At the Dragon Birth Festival, Russell announced that he had advanced to Great Knight, undoubtedly adding even more festivity to the celebration.
Of course.
It only added a little atmosphere; there was nothing particularly surprising about it. After all, Great Knight was merely one stage of Battle Aura cultivation.
Countless knights of common birth might ultimately find Great Knight to be their ceiling.
But for Russell, born into the Fluorite Mushroom Family, as long as his Battle Qi Seed blossomed, his future advancement to Phantom Beast Knight was practically assured. Thus, advancing to Great Knight three years early was hardly surprising.
Everyone already knew that Lord Medicarren had gifted him a mouthful of Origin Dragon Breath.
The feast lasted until midnight.
The lights of Glimmering Town still shone brightly. Tonight was destined to be sleepless. Like the nobles, the commoners celebrated the birth of the Shadowflame Dragon, grateful for the warmth it brought and all the resources it provided for their survival.
"What are you looking at, Russell?" His uncle Rosen approached with a glass of red wine.
"Watching the joyous parade in Glimmering Town," Russell replied.
"These commoners really are carefree." Rosen took a sip of wine, a faint sneer curling his lips. "Without our protection, how could they enjoy such happy days? Yet they pinch pennies even when giving eggs."
Russell smiled without speaking. He had no particular opinion on the custom requiring the people of the territory to give eggs to their lord on the Dragon Birth Festival.
Uncle and nephew stood by the window, chatting idly in the cool breeze.
"The Ice Age should be coming soon. Especially now that Snow Giant Da has awakened—it will only hasten the Ice Age's arrival." Rosen frowned.
Russell nodded. "That was my guess too. The temperature has been dropping