Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 181 - 138 True Dragon Submits, Great Angel Descends_2

Chapter 181: Chapter 138 True Dragon Submits, Great Angel Descends_2

"Lord Noah, if you don’t mind my recklessness and stupidity, I, Ares Andrew, am willing to follow you for a hundred years."

"I am also willing to follow you for a hundred years to repay the grace of your rescue!"

The last remaining Brass Dragon was dumbfounded; even if he had other thoughts, seeing the two dragons who had suffered similarly were willing to follow, he could only grit his teeth and say,

"Me too!"

"Hahaha, good, good."

The unexpected change left Noah momentarily stunned, then he burst into uncontrollable laughter.

In the Metallic Dragon Race, it is an exceedingly difficult achievement to make fellow dragons follow. This is due to their innate arrogance, unique in the Dragon Clan, and their pursuit of freedom and ideals.

Noah had privately complained countless times. Under normal circumstances, beings like him with a Bloodline Ancestor and special boss template should naturally become regional leaders and attract a large number of fellow dragons to follow and serve.

But in the Dragon Clan, such situations don’t apply. Even though he became an Ancestral Golden Dragon, the other dragons in the Gemology Society had changed their attitude towards him.

Yet to this day, no dragon wanted to follow or serve him, not even to hang out with him; everyone had their own ideas.

Noah could indeed understand this because the most typical dragon sentiment is: I acknowledge you are indeed powerful, but who’s to say I can’t surpass you in the future.

With such a mindset, it’s challenging for dragons to submit to their kind. Even if the other party has objectively surpassed oneself and is superior in bloodline and strength, they refuse to recognize the other’s leadership.

In any normal race, such situations wouldn’t occur; showing slightly superior traits in any aspect would attract a large number of followers.

"Go rest on my territory. I will arrange for Cloud Giants to protect you."

Noah knew that these three Young Dragons were willing to follow him due to multiple influences.

Firstly, Noah’s noble Ancestral Dragon Species bloodline; just in terms of size, Noah was larger than these three of the same age combined.

On the other hand, naturally, was Noah’s generosity and kindness; Noah had invited a Legend to save them from pain.

Though foster father Casius wouldn’t discuss money with Noah, according to the unspoken rules of the Dragon Clan, the cost of this rescue needed to be paid by those rescued; there’s no reason for the one helping to bear the cost.

Based on this rule, the Golden Dragon Agnes, who once persistently clung to Noah, now had to avoid him, firstly due to her deep wounded pride and face, secondly due to a huge debt she couldn’t currently repay.

The same treatment applied to these three Young Dragons. Casius’s intervention was free for Noah, but these three Young Dragons owed Noah a fee for hiring a Legendary being, not just any Legend—Casius had humbled himself, abandoned his bloodline, but the outside world didn’t know the news.

To put it bluntly, the price for the renowned Casius to intervene would be more than selling these three Young Dragons.

Noah speculated that it was precisely because the payment was too difficult that Ares decided to essentially sell himself for a hundred years, willing to lower his head and follow, and the other two dragons quickly followed suit once they realized.

Everything needs a leader; once there’s a leading dragon, others will inevitably follow suit.

Noah also speculated that they hoped their miserable experiences in the Dark Territory would remain thoroughly hidden, unrecorded.

The thought process was easy to deduce: if I’m your follower, it won’t look good on you, as the sect master, if our reputation as followers is tarnished.

Therefore, from this perspective, Noah indeed needed to keep things secret; otherwise, he’d lose face.

"Thank you, Great Lord!"

Being willing to follow and serve naturally changed their address. After the trio left, Noah couldn’t contain his joy, proclaiming to everyone that he had gained three dragon followers.

This caused a minor ripple and wide discussion within the Dragon Clan circles, though it wasn’t particularly surprising.

Because everyone knew their president, wealthy beyond compare and with connections terrifyingly far-reaching, had coaxed a Legendary being to rescue dragons.

The dragons who were rescued were willing to follow the president for a hundred years, a logical move they could understand. Most dragons would make the same choice, as the debt was insurmountable.

If one can’t pay, then selling oneself to settle the debt is the only option.

In comparison, no dragon really cared about these three dragons’ encounters in the Dark Territory; the discussion and focus were all on Ancestral Dragon Noah.

This dragon, after becoming a juvenile dragon and ascending to an Ancestral Dragon, hadn’t displayed much combat power, but everyone believed in his strength.

Yet, what truly fascinated and drew admiration from other dragons was the wealth and connections he demonstrated, particularly the latter, which was the pride and terror of the Metallic Dragon Race.

"Little Noah, you sure calculate well; without spending a copper coin, you’ve recruited three small dragons. It feels good to gain without giving anything, doesn’t it?"

The radiant and spirited Golden Dragon Lord was quickly cornered by his foster mother.

"Auntie, what are you saying? You saw the miserable state of the dragons uncle brought back, and haven’t you heard? Those three only agreed to follow for a hundred years; they can’t develop much in that time, honestly, they’re not very useful."

Noah defended with a composed expression.

"Enough with the modesty, spare me the act; a hundred years are useless? In a hundred years, could you not make them loyally follow you?"

Selena sneered, not buying Noah’s words at all,

"Moreover, you underestimate my information channels; I heard one of those dragons you ransomed intends to follow you?"

"That’s a Red Copper Dragon; the Golden Dragon hasn’t shown interest."

Noah clarified.

"What? Not even interested in a Red Copper Dragon now?"

"Of course that’s not bad, just a pity."

"What’s the pity? If you agree to give her a status, that Little Golden Dragon will definitely follow you wholeheartedly."

"I haven’t made up my mind about that; I need to consider it more."

Noah pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

"If you truly liked her, there’d be no need to consider—seems you’re not interested, so it can’t be helped."

Selena observed Noah for a while, then shook her head,

"Let’s talk about something else then."

"What is it?"

Noah thought his foster mother was cornering him to collect the cost of his foster father’s intervention, which was indeed a significant sum.

"I’ve tracked the devil’s whereabouts, but she’s excellent at hiding, making the task very troublesome. I’m thinking of entrusting this matter to you; are you interested?"

"You mean the devil who extorted ransom from me?"

"Who else?"

"Give me all the information you have."

The Golden Dragon’s eyes gleamed with killing intent. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Understood."

After receiving and reviewing the information provided by his foster mother for a long time, Noah furrowed his scaly eyebrows,

"This devil is exceedingly well-hidden!"

"Never mind, I’m a Great Lord, why trouble myself? It’s best to leave challenging tasks to the professionals."

After contemplating, Noah took out a Golden Horn imbued with a holy aura. As the Golden Dragon blew the horn, the power contained within was instantly activated, constructing a temporary channel connecting to Heaven.

A Holy Angel, clad in silver-white Holy Armor and wielding a sword and shield, descended from Heaven, the sacred radiance spreading across the area where the Golden Dragon resided.

"Mortal life, I am the Holy Great Angel, what is your... request...?"

The Holy Angel from Heaven initially bore a haughty expression, but as she realized who was before her, her voice grew increasingly softer.