Chapter 43: Old Business

Chapter 43 Old Business
“This can even be hatched?”

David immediately narrowed the pupils of his eyes, somewhat incredulously picking the white dragon egg that had cracked a seam out of the dragon egg and propping it up, the tip of the claw of his index finger gently tapped on the egg shell.

Ding Ding.

Dang.

The interior gave a somewhat hesitant response.

Ding ding.

Davey knocks again.

DING.

Some courage seemed to have been summoned up inside the eggshell.

Davey, however, didn’t have that patience.

“If you’re not dead, get your ass out here! Get the fuck out of there and knock on your mother’s door!”

The red dragon’s right limb under the scales of the muscle burst bulging, directly a chestnut knocked up.

Click.

A third of the eggshell directly crumbled along the crack.

Revealing pure eyes under the shell as if they hadn’t been contaminated by knowledge, the white fledgling dragon with a face full of confusion.

Instinctively, he flew out his real name in dragon language:
“Sabhashish Mephil Rashid Zulkifeli…”

Just looking at the red dragon in front of him, whose patience was running out with a face full of anger, his voice got smaller and smaller, finally squeezing out a curt smile in greeting:

“Happy winter and summer days . Mom.”

Pretending to be a baby red dragon.

Davy’s mouth, on the other hand, broke into a morose grin:

“Who the hell are you calling mom?”

“. Then. Dad?” Murfleur’s smile became even more humble, and a crystalline droplet spilled out of the corner of his eye and his cloaca at the same time.

“Huh???” Davy propped up the half-eggshell, and dropped it right backward onto the sand.

“You fucking white dragon, where did you get the guts to call me a father?”

[Arrogance]

[Rage]

The entire beach fell silent on the spot.

Hundreds of elves, in the face of the [rage] and brutal red dragon, no one dares to squeak.

Or a side of the fear of David do not know the goods of the Zhuoer whispered to remind:

“Master, the white dragon, that is also a dragon ah, if you really do not see, can also.”

What she didn’t say was that this was also a real dragon that called out its real name.

I’m afraid that the value of just one of them is already worth all the dead eggs on this ship.

“Well also, that’s true, at least the white dragon is considered one of the five-colored dragons haha.”

‘Almost forgot about that’ David rubbed the scales on his knees and revealed a gentle smile.

It’s just that this unexpected surprise made Davey suddenly get a bit of a headache.

He certainly knew what Hiatt meant.

If he couldn’t see the battle power of the White Daisy Dragon, he could have sold it along with this ship of dead eggs.

But David himself hated human traffickers the most in his past life. Now that he has traveled to become a dragon, even if he is a red dragon that is evil by nature, he still can’t do this kind of thing that goes against his heart.

Even if he could deceive himself and give himself an excuse to ‘help these fledglings’ find a good adoption, not all buyers would value dragons as mounts and breeders in the same way as those elves.

After all, not everyone had the financial resources, energy and time to raise a fledgling dragon into a dragon, especially not a human with a lifespan of less than a hundred years.

They would maximize the benefits of a hatchling dragon for the highest short-term benefits, otherwise where did so many low-end ‘Dragon’s XX’ on the market come from?

Even if we don’t talk about the fact that this will make him think out of the box, if any dragon took the risk of doing a great injustice, and heartlessly did this kind of thing of selling his compatriots to the foreigners for vivisection, once the news leaked out, I’m afraid that it would immediately become the public enemy of all the dragons, and even Tiamat, who is the biggest mercenary head of the whole of the Batou Inferno, had to weigh it up when he was giving out the blessings of the Dragon God.

But since it is not for sale, is he a red dragon, do you want to learn from the dragon mom to raise a white dragon is not?

He and Tania are still just young dragons!
When he thought of the stupid thing that followed his ass all day long and called out to his father, David felt that the next [Rage] phrase was going to jump out again.

Perhaps perceiving David’s thoughts, Zuoer changed his tone and immediately smiled and said:
“In fact, the master does not have to worry about the white fledgling dragon’s upbringing problem at all, you can leave him to us, or rather, when I leave, hand him over to my younger brother, Kraytian.”

“Oh?” David immediately became half-convinced.

Raising, naturally, he wasn’t worried about it, gargoyles should be arguably the best species to raise in the entire multiverse, being able to maintain their vital signs by eating dirt.

But breeding, it was a problem that made the dragon’s head as big as a bucket.

Without the absolute suppression from the mother dragon, these unusually energetic things like perpetual motion machines will instantly turn into dragon children that the dragon suspects the dog-heads would not dare to see.

Especially a white dragon that is comparable to a husky, but much more destructive than a husky.

David can even imagine, one day in his sleep suddenly nest collapsed scene – like nothing to do around the holes of the white dragon most likely can make his nest out of a four-way hive of cheese.

Kraytian, who was on the side, immediately summoned up the courage to step forward and furtively introduced himself to the red dragon:

“Honorable master, former Spider Nest City Gargoyle Care Technician Kraytian, reporting to you.

“If you are willing to trust Kraytian, within fifty years, Kraytian will be able to present you with a fully trained white dragon warrior. I give you my word on my life.”

“A dragon care technician in Spider’s Nest City?” Davy chewed on the word that somewhat made the dragon’s eyes grow grass.

For some reason, he always felt like he’d heard it somewhere before.

“Yes! This is a profession created by our ancestors in the lineage of the Hiatt family, and it has been passed down to my sister and I’s generation, which is already the seventeenth generation of Dragons. In terms of raising dragons, we are professionals, master you can rest assured that you can leave it to Craytian.”

“.” David finally remembered where he got the impression.

His own ancestor who had been stolen and raised by Drell back then.
And thanks to this ancestor’s day and night contributions like a stallion, that ancestor of Kraytian’s even wrote “Postpartum Care and Mental Health Management of Female Dragons” and “Handbook for Raising Hatchlings–Love and Flogging”, two books that became a sensation in both the elven society and the dragon circle.
I have to admit, based on my resume and experience with dragons.

This Zhuoer family is not a professional, this is simply a fucking dragon breeding titan ah!
It was no wonder that a Zhuoer side branch had managed to survive for so many generations!
David who had no more worries was in a good mood, immediately snapped up the eggshell, used his claws to pull back the white fledgling dragon Mephile who was pretending to be dead while buried in the sand, and stuffed it into Craytian’s somewhat strained arms, and his tail tip patted his thin shoulders:
“Very well, from today onwards, you are the chief dragon care technician of my Red Dragon’s Lair.”

Saying this David’s gaze fell back to the white fledgling dragon Murfleur Road in the eggshell with a face full of sand and dirt that had been dumbfounded from the beginning to the end:
“Stop playing dead and come meet your new mom.”

Instead of rejecting this ‘new title’ of his master, two tantalizing swooshes of red floated on his delicate face, and the pupils of his eyes looked at the white baby dragon he was about to raise with an icy smile and amicable smile:

“Hello, little Mephile, is it my love that you want, or is it love whipping?”

Poor Mephile looked at the red dragon David with his fierce eyes, and then at the huge army of elves, and jumped into Krytian’s pecs:
“Mommy! Murphylle is a smart, good dragon dragon!”

“If that’s what you love …”

The white dragon overflowed with two lines of tears of emotion:
“Please whip me to your heart’s content!”

“Murfleur can take it!”

“Mommy loves me!”

“I love Mommy!”

“Wow!!!”

David locked eyes with a slightly angled necked but submissive Krytenian.

Finally a satisfied smile appeared.

(End of chapter)