Evil dragon has a warm heart

Chapter 49 - 49 49 Duel

?Chapter 49: Chapter 49 Duel Chapter 49: Chapter 49 Duel “Hmm, every territory has sent quite a few valuable gifts, especially the carriage of my sister and Cooper, which was filled with a plethora of magic-made objects!”

In Gloomy Dreamland, Russell and the Little Dream Dragon had scoured the entire Fluorescent Castle from top to bottom.

Russell knew better than the Baron himself just how rich the Baron was.

“Too bad they’re not for me.” Russell chuckled, merely letting out a sigh without any covetousness.

He was becoming ever more convinced that the Little Dream Dragon was a Great Dragon.

As a knight who even had a Great Dragon, how could he longing for the trifles outside? Mixing with the Little Dream Dragon, in dreams, he would have everything eventually!

“Gah!”

“Goodbye.”

Consciousness faded, and when he woke up again, it was already daylight.

There was no need to pull the rope; the maids’ voices were already calling from outside, “Mr. Russel, good morning.”

“7:30, really punctual indeed…” Russell sat up from his bed, yawned, and said, “Come in.”

So soon, with the attendance of the servants, he changed into his festive attire.

“Good morning, Lola.”

“Good morning, Russell.”

“Good morning, sister, good morning, Cooper.” Seeing his sleepy-eyed sister and brother-in-law, Russell’s mood instantly lightened up.

Even his sister, who had married away, and her husband, had to adhere to the rule of getting up at 7:30 am in the Fluorescent Castle, so what was there for him not to accept?

“Good morning, Russell… Ah… I’m so sleepy.” Rolin greeted while rubbing her eyes and complaining, “I really want to finish having the baby soon so that I could wash and eat breakfast in bed, and get up whenever I feel like it.”

In noble society, women who had given birth and became mothers were entitled to wash and dine in bed, sleeping in as late as they wished.

“Let Cooper work harder at night, and that day will come soon.” Russell chuckled.

Rolin immediately clenched her fist and shook it, “You’re getting bolder, Russell, daring to tease your sister like that, a duel, now, right away, immediately!”

“Let me have breakfast first.”

“You actually dare to accept the challenge. Indeed, you’ve grown bolder than before.”

“Sister, you are an Armed Knight, and so am I. There’s nothing I should be afraid to accept.” Russell smiled and stated a fact.

There was certainly a gap between them, but Russell was no longer intimidated. The days when Rolin could lord over him were ready for their curtain call.

This time, it was Rolin’s turn to be taken aback. She patted Cooper’s arm, “My little brother has decided to rebel, Cooper. What do you think I should do to suppress it?”

Cooper spread his hands, “This is a private matter between you and your brother. Please allow me to stay out of it, and also, good luck.”

“After breakfast, knight training class, a duel!” Rolin issued her challenge.

Russell didn’t refuse, “Alright!”

At this moment, Roland came downstairs, and upon seeing him, Rolin immediately called out, “Roland, come witness after breakfast. I’m going to teach this arrogant fool a lesson! I’ve only been away from Glowing Valley for a few days, and he dares to rebel!”

Roland waved his hand, “You guys are really boring.”

Then he turned to Cooper and inquired, “Was Rolin this much of a troublemaker when she went to Blackgarden Mountain? Was it not very annoying for you?”

“She was quite a lady at Blackgarden Mountain. She might be just releasing her true nature coming back to Glowing Valley. But such a Rolin is also cute, isn’t she?” Cooper replied gently.

“Cute?” Roland was noncommittal, “Perhaps.”

The breakfast was exceptionally lavish. In addition to the regular fish and egg stewed rice, there was bread, milk, fruit tea, fried eggs, bacon, vegetable salad, and also fish from the river, shrimp, and even a pot of thick, sticky soup emitting waves of medicinal fragrance.

This was Qi and Blood Ointment, previously sold at the merchant caravan’s stall. A cover-the-teapot-size portion of Qi and Blood Ointment cost three silver coins.

But here, one could drink it freely.

Facing such an opportunity to take advantage, Russell would not let it pass. He scooped bowl after bowl of the Qi and Blood Ointment to drink, even though the taste was actually not good.

“Have you never seen anything good before?” Rolin said with disdain.

“I’m storing up energy. After breakfast, I still have to face you in battle, my sister,” Russell said without any embarrassment.

After ingesting the Qi and Blood Ointment, one could clearly feel a warm flow spreading from the stomach, diffusing to the limbs and bones.

Accompanied by this were the Battle Qi in the meridians that unconsciously synchronized with the warm flow, beginning to slowly refine the nutrients in the Qi and Blood Ointment, nourishing new Battle Qi.

The efficiency was not very high, but this one meal of Qi and Blood Ointment could at least generate a quantity of Battle Qi that would take three to five days of hard practice to produce.

With stomachs full and thirst quenched.

Everyone arrived at the castle’s back training ground, which was the place where knights in the castle practiced, and also where Russell and the others had trained in Battle Qi from childhood.

“Are you ready, rookie!” Rolin changed into a set of light battle clothes and took a fiery red longsword. Its hilt was inlaid with red gemstones.

Russell also changed into battle gear, which was a suit of close-fitting light armor.

The personal servant Ram presented his Green Ceramic Sword, and Eric, serving as the knight teacher, softly cautioned, “Miss Rolin’s limbs and meridians are all connected. It’s very difficult to win by brute strength; you can only rely on swordsmanship skills.”

Knights in full armor cannot externalize their Battle Qi for combat, theoretically speaking, the battle relies on the body’s own strength.

Even though Russell’s progress was lacking, with his arm meridians not yet connected, it did not necessarily mean he was much weaker than Rolin.

After all, Rolin was a woman, and her physiological structure meant that her combat power would be discounted.

“I’ll do my best,” Russell said as he grasped the Green Ceramic Sword, twirled a sword flower in his hand, and then stepped into the center of the arena.

Rolin glared at Russell with malicious eyes, “Rookie, you’re going to pay for your arrogance!”

“Your trash talk can’t scare me anymore, my dear sister,” Russell glared back unafraid.

He was no longer the inferior and cowardly person he used to be, who shrank under the oppressive might of his brother Roland and sister Rolin.

Moreover, he had even hunted the fearsome Snow Ghost, so how could he be afraid of Rolin.

Seeing that verbal attacks were indeed useless, Rolin no longer wasted words and directly swung her red longsword, launching an attack on Russell.

The moves were mighty and powerful, showing Rolin’s deep mastery of Battle Qi.

Russell, however, did not show any sign of nervousness, but instead breathed a sigh of relief, because he realized that Rolin’s momentum was far from the Great Knight level.

“So weak!”

He silently lamented, and Russell straightaway swung his sword to meet her, executing a well-practiced thrust from the “Radiant Swordsmanship Technique”.

Clang!

The two fine swords collided, producing a clear, metallic clash.

Russell and Rolin each took a step back. This exchange ended in a draw.

Rolin frowned and began another sword attack.

Russell breathed another sigh of relief, as the sister in his memory who liked to show off her fighting prowess was much weaker than he had imagined. Perhaps there was still a gap between them, but it was a gap that could be bridged, not like when he faced Eric, where he couldn’t find any opportunity for victory.

The same “Radiant Swordsmanship Technique”, the same Armed Knight.

In just a short moment, the siblings had exchanged dozens of moves on the field. Rolin gradually gained the upper hand, her red longsword like a cluster of flames, pressuring Russell so much that he could barely lift his head.

But the sword in Russell’s hand was steady, solidly guarding the space three feet in front of him. Occasionally, an unexpected thrust would tear open a gap through Rolin’s pressure, forcing her to retract her sword to defend herself.

“Rolin is getting anxious,” Baron Roman said, his arm entwined with that of his wife Meryl’s, as they arrived at the edge of the field.