Every day, Warsong would change his account to send gifts …
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The study was quiet. The weather in September was not as hot as August, and the windows had all been replaced with glass, making it very bright.
The count seemed to hear what Liszt was saying, but his mind was no longer on this channel.
Many fragments of time emerged in his mind.
There was the shock when he saw the Sapphire Dragon for the first time under the leadership of his father when he was young; there was also the joy when Melissa gave birth to her second son, and the strength of the family with only one son … He worked hard all his life to achieve the glory of the family, to let the Tulip bloom in Sapphire.
The Tulip family, under his efforts, gradually became famous in Sapphire. All aristocrats, big and small, knew that there was such a family and such a Sacred Swordsman of Waves.
However, he did not know when.
Perhaps it started when Liszt came of age and decided to be enfeoffed.
The results of his efforts, which he was proud of, seemed to become more and more ridiculous. He became a Sky Knight at the age of twenty-three. As the son of a small aristocrat, he was enough to be called a genius. However, his second son, who was abandoned by him and did not receive any resources, became a Sky Knight at the age of eighteen.
He inherited his father's estate and cultivated a Great Tulip and twelve Lesser Sprites. Liszt picked up a Great Sprite and a bunch of Lesser Sprites while swimming. The number of sprites produced in the palm-sized territory was almost as many as the harvest of Coral Island in ten years.
He had been yearning for an intermediate World of Warcraft mount since he was young, but he never got one. Liszt first raised a batch of intermediate World of Warcraft Blizzard Beasts, then picked up a batch of black blood horses with extraordinary bloodlines, and then there was the flying chocobo Loki and the diving seven-colored whale Lolth.
Most importantly, he was now forty-six years old, while Liszt was now eighteen years old.
In an actual combat exercise at the beginning of the year, he, as a Sacred Swordsman, was suppressed by Liszt and had almost no power to fight back. He convinced himself to accept this, to accept the reality that his son was stronger than him. He also convinced himself to accept that his son was the Son of Glory and would naturally be blessed by the glory of the Knight.
As a result.
Suddenly, Liszt became a Ghostblade Inheritor, and his strength was enough to defeat a powerful Domain Knight head-on.
In any case, the Count believed and tried hard to convince himself that he should be proud of his son, proud that his son could bring him incomparably glorious military exploits. Especially when the Grand Duke personally promised him three marquises on Iron Hoof Island for him to choose from, he really felt that he had given birth to an outstanding son.
The achievement of the Tulip family, which originally required the hard work of several generations, was easily achieved.
This was already the perfect ending — he was promoted to the Marquis of Oxtail, Liszt was promoted to the Marquis of Iron Hoof Island, and the Tulip family was divided into two Marquises.
But.
Now he heard something.
"Dragon Knight?" The count felt that the foundation of his worldview, outlook on life, and values that he had worked hard to convince himself had collapsed.
All that was left was confusion.
What confused him was that everything he had fought for in his life had become laughable material in front of the news that Liszt had become a Dragon Knight.
Those struggles, those perseverance, those unyieldingness, in front of the Dragon Knight, were nothing!
The tea in the cup spilled on his clothes.
Like an old man, he indulged in recalling his life experiences, joys and sorrows, as if hiding in these memories. It was as if hiding in these memories, he lived like a true Sacred Swordsman, being praised and praised by countless people, and shouldering the fate of revitalizing the family.
He did not have to face the huge, shocking news that oppressed him to the point of suffocation.
Until a thunderous voice rang in his ears: "Father!"
Only then did he suddenly recover from his trance. His hand trembled and spilled the rest of the tea. Looking at Liszt who was waving in front of him, his mind was still not completely clear: "What?"
"Your tea spilled."
"Oh, it's okay, go ahead." He put the teacup on the table, looked down at the water stains on his chest, took a deep breath, and tried to make his mind return to normal. "Where was I just now? Yes, you said you are a Dragon Knight, right?"
"I just explained it once, father, you were probably distracted." Liszt was quite helpless. Who would have thought that just the news of the Dragon Knight would scare the famous Sacred Swordsman of Waves like this?
The Count suppressed his chaotic thoughts and said: "Then listen to it again."
"I have obtained the recognition of a Fire Dragon and have become a true Dragon Knight. The reason why my strength has become so strong is because I have trained with the Fire Dragon. My qi has evolved into dragon qi. Now my strength is increasing rapidly every day. If I were to face Marquis Wildtao again, I would probably be able to finish him off in one move. "
"How do you compare to Marquis Bull?"
"Easily defeated."
"Back then, the Grand Duke almost defeated Marquis Bull in one move. Can your strength compare to the Grand Duke?" After a few deep breaths, the Count's thoughts had returned to normal, and he was no longer in a trance.
He had regained his father's dignity.
However, the water stains on his chest were a little conspicuous.
Liszt nodded. "When the Grand Duke defeated Marquis Bull, he was already surrounded by a hundred Sky Knights and was already an arrow at the end of its flight. I dare not say that I can definitely defeat the Grand Duke, but it shouldn't be too big of a problem to fight him on equal footing. "
The Count did not immediately reply.
Instead, he casually tapped the table with his hand, deep in thought.
After a moment, he looked at Liszt and said seriously: "Then, since you are already a Dragon Knight, where is your Fire Dragon?"
"I hid it, but I can let you feel my dragon might as a Dragon Knight, father!" The corner of Liszt's mouth curled up into a smile. He connected to Leo telepathically, and instantly used Leo's dragon might to surge from his body. He did not use his full strength, and only limited it to the study.
However, this simple release of dragon might caused the Count to have goosebumps all over his body.
His chest seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and he held his breath in as if he would suffocate at any time.
"That's right!
That's the feeling. Dragon might!
It's as strong as the Grand Duke's and the Sapphire Dragon's! "
After the dragon might dissipated, the Count swallowed a mouthful of saliva, a little bitter and a little excited. He forcibly suppressed his emotions and asked in a hoarse voice: "Liszt, when can I see your Fire Dragon?"
"Whenever I'm free, I'm free."
"Huh? Don't you need to communicate in advance? "
"Father." Liszt said calmly. "I am a Dragon Knight, and the Fire Dragon is a partner that I fight side by side with and recognize. When I call it, it will appear. There is no need to communicate and negotiate like the Grand Duke used to raise the Sapphire Dragon."
The Count suddenly slammed the table. "I understand … but I need some time to calm down. Let me sort out my thoughts. We will talk in detail after the dinner."
"I will go and chat with my brother for a while. Father, you can think about it calmly." Liszt got up and left, leaving the study to the Count.
The door closed.
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