In the study.
Baron Roman poured a glass of red wine for himself and Russell, then took a sip and quietly asked, "Russell, do you think Lord Medicarren will acknowledge you?"
"Father, do you mean whether I can ride a dragon?"
"Yes."
"It's hard to say, but for now, Lord Medicarren seems quite fond of me. If I truly tried to ride him, I might succeed." Russell did not dare speak too definitively, but there was no lack of pride in his tone. Lord Medicarren truly treated him differently from others.
This Wyvern had been brought from Red Castle by Kuna Shadowflame and had lived in the Sancha River Mouth territory for over twenty years.
Yet it held little affection for either Count Merlin or Viscount Meijie, only drawing close to Madam Kunna and Cousin Mel.
Russell was the third person it had grown close to.
"Is that so?" Baron Roman took another sip of wine and turned to look at the pitch-black sky outside.
After a brief silence, he turned back, his expression now stern. "Russell, if you have the chance to ride a dragon, then as your father, I hope you seize it."
"Father, what do you mean?"
"There is no shame in becoming your grandfather's vassal." Baron Roman's stern expression relaxed into a smile. "Compared to riding a dragon, what do such things matter? Only by riding a dragon can you gain more opportunities to achieve great deeds."
For ordinary people, if they were granted the opportunity to ride a dragon, they would naturally throw everything into pursuing it.
But Russell was not so impulsive, after all, he spent every day with a giant dragon.
It was only a Wyvern. He desired it, but not intensely.
So he calmly replied, "Father, if the opportunity arises, I will