Little Dream Dragon Breaks Appointment

The horses being raised in the manor's annex were in for a treat. Wheat seedlings, barley seedlings, and lentil seedlings harvested from the magic potion farm, still fragrant with dew, were brought by the servants to feed the horses.

The cultivation of the three types of magic potions proceeded in an orderly fashion under the guidance of the serf steward and technicians.

Old Hans easily gathered the first batch of workers for the windmill mill.

Therefore, as the Lord, Russell didn't have much to do. He had plenty of free time to patrol his territory.

He didn't rush back to Fluorite Castle for lunch at noon.

It took four hours round trip, and even though he could cultivate on the way, it was still a waste of time. So, Russell sent a retainer to deliver a message and decided to return to Fluorite Castle once a week from now on.

All the time saved was used to practice the Radiant Sword Technique.

"Lack of talent, make up for it with perseverance!" Drinking a magic potion and feeling his Battle Qi begin to boil, Russell immediately devoted himself wholeheartedly, repeatedly swinging the steel longsword. Using the movements of the Battle Qi martial skill to guide him, he began to open up his meridians.

With a single strike and thrust, honed a thousand times.

Instead of feeling bored or dull, Russell felt more and more engaged. A single move, mastered thoroughly, could conquer the world. It was as if practicing this move to its depths could generate the power to split the sky in half, even reaching the concept of cleaving all things with one sword.

"It seems I was a martial arts prodigy held back by the 996 work culture in my past life!"

Whoosh!

The steel longsword landed steadily three feet in front of him, forming a seventy-five-degree angle with his body. A drop of sweat from his hair, propelled by inertia, was flung out and landed precisely on the tip of the sword, where it was then split in two by the blade.

His nostrils and cheeks were covered in sweat.

Russell felt no fatigue, nor did he feel physically tired.

Practicing something uninteresting made him more and more tired, but practicing something he was interested in always made him feel like there wasn't enough time.

"My Lord, you should rest," Eric said, walking over.

"Did you sleep well, Teacher Eric?" Russell continued to swing the steel longsword. "I'll stop after practicing for another quarter of an hour."

"I caught up on sleep," Eric replied, then drew his own steel longsword and began practicing beside him.

He was already a Great Knight. His meridians had formed a unified whole, and his Battle Qi could no longer increase. His next step was to contract with a Phantom Beast to break through the limitations of his current realm.

"Teacher Eric, have you mastered the Battle Qi chain yet?" Russell asked.

"Honed a thousand times."

"So, Teacher, you're just missing a Phantom Beast."

"Contracting with a Phantom Beast is as difficult as reaching the heavens, my Lord." Eric struck out with a fierce sword, and a beam of Battle Qi shot out three meters away.

Contracting with a Phantom Beast was difficult, but obtaining one was even harder.

Without Russell's help, he might only ever reach the Great Knight level in his life and never touch the realm of a Phantom Beast Knight.

He turned to look at Russell, with anticipation.

Russell said casually, "There will be opportunities."

As the Lord, he naturally understood what Eric was thinking. A Great Knight whose Battle Qi had reached its peak was willing to serve him, and his goals were likely twofold: to be granted a noble title and join the ranks of the aristocracy, or to contract with a Phantom Beast and advance to the Phantom Beast Knight realm.

But he wouldn't make promises easily.

There was no need to draw empty pictures; things would happen naturally when the time was right.

A quarter of an hour later, Russell stopped. A male servant immediately handed him a towel to wipe his sweat, while a female servant brought tea to quench his thirst.

"Master, shall I prepare a bath for you?" the butler Morris asked.

"No need. If I took a bath every time I sweated, I'd have to bathe three or four times a day." Russell wasn't at the point of being a germaphobe.

Time flew by, and night arrived.

After dinner and a bath, Russell once again chose to camp at the magic potion farm, giving the excuse of guarding the Insect Grass.

No one could dissuade him, so they could only let him work himself to exhaustion.

However, to Russell's great confusion, he did not enter the Dark Dreamscape that night and slept soundly until morning.

"Good morning, Master."

"Good morning, John."

After casually greeting the Knight Retainer, Russell walked to the Glimmering River and washed his face with water. As the disturbed water returned to calm, he looked at his handsome face in the reflection and frowned deeply, unable to understand.

"The Dark Dreamscape didn't appear, what's going on?"

Ever since he transmigrated, he had entered the Dark Dreamscape every night and explored it with the Little Dream Dragon.

In the past few days, he had even used the Dark Dreamscape to discover pearls in clam shells and Spirit Worms nurtured by birch trees. It could be said that Russell had initially understood and accepted his golden finger.

Who knew.

His golden finger had suddenly disappeared.

"It's not really gone, is it?" Russell's expression grew more and more serious. The value of the Dark Dreamscape was immeasurable.

Possessing the Dark Dreamscape meant possessing boundless resources. Just being able to discover wild Spirit Worms was enough to propel him to the peak of his life.

Without the Dark Dreamscape, Russell dared not guarantee that he would definitely soar.

After all, in this magical world, what restricted development was not one's vision, but Dragons and Elves. Without Dragons and Elves, no matter how much knowledge a transmigrator possessed, it would be useless.

Besides.

Russell was just an ordinary person in his past life.

"Or did the Little Dream Dragon leave me? That shouldn't be the case. We've gotten along well these past few days, and I haven't offended it?" The Dark Dreamscape originated from the Little Dream Dragon, that much was certain, though Russell had no idea of its origins.

Was it the last Dream Dragon Ice Cream he ate before he died, or some unimaginable giant dream dragon, he couldn't tell.

"Could it be..."

Russell thought of a possibility: "The Little Dream Dragon breathed out a breath, and then it got tired?"

In the past, within the Dark Dreamscape, the Little Dream Dragon would also breathe, but it seemed to absorb the breath, which had faded into mist, back into itself.

Only this time, to help the white birch tree nurture the Spirit Worm, the Little Dream Dragon's breath could not be retracted.

"This, if that's really the case, the Little Dream Dragon is too weak... No, that's not right. The Little Dream Dragon has four limbs and two wings, which are characteristics of a giant dragon. What it breathed out should be Dragon Flame..." Breath was the exhalation of a Wyvern, while Dragon Flame was the exhalation of a giant dragon.

A Wyvern, as the name suggests, only has a pair of powerful hind legs, with its forelimbs transformed into fleshy wings.

A giant dragon has four limbs and a pair of independent wings.

The Little Dream Dragon, apart from its size, perfectly matched the characteristics of a giant dragon in all other aspects, but Russell couldn't be sure what it was.

In conclusion.

Russell looked up, cheering himself up: "Don't worry, let's see if the Little Dream Dragon appears again tonight!"

Suppressing his worries, he returned to being a graceful and elegant noble lord.

He busied himself inspecting his territory, urging the farming of Magic Potions in the potion fields, meeting with the stonemasons and carpenters from town, and discussing the blueprints for the windmill...

When night fell.

Russell still chose to camp in the potion fields, eagerly anticipating the Little Dream Dragon's arrival with the Dark Dreamscape. However, a night passed, and the Little Dream Dragon still failed to appear.

"Does a breath of Dragon Flame require this long to recover, little ice cream?"

Russell sighed, looking up, feeling a bit dejected.

The only good news was that on the thickest white birch tree, at a height of three meters, a bud resembling a branch had grown. Upon careful sensing, a rhythmic Magic Power could be felt from within, like a small life gently breathing.

The White Birch Worm was about to be fully formed.