Warm Dragon

"You mean Russell might win?" Looking at Russell who was being beaten in the field, Mrs. Meryl was surprised, "He just blossomed his fighting spirit, and Rowling has blossomed his fighting spirit for four or five years!"

She knew that her second son inherited her beauty, and she also knew that her second son did not inherit her husband's cultivation talent.

Of course, she also knew that her eldest daughter did not inherit her beauty, but inherited Baron Roman's cultivation talent.

At the age of thirteen, the fighting spirit had blossomed and cultivated real fighting spirit. Now five years have passed, and the fighting spirit is even stronger.

So she can't quite understand the current situation.

"Maybe win or lose, it depends on whether Rowling can calm down, but now it seems that Rowling is getting more and more anxious..." said the baron.

Then he added: "Russell's fighting talent is far better than his cultivation talent. He is steady and progressive, and he has avoided his own weaknesses very well, just like... like a coiled venomous snake, patiently looking for a fatal blow."

"Like your black-waisted snake king?" Mrs. Meryl thought.

The black-waisted snake is the most common venomous snake in the Valley of the Dark Light. It is also a specialty. The gallbladder, meat and blood of the snake can all be used as auxiliary materials for magic potions.

Among the black-waisted snakes, there was also a fantasy beast - the black-waisted snake king, which was contracted by Baron Roman.

The Black-waisted Snake Manor, the territory given to Russell, was named after this black-waisted snake king fantasy beast - the black-waisted snake king was originally found in the manor.

However, with the reclamation of farmland in the Black-waisted Snake Manor, the traces of the black-waisted snake are becoming fewer and fewer.

"It does look like it." The baron smiled.

At the same time, the battle scene became more and more intense. Rowling became more and more impatient after a long time of attack. He didn't care about the big moves and just wanted to take Russell down as soon as possible.

But Russell was still in the same unhurried posture as before, as if he had put on a layer of turtle shell for himself. He would block if he could, and hide if he couldn't, and would never rashly attack Rowling. But when he found an opportunity, he would still slash with a sword, making Rowling flustered.

A hundred rounds passed.

Rowling was already panting, and Russell was not feeling well either, his fighting spirit was almost drained out.

It was at this time that Rowling waved her red sword to increase her strength and destroy Russell's resistance in one fell swoop.

But her fighting spirit was a little weak, causing her steps to be a little messy.

Russell's eyes flashed, and he finally caught the opportunity to strike a fatal blow that he had been looking for. He no longer passively defended, but just like the hard training of the knight's morning class every day, he stabbed the green ceramic sword forward with a standard move.

The opportunity was fleeting, but in this blink of an eye, the green ceramic sword had broken through Rowling's offensive.

Before Rowling's red sword was chopped down, it accurately hit Rowling's chest.

No effort was spared.

Russell held the sword with both hands and stabbed forward fiercely, and the green ceramic sword pierced Rowling's combat uniform and stabbed into the soft armor inside.

Although she failed to pierce the soft armor, the huge force made Rowling feel like she was struck by lightning. Her body softened, her moves were completely scattered, and she fell on the grass.

She put away her sword.

She bowed.

Russell tried to calm her excited chest and smiled calmly: "Sister, thank you."

"I... lost?" Rowling couldn't accept it for a while. She couldn't beat her brother, whom she had been bullying since she was a child.

Picking up the red long sword that fell beside her, Rowling was about to fight again: "I don't believe it, come again!"

Cooper came over and pulled her: "Okay, Rowling, it's just a victory between siblings. Go down and change your clothes. Grandma will be here soon."

Rowling was still unconvinced, but she didn't bother anymore. She just stared at Russell and shouted: "I will stay in the fluorescent castle for a few days, Russell, let's duel again!"

Russell grinned: "I don't like to fight with the defeated."

"You!" Rowling was about to faint. If Cooper hadn't pulled her away, she might have fought with Russell on the spot.

Baron Roman came forward: "Cooper, take Rowling to change clothes."

"Okay, father-in-law."

After sending away the unconvinced Rowling, Baron Roman looked at Russell with satisfaction and said: "You performed very well. It seems that it is very beneficial to let you adapt to the life of the lord in advance. Now you are much calmer than before. Keep working hard."

"Yes, father."

Roland, who was watching the battle on the side, also came over and clapped his hands, and smiled at Russell: "You are good, kid. I am itching to do it."

Charles squeezed over and quietly raised his thumbs: "Your Excellency is mighty!"

"Russell, you are getting better and better!" Dave Golden Top Mushroom also laughed and came over to praise.

"Thank you, thank you."

A duel between a brother and sister that does not involve a life-and-death battle does not actually explain too many problems, but winning is always a pleasure.

"Chiu!"

On the top of the tower not far away, the clay dragon Ross seemed to be looking at this side and made an incomprehensible cry.

Russell looked up at Lord Ross and always felt that the clay dragon was mocking him.

However, since Lord Ross did not come to cause trouble, he would not take the initiative to provoke him, so he just turned a blind eye. Then he said a few polite words to the person who came to compliment him, and went back to change his clothes.

After changing his clothes, he did not chat for too long, and the castle bells rang.

Grandmother Ingrid arrived.

The old lady was escorted by her uncle Rosen's family, aunt Clara, and her eldest cousin Royal and younger cousin Royal.

A lengthy greeting ceremony.

Everyone gathered around today's birthday boy and entered the hall of the castle.

"The little will-o'-the-wisps are all here. This is even more joyful than during the New Year." Old Mrs. Ingrid smiled from ear to ear. The thing she was most happy to see was that the fluorescent mushroom family was prosperous.

But she also had regrets. She looked around the crowd and sighed: "Isn't Luo Bi here again? How many years has it been since you came back?"

Luo Bi is Russell's aunt, married to the Golden Baron Davis Golden Dome.

Baron Roman comforted her: "My sister has always been weak and cannot bear the cold wind. You know how she could come back in the ice and snow all the way."

"She can't come back, so you should visit her more often."

"Don't worry, I will."

On the other side, Russell was pulled by his uncle Rosen. The uncle and nephew had a conversation, mainly about the responsibilities of vassals.

"You can hunt snow ghosts, and Eric has also been promoted to the Knight of Phantom Beasts. This is good. Finally someone can share my burden." Rosen has a similar face to Baron Roman, but his appearance is more mediocre. The kind that is inconspicuous.

"I'm still studying, uncle."

"Then learn from your uncle. From now on, you will definitely have to take on the responsibility of communicating around the territory."

"I see."

"One more thing, Royal has given birth to the seed of fighting spirit, and I plan to send him to be a knight squire. So I want to ask you if you have any ideas about recruiting knight squires. If so, I hope Royal will send him to you."

"This." Russell was surprised, but quickly shook his head, "My fighting spirit training has just begun, and I have not thought of recruiting knights as attendants for the time being."

Rosen was not surprised and said, "Okay, I'll go back and ask others."