my right to take care of my baby just because of this accident!"
As she spoke, her gaze became increasingly unfocused, and her voice grew softer and softer: "I admit I was wrong. I will never be careless again and let my baby get sick or injured."
“A promise is a promise,” Neri said with unusual seriousness. “As you know, due to the curse of the dragon, our race has not only had very few offspring in recent thousands of years, but also a high rate of premature death.”
He looked at the spirited Agavan, his eyes softening: "Even little Agavan was the only one of the ten dragon cubs born to survive to adulthood."
When this heavy topic was brought up, everyone present fell silent.
Thousands of years ago, an ancient ancestral dragon fell into demonic possession and wreaked havoc on the spirit realm. The two top races, the dragon and the phoenix, worked together to suppress him in the Endless Cave to quell the turmoil. However, both races were subsequently subjected to a curse that lasted for thousands of years.
"With the grievances in my heart, I curse you to perish amidst your glory, powerless to resist!"
The scene of boiling resentment and the vicious curses still seem to linger in my ears.
Neither race had ever imagined that curses would be cast on their offspring, with the dragon curses being the most obvious example.
"This is the first dragon cub in thousands of years, and an extremely rare young master of the Ancestral Dragon. No matter what, there can be no mistakes in taking care of him."
The calm and resonant voice sounded like a warning to Franger, or a solemn vow, powerful and awe-inspiring.
As Neri finished speaking, Frang's expression grew increasingly serious: "Understood."
"I swear to all my dragon ancestors that I will faithfully protect the young master, from the birth of the young master to my death."
Although dragons are brutal, they value loyalty above all else.
The oath that Franger made before them at this moment, binding their fates to life and death, was worth its weight in gold.
At this point, Neri's expression finally softened. He looked gently at the cub, his tender eyes filled with boundless hope for this little life.
Zhao Zhao's illness was not an overreaction; rather, it was a very important matter to them.