CHAPTER 575: CHAPTER 335: THE SPREAD OF WAR FEVER AND THE ZEALOUS DRAGON-MEN (PART 2)

However, compared to those Dragon-men born into privilege and distinguished families, Calvin’s family, although they have lived in Elisium City for generations, are among the most numerous and yet least conspicuous of the Dragon-men in this city full of glory and splendor.

Even though they were granted Transcendent physiques above ordinary Humans by the Holy Dragon Emperor’s grace, their residence is somewhat distant from the Holy Dragon Emperor’s, thus making it impossible for them to grow Dragon Wings like the offspring of those wealthy and noble families.

If their children leave Elisium City, they are naturally noble citizens of the Holy Dragon, but in this city overflowing with Dragon-men, they are the most inconspicuous and ordinary Dragon-men, without any distinguishing features.

Therefore, an ordinary young Dragon-man, upon seeing the summons from the Holy Dragon Descendant, decided without hesitation to respond to the call, even though it meant a bitter argument with his father, nearly leading to a fracture in their relationship, he was determined to participate.

Old Dragon-man Jia’er strongly opposed this, hoping his son would be like him, an honest and straightforward Dragon-man, living a simple and uneventful life, but he couldn’t control a son who had grown up, had his own thoughts, and was full of rebellious ideas.

Thus, after their son joined the army, the old couple could only stay at home in constant anxiety, praying daily to the Holy Dragon Emperor for their son’s safe return.

Now, as the entire city is immersed in the joy of war, the old couple waits anxiously for the arrival of the victory messenger. It is said that every living Dragon-man will send a family letter to Lord Iliad to be brought back together.

"Coo-coo, is this the home of Leon Jardon?"

In this stiflingly quiet atmosphere, an astonishingly large fat pigeon descended from the sky, and a delicately featured Little Fairy peeked her small head out from the pigeon’s back, asking politely.

"Yes, this is Leon Jardon’s home. I am his father, Calvin Jardon."

The old Dragon-man stepped forward, his expression growing increasingly tense and uneasy.

"Then I must have the right place. Huff, I have a letter here from your son."

The Little Fairy, with a face showing effort, removed the sheepskin scroll from her back, then revealed a wearied expression and handed the scroll to the long-waiting old Dragon-man with a sense of relief.

"How is my son?"

"How could I possibly know?"

The Little Fairy riding the big fat pigeon instinctively retorted, but upon seeing the two honest old Dragon-men before her, she added,

"Why don’t you take a look at the letter? Anyway, the people who can send letters back are living comfortably on the Sea City Shore now. Ah, I’m so envious; I want to set sail too!"

The originally comforting Little Fairy now showed a look of envy, but at this moment, old Dragon-man Calvin no longer cared about the Little Fairy’s sentiments, all his attention focused on the sheepskin scroll in his hands. Eagerly, he untied the band and unrolled the scroll, and clumsy handwriting immediately leaped to his eyes,

"How could it be?"

Upon seeing the contents of the letter, old Dragon-man Calvin was dumbfounded and muttered to himself, his eyes vacant, as if he had been struck by an Immobilization Spell. His expression frightened his partner, Aisha, who hurriedly stepped forward in anxiety,

"What’s wrong with Leon? Don’t scare me!"

However, when Aisha saw the contents of the family letter on the sheepskin, she too was profoundly shocked. But unlike her partner’s silence, she cried out directly,

"Leon actually became the City Lord and also received a Knight title."

Aisha couldn’t help but laugh, but her laughter carried a sobbing tone. She grabbed Calvin’s arm and shook it:

"Calvin! Did you see? Our son has made something of himself; he’s become a noble! And a City Lord too."

Her voice rose higher and higher, finally turning into a sharp cry and high-pitched scream.

Such commotion would usually bring about neighbors’ complaints and scolding, but at this moment, the Dragon-men disturbed by Aisha’s voice all cast friendly smiles towards the couple.

Right now, Elisium City is extremely tolerant, especially towards the family members of the Expeditionary Army, no matter how discomposed they appeared upon receiving family letters, those around them could show maximum tolerance and understanding.

"Stay calm; it’s just a small town with a population of less than a hundred thousand. You see, he even complained in the letter that it’s not as good as our rural village."

Calvin, having come to his senses amid his wife’s lively commotion, couldn’t help patting her shoulder, trying to comfort her. However, despite trying hard to conceal it, his voice carried a slight tremble, and his hands and feet shook slightly.

Their family had been commoners for seven generations, their ancestor being a slave, but because of their early settlement, they managed to own a reasonably well-positioned home in Elisium City.

There were ancestors who had tried to strive, but for the lower-class commoners, every failure’s consequences required a lifetime, even involving their descendants, to repay.

Now, his child, a child from whom he didn’t have high expectations, in one seemingly impulsive decision, achieved the success that seven ancestral generations never had, completely rewriting the family’s history; how could he not be excited?

Currently, there are countless families in Elisium City behaving like these Dragon-man couples, and the rewards of this war have exceeded almost every Dragon-man’s prediction and expectation.

No one could have imagined that an ordinary Dragon-man, following the Expeditionary Army to the Other Shore Continent, could become a noble, have their own fief, and even control the power of a city.

"Hahaha, did you see? My grandson, Barbos, now is an exalted Viscount, and he even owns a Viscount Domain of his own."

Within the Third Ring, in a rather luxuriously decorated courtyard, the portly magnate Hudson waved his hands and feet, his face full of pride as he solemnly announced to the descendants gathered in one place,

"From today onward, our Palu family is no longer just lowly merchants."

"That’s not nobility of the Holy Dragon Land; what’s so great about that?"

"What did you say?"

Hudson glared as he heard a dissenting voice from his offspring, who dared to speak against the moment. It was his favorite youngest son, yet at this moment,

"Witt, you think it’s not a big deal? Then why didn’t you follow Lord Iliad like your nephew did? What were you afraid of? Your courage is as timid as a golden-haired mouse, yet you dare slander my beloved grandson."

"Father."

Witt, usually the most spoiled, was somewhat stunned, looking at his father. If he remembered correctly, this father didn’t even recall having such a grandson until today, simply because he had too many grandchildren.

But now, once the victory messenger arrived, the name Barbos became the pride of the Palu family, a star of hope for the family, and no one could slander him.

Because of this, many Dragon-men were unconvinced, especially those familiar with Barbos, as they believed their abilities were no lesser than this family’s star of hope. If given the same experiences, they believed they could achieve the same or even more glory and territory.

The fervor brought about by the victory was spreading across Elisium, yet beneath this revelry, many Dragon-men’s thoughts and souls were undergoing quiet changes.

The fruits of victory were too sweet, and in the eyes of many Dragon-men, the process of obtaining them seemed too easy. After seeing the achievements of compatriots who went to the Other Shore Continent, they couldn’t help but feel,

I could do that too!

Because the Dragon-men achieving honor were none other than, years ago, their brothers, relatives, friends, and neighbors.

If they can do it, why can’t I?