Chapter 3: Luck is Being a Father!
Chapter 3: Luck is... Being a Father!
The terrifying bck smoke shot straight into the sky.
Matthew stood in pce, watg the distant colpsing walls and the gradually spreading pu smell, his heart sinking slightly:
"The people of Sweetwater Town are done for!"
"Even if they weren't killed by the breath directly, the corrosive gas spreading out will burn through their lungs..."
"This is the living world, where you never know if surprises or disasters will e first!"
Not thinking about the bck dragon that had disappeared into the distance, Matthew closed his eyes, did some mental fortification, then turo look at the people in a dazed state, and shouted in a low voice:
"Let's go, we o take a detour. The poison gas is ing soon."
"Leave everything behind. We e back after the gas disperses..."
"Also, tear off some cloth, make scarves, soak them in water, and cover your mouth and nose. Hurry to the high ground..."
Before the dazed people could react, the old steward Ralph had already spped Old John on the head and shouted loudly:
"Did you hear that? Hurry and do as the Lord says; it will save your lives!"
As he shouted, Ralph pulled out the dagger from his waist and quickly stabbed it into a cloth bag, pulling out over ten pieces of linen clothing.
Ange, who had rushed over, drew her sword and with a few swift cuts, split them open and threw them into a bucket of water.
Uhe threat of death, the panicked crowd, who had surged forward, was forced back by Ange's raised sword, and Ralph sternly scolded:
"Line up! We have time. If aries to push, I'll break their legs!"
Whether it was Ralph's long-standing authority and fairness e's gleaming sword that worked, after the initial chaos, everyone obediently lined up and followed Ralph's instrus to run towards the distant hillside.
Ralph tied the remaini cloth around the mules, who were colpsed on the ground, uo stand, and sighed.
"What a disaster out of nowhere!"
Log the door behind him, Matthew got off the carriage and, with Ange's pull, quickly ran into the distance.
Matthew felt the frailty of his body, and a hint of helplessness fshed through his mind as he secretly made up his mind:
"This weak body won't do; strengthening and modifiust be prioritized!"
After running to the small hillside, everyone panted heavily, turning to look back.
A thin mist blew in with the wind, and wherever it passed, the lush green pnts quickly withered.
The area where the caravan had been was also shrouded in grayish-white mist, and the mules left behind soo out painful whinnies.
Ralph's face was full of distress; these were the Lord's property, and it was his duty to protect them.
If these mules died, and the supply toater Town was devastated, the supplies would have to be moved by human power, which would disrupt the pinerary.
Spending the night outdoors with the Blood Moon approag was aremely dangerous thing!
Matthew was still unaware of everyone's worries; he was now feeling deeply afraid.
"Fortunately, we were deyed by two hours. If we had already entered Sweetwater Town, I probably would have died before even starting my mission..."
"This is what 'Misfortune 5' brings; a 100% death rate is no joke!"
"But the death crisis is avoided, and the Luck 4 reward hasn't been fulfilled yet?"
Subsciously rubbing his temples, Matthew sarcastically reflected to himself. Ralph, thinking his lord was worried about the situation, quickly forted him:
"Lord, you don't o worry. A creature of the bck dragon's level appearing and attag a town would surely draw the attention of our monit spell arrays..."
"That's probably why the bck dragon fled!"
With the current power of the heril Empire, the Great Arists with an average level over 25 would be very happy to capture this troublemaking bck dragon.
Whether to bleed it for farming or to use it for spell experiments, both are very satisfyihods.
Just then, a fsh of azure light streaked through the sky, and Matthew immediately reized its in.
"Teleportation wave!"
As the teleportation array's fluctuatioled, a red figure fell straight to the ground.
A pale face, with a chest corroded by acid, leaving a gaping, bloody hole.
o check, they're dead!
But with his keen observation, Matthew noticed the bald head and the iic red robe on the body.
"Sure enough, it's those mad Red Robe Mages. What were they thinking, provoking a bck dragon? Now they've lost their lives and taken a town down with them!"
Well-versed in such matters, Matthew immediately reized the in and khat these mages from the Kingdom of Thay were nothing but madmen as.
Just as Matthe what the Red Robe Mages had doo provoke the bck dragon.
A bck, oval objeded in front of Matthew, making a creaking sound.
It was a rge, jet-bck iron egg, with faint dark green corrosion marks on its surface, emitting wisps of bck smoke.
Clearly, it had been heavily damaged in the bck dragon's breath attack.
Matthew blinked in fusion at the heavily damaged dragon egg before him, then noticed that cracks were f on the dark egg shell.
A slightly fttened, dark head poked out from the crack, followed by two chubby cws, and then the whole body.
It was only then that Matthew got a clear look at the little creature.
A ft, broad little head, with three blunt horns on it, a back covered in dark, shiny scales, with a slightly yellowish belly and limbs.
Only its delicate wings bore hints of charred bd small holes, clearly where the wounds were.
Matthew felt like he was looking at a magical version of a bck-backed dog, pletely uhe dragon whelps he had seen before.
After struggling out of the shell, the little creature seemed exceptionally weak, lying on the ground uo stand.
Its round, chubby body trembled, and its life force was gradually fading.
The little thing had clearly been seriously injured in the earlier attack, and without immediate treatment, it might not eveo see the beautiful world before it dies.
A wild and unbelievable thought suddenly arose in Matthew's mind:
"Could this heavily injured dragon whelp be the maion of Luck 4?"
"Hiss, if that's the case, then I misuood Luck earlier. Please five my shhtedness..."
Without time to savor the irony, Matthew quickly exged a gh Ralph, who, with eyes gleaming iement, replied in an incredulous tone:
"Lord, this is destiny! Quickly use the Life Paot only to save this dragon whelp but also to heal your soul's damage!"
Surprised, Matthew g the steward, able to hear the sincere in his voice without any ulterior motives, and gave him a nod of approval:
"You're really something, steward!"
Without hesitation, Matthew took out the only item left by his mother, the Life Pact, rumored to be made from the leaves of the World Tree.
The Life Pact allows any two creatures to form a life bond, sharing life and loy, while also pensating for each other's weaknesses, even repairing fatal injuries.
Matthereviously sidered using the Life Pact to form a bond with a transdent creature.
But weak creatures wouldn't have any effect, and the Serre family had no means to obtain super creatures that could bee legendary.
So the Life Pact had bee unused.
Now, with it finally ing into py, Matthew, even in his sed life, never expected such a surprising start.
He squatted down aly stroked the trembling bck dragon whelp, vaguely sensing its desire to survive:
"Form a pact with me! If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes!"
The Life Pact, translut and emerald-like, seemed to sethew and the whelp's thoughts, transf into glowing particles that merged into their bodies.
Matthew could clearly feel an indescribable gentle power spreading through his body, with his inally hysique rapidly growing stronger before his eyes.
To his astonishment, a curious and childish voice suddenly echoed in his mind:
"Yaya? Are you Daddy?"
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