Chapter 204: Golden Dragon Hatchling!

"I hope you little one will stay in Stormhold. Also, why haven't you broken out of the shell yet? Do you intend to wait until I leave the storeroom to hatch? That would be a pity!"

Gervas had already reached the storeroom door.

His original intention was to watch the young dragon hatch.

After all, this was absolutely a scene rare for any human to witness; even a Earth Knight might not have the chance.

Unfortunately, this young dragon seemed unwilling to give him face and did not wish to satisfy his desire.

Thinking this, Gervas could only helplessly lift his foot, preparing to leave.

Who knew if his lingering here would make the young dragon feel disgust.

Crack!

But just as Gervas stepped out of the storeroom, a faint cracking sound came from behind him!

Gervas's body trembled, and he turned back in sudden joy.

As expected, a fine crack had appeared on the dragon egg.

Crack! Crack!

That previous crisp sound seemed to have flipped the switch for a melody, as more crisp sounds followed in quick succession.

The originally tiny fissure on the dragon egg began to spread continuously, gradually covering most of the eggshell's surface.

Snap!

When the crack spread to its limit, a palm-sized piece of the eggshell on the dragon egg suddenly swelled and then shattered.

A golden dragon wing pierced out from inside the dragon egg.

"A Golden Dragon! It really is a Golden Dragon hatchling!"

Gervas felt his heart almost skip a beat.

There are many great dragons in this world; whether Red Dragons, Black Dragons, Blue Dragons... even Silver Dragons, the population of every species is extremely vast.

But only the Golden Dragon, without saying it is unique, is absolutely the undisputed overlord of the dragon race.

The reason is simple: Golden Great Dragons can release spells and dragon breath of all attributes.

Thus, when a Golden Dragon grows up, it is basically the strongest existence among the dragons.

Snap!

Just as Gervas's thoughts were drifting, a second piece of eggshell was blasted away, and the young dragon's other wing also pierced out of the eggshell.

With both wings successfully breaking the shell, the little one finally found a foothold, and the largest central area of the eggshell began to constantly heave up and down.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

After the eggshell burst with a series of sounds, a large golden head finally broke out of the shell.

Roar!

To Gervas's surprise and joy, the little one, immediately after hatching, looked straight at Gervas and then let out a milky-sounding roar.

"Is this a greeting to me?"

Gervas dared not be certain, but one thing was sure: that recent milky-sounding low growl held absolutely no hostility.

With the small head also breaking out of the shell, the young dragon could now easily stand up from inside the eggshell.

Crawling out of the shell, spreading its wings, and shaking its head to shake off its body, it finally allowed Gervas to roughly judge the young dragon's size.

The wingspan was barely around one meter, and from dragon head to dragon tail was only a pitiful one point one meters; when standing, it was at most forty centimeters.

Compared to an adult with a wingspan reaching twenty-seven or twenty-eight meters and a body length of over thirty meters, this was absolutely a miniature state.

Of course, although the body size was miniature, those golden, magic-rich dragon scales, plus the naturally released slight dragon pressure, already foreshadowed that in the near future, it would surely grow into one of the most powerful overlords of this sky.

Chomp! Chomp!

A chewing sound echoed in the storeroom's secret chamber; after stretching, the little one began to devour its own dragon eggshell.

This eggshell constantly contained nutrients essential for the dragon race, as well as some information the mother dragon could not pass down through bloodline inheritance.

Of course, given the extremely urgent situation at the time, Gervas felt the mother dragon likely had no time to leave any message.

Roar!

But just as this thought settled, the Golden Dragon hatchling suddenly let out a panicked wail.

Gervas was startled. "No way? Would the mother dragon harm her own child? Or was the dragon egg actually discovered by that Black Dragon?"

However, very quickly, Gervas realized he had guessed wrong on both counts.

The Golden Dragon had not encountered any accident; it was just... just that it had changed its appearance.

Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!

Good heavens! Gervas exclaimed, "Good heavens!"

Looking at the little one before him, which now had no dragon scales and no fangs, it had actually turned into a... Swift Eagle hatchling.

"Where is my majestic little dragon?"

Gervas hurried forward, holding the now-shrunken Swift Eagle, which was only twenty-plus centimeters and the size of two palms, in his hands.

Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!

The little one's panic had now dissipated, leaving only a pitiful look as it gazed at Gervas.

It seemed to be pleading, 'Help me, I don't want to look like this!'

"Little dragon, I can't help with this either; I can't even feel a trace of dragon aura on you right now!"

"If I hadn't seen your true form with my own eyes, I might have thought I picked up the wrong bird egg!"

Clearly, the Golden Mother Dragon had indeed left something on the little one's eggshell: a transformation spell.

As soon as the little one finished eating the dragon egg, the spell was triggered, transforming it into a Swift Eagle.

The mother dragon's motive for doing this was also easy to understand.

If the dragon egg had not been picked up by Gervas and had lost the mother dragon's protection.

Let alone the fact that the black dragon is very likely wandering nearby.

Even other powerful demonic beasts, upon detecting the newly hatched little dragon, would treat it as a delicacy.

So, casting a transformation spell on it will allow the young dragon to survive its weakest phase.

Chirp chirp chirp!

The little one seemed to understand Gervas's words and immediately let out a mournful cry, looking aggrieved.

"Alright, little one! Don't be sad; this form of yours is the safest right now!"

"Otherwise, if your true dragon form were revealed, it would not only attract the covetous eyes of others."

"Even that black dragon, which holds a grudge against your mother, would come sniffing around. I am simply too weak; I wouldn't be able to protect you then!"

"Your mother cast this transformation spell to protect you. Once you grow stronger in the future, the spell will surely vanish automatically!"

Chirp chirp!

Hearing this, the little one finally stopped insisting.

And Gervas felt very happy in his heart.

First, the young dragon did not seem to reject him, which meant he was one step closer to becoming a Dragon Knight.

Although he certainly could not force a contract with the young dragon right now.

But there is plenty of time; he, Gervas, had plenty of patience.

Secondly, the mother dragon's transformation spell suited his intentions perfectly.

After all, a true dragon is something...

Unless he raised it in a remote, uninhabited place, it would be absolutely impossible to keep it one hundred percent secret.

A common man is not guilty, but possessing a treasure makes him guilty. If other humans learned that the Storm Lord possessed a young dragon, and a Golden Dragon at that.

Then the fate awaiting him and the young dragon was easy to imagine.

But now, with the mother dragon's transformation spell, even a Archmage would be confused.

Therefore, Gervas could safely keep it by his side and raise it.

"By the way, little one! You don't have a name yet. Shall I give you one first?"

Chirp chirp!

The little one was very happy and nodded excitedly.

"Then from now on, I'll call you Tu Haojin!"

Gervas observed carefully for a moment and found that the little one was indistinguishable from an ordinary Swift Eagle chick from head to toe.

Only a small tuft of golden feathers existed in the area of its lower jaw and neck.

Needless to say, this was the little one's Inverse Scale, the most important mark of a true dragon.

Chirp chirp chirp!

The little one seemed very happy with the name Tu Haojin, hearing that it represented nobility, extraordinariness, wealth, and tackiness...

Ahem, it certainly didn't hear the tackiness part!