The Blizzard Dragon still lay in the icy water of the crater. Several knights brought it Ice Soul Beads to treat its wounds and took the opportunity to chat with it.
Every nation was supporting its own knights, currying favor with the Blizzard Dragon in hopes of forming a contract with it.
But the Blizzard Dragon showed no inclination.
Unlike those newly born dragons before it, the Blizzard Dragon had seen a large number of knights from the moment it was born, including a once-in-ten-thousand-years great knight like Russell. With so many options to choose from, it was naturally more selective.
When the previous dragons were born, they had been surrounded by ice and snow. They might not encounter a single knight for years, or even decades.
With no choices, they naturally would not be so picky.
That was why knights loved finding dragons on the snowfields. Whether they found Wyverns or giant dragons, they could usually form contracts quickly. At the Dragon Rearing Garden, however, attracting Wyverns was much harder.
After Russell arrived.
He found his elder brother Roland. During this period, Roland had handed over his duties and devoted himself wholeheartedly to fawning over the Blizzard Dragon.
"It doesn't feel like it's having any effect at all. The Blizzard Dragon's temperament is too hard to figure out. I've observed and asked around carefully, but so far, not one of the more than three hundred elite knights from various nations in our Knight Order has managed to move the Blizzard Dragon."
Roland sighed with some complaint. "I don't think I have any hope of winning the Blizzard Dragon's favor."
"Keep at it." Russell could not offer much help either.
Whether a dragon and knight were compatible was something even he could not interfere with, unless he was willing to