Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 222 - 159 You Really Made Me Suffer

"What does this mean?"

Tidel looked at the golden robe that had appeared on him, involuntarily raising his head to look at Noah. The vivid golden dragon that moved around it was particularly striking, as if a living creature was sealed upon it. The scales, horns, whiskers, and tail of this golden dragon were all fully present, a carbon copy of the giant beast before him.

"It doesn’t mean anything, it’s just getting cold, so I made you a garment!"

Noah grinned and said.

"Do you also wish for me to accept the crown and become the new king?"

Tidel was no longer the youth he once was. Although he didn’t quite understand what the golden robe Noah draped over him represented, he could comprehend the intent behind it to some degree.

"If I said I don’t want you to be king, would you believe me?"

"No."

Tidel laughed because he still remembered, that when the guy in front of him was just a young dragon a few meters long, he used to jump around, urging his own father to rise in rank, preferably to become a monarch.

"Since that’s the case, what are you asking me for? The answer I can give you, the advice I can provide, you already know in your heart, don’t you?"

Noah scrutinized the man in front of him. Compared to when he fused with the Titan Blood Crystal and broke through, appearing as a mature middle-aged man, Tidel now showed very obvious signs of aging. It was hard to believe that a legend just over sixty years old would look this way.

"Although everyone, including you, persuades me to accept the crown and become the new king, I still have great doubts. Can I really become king? Is the Augustus family really suitable to become the royal family?"

"Besides yourself, is there anyone else who opposes you?"

Noah asked back.

"My father is still around, so of course, no one opposes me."

"It’s not just because of uncle but also because this land, whose order was destroyed by devils, needs a voice that can unify all powers, to rebuild a new order. The birth of a new king is what everyone hopes for. You cannot go against the trend."

Noah said solemnly.

"But Noah, the reason I am being pushed to be the king is entirely because of my father’s presence. What if he’s not here?"

Tidel voiced his biggest concern. He knew his father’s personality, even if he returned now, he would inevitably leave after some time.

Without his father’s stabilizing presence, even if his mother remained, he felt somewhat insecure because the kingdom about to be established, whether in terms of its territorial area or the number of legends, far surpassed the already fallen United Kingdom.

Becoming the ruler of such a country, the holder of the highest authority, the pressure was enormous. Without his father, could he really, along with the current Augustus family, manage the kingdom well?

"Do you really think you were chosen as king solely because of your father? Have you forgotten the years you’ve served as the commander of the alliance, resisting the devil’s legions on the frontier? How do you account for those achievements?"

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Tidel did not agree with Noah,

"If selecting the new king was based on achievements, then it shouldn’t be me; many legends should qualify as candidates."

"But I wouldn’t support them, I would only support you."

The Golden Dragon lowered its head, gazing directly at the legend who had fused with four Blood Crystals,

"You can ignore your own existence, even belittle the achievements you’ve made, but do you intend to undermine me? Will you deny the role I played on the battlefield?"

Even though Noah had never placed himself in danger, no one could deny the critical role he had played. Just his frequent summoning of Ancient Dragons to rescue situations had earned him the gratitude of many legends.

Not to mention Noah tirelessly overseeing the Mage City, using the authority of the Sun Governor to support the frontline and ensure the normal operation of order in the rear, providing essential supplies and munitions for the frontline troops.

Each and every one of these, Noah remembered them all, and no one could erase his achievements. What was rightfully his, even a single copper coin could not be missing.

"Noah, if that’s the case, why don’t you try to become the new king? I can nominate you."

Tidel suddenly suggested, giving Noah a huge surprise, leaving the Golden Dragon stunned on the spot, staring at him, confirming that this guy was not joking with him.

"That’s a very good proposal!"

Initially, Noah gave high approval to this guy’s suggestion, then gritted his teeth,

"But do you think it’s appropriate for someone like me? Who would recognize me? Who would support me? Only you, but that’s far from enough!

Sufficient is enough, Tidel, stop shirking the responsibility you should bear! Didn’t you say this land is calling for you? Then she still needs you now, to restore prosperity for her."

"Why do you think you’re not suitable?"

"Because I am a Dragon, perhaps you have gotten used to my presence, but many people still don’t like it!"

Noah spewed a breath of fire with extreme displeasure,

"Stop asking such stupid questions, the era of dragons ruling the earth is no longer, and a group of humanoid races will absolutely not choose a Dragon Clan as a monarch, you are the most suitable candidate."

If it were possible, Noah certainly wouldn’t mind crowning himself king. However, it’s simply not feasible, not to mention whether his current strength is fitting, even his racial identity and status are enormous obstacles.

If he really became the King of the Eastern Realm, who knows how many races he would provoke. Without the requisite strength, it’s best not to take too high a position.