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The moment Dragon Breath warmed his body, Lord Dyson couldn't contain his joy, a surge of excitement overwhelming him from the inside out, so intense he felt like trembling.
Peat Dragon Howard had chosen him!
Even if it wasn't to ride him.
But he was about to become the master of Golden Prairie, the new Baron Gold, residing in the Golden Top Castle he had coveted day and night.
Earl Osclo and the rest were as jubilant as if they had defeated a formidable foe.
"It's all in vain," Earl Osclo beamed with happiness, "Peat Dragon Howard had already chosen Dyson, Dyson is the true heir to Davis!" But it was only because Lord Russell was glaring at him with malice that he didn't dare to celebrate excessively.
Madam Quenly, her face slathered with thick foundation, also joined in the celebration: "Dyson should inherit everything of Golden Prairie!"
