With the Snow Demon Crystal removed, Lord Medicarren's body no longer held any hidden dangers, and its flame patterns returned to normal.
However, it was obvious that the color of its flames was somewhat dimmer than Lord Mercedes's.
First, it had been seriously injured once. Second, it had given away some of its origin. It was currently in a weakened state.
"Ice Cream."
"Quack?"
"Tell me, if I wanted to ride a Wyvern before you grow up, how about riding Lord Medicarren?"
"Quack." Little Dream Dragon bared its teeth, clearly dissatisfied with Russell's choice.
"Lord Medicarren isn't bad. It gave me Origin Dragon Breath, greatly speeding up my cultivation."
"Quack!"
Little Dream Dragon shook its head decisively. It would not allow Russell to ride Lord Medicarren.
Russell frowned. "Then what about Lord Mercedes?"
"Quack!"
"That won't do either? Then what about Lord Ross? Those are the only three Wyverns I can get close to. You can't possibly refuse to let me ride every single one, can you?"
"Quack!"
Little Dream Dragon was resolute—utterly opposed.
"Then can you come out of the mountain sooner? I'll give you three years. Burst out of the volcano within three years, how about it?"
"Quack." Little Dream Dragon tilted its head to look at the sky. There was nothing there but pitch-black darkness.
Russell could not tell from its cries or expression what it was trying to say. Little Dream Dragon had indeed grown; even its pair of horns had branched. But beyond simple communication, anything slightly more complicated was impossible to convey.
"Forget it. We'll take it one step at a time." That was all Russell could do. "Besides, I shouldn't aim too high. First I'll ride Phantom Beasts, then flying dragons. I'll earn more resources to help Ice Cream grow, and strive to