Gaga

"Don't all true gentlemen sleep in separate rooms?" Baroness Meryl, lying in bed, teased as she watched Baron Roman enter after knocking.

The personal maid lowered her head, chuckling secretly.

Baron Roman showed no embarrassment, raising his thick eyebrows and replying, "In my territory, the Baron has the right to sleep wherever he pleases."

"No wonder everyone wants to be a noble."

"There must be some privileges to inspire people's fighting spirit. Otherwise, who would dare to charge forward when facing Snow Demons," the Baron said.

"What Baron Lord says always makes some sense," Meryl smiled.

Watching the couple tease each other, the personal maid quietly retreated to the door, "Madam, I won't disturb you and Master. I'll be leaving now."

"Go back and get some good sleep," the Baron waved his hand.

The couple lay side-by-side on the large bed. After a light kiss, they didn't go further, just held each other and whispered.

"That kid Russell, he's really lucky. He only got to the territory a few days ago and stumbled upon a Spirit Worm. And it's a rare Birch Worm that can produce magic materials," the Baron sighed. Spirit Worms that produce magic potions are common and not particularly rare.

"Russell deserves some good luck. Apart from the luck he got at birth, inheriting the handsomeness of our Monochoria Family, his luck has been mediocre otherwise."

"That can hardly be called 'luck.' Like Roland inheriting the cultivation talent of the Fluorite Mushroom Family, that's real luck," the Baron said dismissively. To him, handsomeness was secondary; talent was everything.

"Cultivation can be strengthened with elixirs. If Russell is lucky enough to contract a Phantom Beast in the future, he can also become a powerful Phantom Beast Knight," Meryl retorted. "But being handsome or not will follow Russell for a lifetime."

"At most, it'll fool some ignorant young girls."

"Maybe it can even fool a Dragon."

"Speaking of Dragons... how should I put it? Recently, Russell somehow offended Lord Ross. Lord Ross is very displeased with him, even hostile." The Baron suddenly sighed, troubled by this.

Meryl comforted him, "Aren't Dragons like this? More moody and fickle than us women."

"How so?"

"Why not? You've been flattering Lord Ross for decades, and yet Lord Ross has never let you ride him once."

"That's definitely different. The reason Lord Ross doesn't let me ride him is because our compatibility isn't right, and there are aspects where I haven't met Lord Ross's requirements. Becoming a Wyvern Knight isn't something you can do based on feelings alone."

"Maybe Russell can ride a Dragon."

Baron Roman chuckled, "Where would Russell find so many Dragons to ride? Everything about the Fluorite Mushroom Family is based on Lord Ross... Alas, I had hoped that whether it was Roland or Russell, as long as they could ride a Dragon, the family could advance further."

As he spoke, Baron Roman shook his head. "Russell is on the verge of maturity, but... now it seems he has almost no chance to ride a Dragon. The only one the family can rely on now is Roland."

"What about Rosen's two children?" Meryl said casually.

Baron Roman shook his head without hesitation. "No, Roial and Roil are not qualified to attempt to ride a Dragon. Rosen's current status is merely my Vassal!"

Rosen Fluorite Mushroom was the Baron's younger brother, and his two sons, Roial and Roil, were the Baron's nephews.

Meryl was satisfied with this answer. "It's good that you can distinguish this."

The Baron retorted, "Why do you think I can't distinguish? I have heirs. Roland and Russell are both excellent!"

"You and I can distinguish, but your mother, Old Madam Ingrid, might not be able to."

"Yes, Mother does favor Rosen, but it has nothing to do with family inheritance. She just likes the hot spring at Rosen's place."

"I was just saying casually. Alright, Baron Lord, it's time to sleep."

"You always worry about these unnecessary things."

"Okay, okay." Meryl kissed the Baron, smoothly changing the subject. "When Russell leaves tomorrow, I want to give him another batch of supplies. I asked his personal manservant, and life in the manor's annex is really too simple."

"He's just a Nobleman. He doesn't need to maintain a luxurious lifestyle. Enduring some hardship might not be a bad thing."

"He's still growing, still developing."

"As you wish." The Baron didn't want to waste more words over a small matter of supplies.

Meryl, however, sighed again. "Alas, Russell has grown up too... Roland is getting close to the Grand Duke, Rowena is married, and now Russell has his own fief. In a few more years, Laura will also leave my side. I really hate getting old."

The Baron embraced his wife. "Life is like this. Don't be anxious. I'll grow old with you."

Meanwhile.

In Russell's room, Russell, who had fallen asleep early, was already breathing evenly.

When his consciousness cleared again, Russell was pleasantly surprised to find himself once more in the longed-for Dark Dreamscape.

"Caw!"

A familiar cry instantly made Russell tremble with excitement. "Snowflake! My golden finger! I knew you wouldn't abandon me!"

"Caw?" The Little Dream Dragon flapped its wings and slowly flew over, tilting its head, not understanding why the person in front of it was so agitated.

"Where have you been these past few days?" Russell flipped over and mounted the Little Dream Dragon, instantly illuminating the entire Dark Dreamscape with bursts of magic power.

"Caw?" The Little Dream Dragon was clueless.

Its intelligence was extremely limited, unlike the Dragons of legend, which were even more intelligent than humans. It could only understand simple commands.

Unable to get an explanation, Russell could only speculate, "Was it that mouthful of Dragon Flame three days ago that severely weakened you, forcing you to rest for three days?"

"Caw?"

"Caw your head!" Russell laughed and patted the Little Dream Dragon, then roared, "Take off, Snowflake!"

"Caw caw!" The Little Dream Dragon understood and carried Russell as it flew around the familiar Fluorite Castle.

Russell was basically familiar with all the magic creations within Fluorite Castle, so he simply rode the Little Dream Dragon and flew around happily.

Until the Little Dream Dragon grew tired again: "Caw."

Russell jumped off and waved to the Little Dream Dragon, which was flying back. "Alright, go back and rest well, Snowflake. I'll still need to ride you to conquer the entire Dragon's Rest Continent in the future!"

The next morning.

Russell woke up feeling refreshed, the gloom from the past few days completely gone, and his mood was excellent. He greeted everyone he met with a smile.

"Young Master Russell, you seem particularly happy today," said the old butler, Carter.

"I'm happy to be able to sleep in a comfortable big house again, of course," Russell replied with a smile. "What's for breakfast today?"

"We have your favorite fish ball rice, and the kitchen specifically added smoked cod shreds. It's seasonal fresh cod caught from the ice caves."

"Hmm..."

Russell remained noncommittal.

Fish ball rice was the favorite of his previous life. He could eat two large bowls of fish ball rice for breakfast, especially with cod shreds.

But he, in his current life, missed Chinese food even more.