Daeren stared in a daze.
It could breathe fire already?
Even Drogon had only breathed dragonfire for the first time in Qarth, protecting his mother.
He had been at least ten days to half a month old then.
How long had Corax been born?
"Screech!"
Corax's temperament changed drastically. He tore into the fatty roasted fish with savage, aggressive bites.
Daeren could hardly contain his delight. "Are you exceptionally gifted, born knowing how to breathe fire, or both?"
He thought it was the latter.
Those rare materials and the Blood Sacrifice had not been mere talk.
Perhaps his three dragons possessed even greater talent than Drogon and his two brothers.
"I really need to take proper care of you. I've let you grow too wild."
Daeren did not play favorites and pulled out another two sardines.
"Screech!"
"Screech..."
Tessarion and Toothless instantly perked up. Before the fish had even fully cooked, they pounced on them in ravenous hunger.
Toothless was wild and untamable. Having suffered a grievance at Corax's claws, he secretly stole Tessarion's food to get his revenge.
"Screech!"
Tessarion immediately bristled, baring his fangs as he attacked.
The two Young Dragons, both less than two days old, wrestled and kicked up clouds of dust before the cottage door.
"Good. Full of spirit."
Daeren watched with great interest.
That was how dragons ought to be.
The fiercer a dragon's temperament, the fiercer it would fight in battle.
At dusk.
Daeren tidied up the farm and planned his next use of funds.
The first batch of melons had ripened, yielding forty-eight in total.
Gold Star ×3, Silver Star ×12, ordinary ×33.
No one had collected eggs from the Chicken Coop, so twenty-four large eggs had piled up as well.
Selling everything would bring in a substantial sum.
"Prince! Prince,