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Chapter 40 Eating Dragon Claws First thing in the morning

The candlelight flickered before me, casting an orange-yellow hue across the deep blue night.

Rean slowly flipped through a tattered ancient book in his hand. He had bought it three days ago from a down-on-his-luck nobleman. This old man, dressed in tattered court attire, had long lost his dignity as a nobleman. When he bought the book for five copper coins, he wished he could kneel down and kiss his boots.

Sothos joked that he didn't expect him to be so kind-hearted. No one could understand the contents of this ancient book, and buying this junk for five copper coins was practically giving him money.

Rean ignored it. He sensed that the contents of this ancient book were unusual, as if they possessed some kind of divinity, although he could only rely on his imagination to understand the abstract symbols on it.

After thinking about it carefully, he found himself amused. It was still the ingrained beliefs from his past life that made him feel like the scenarios in fantasy novels would happen to him.
For example, an old book bought casually on the roadside could lead him to the ancient ruins of a legendary deity.

"How could that be?" he chuckled self-deprecatingly.

The bell outside the tent was rang.

"What is it?" he replied casually, glancing toward the curtain.

There stood a petite girl, about ten years old, with long brown hair that reached her waist. She had hunched shoulders and was clutching a shirt tightly in her hand.

She slowly unfolded the clothes, and Rean realized that they were his own clothes, and now there was a big hole in them, looking like they had been burned.

"sorry"

The girl's entire body, even her voice, was trembling.

"I just want it to dry faster."

Rean stared silently for a few seconds, then turned his head away.

"Remember to tell Sothos that he will buy new ones next time he goes to town."

"Yes," Grace replied weakly, relieved.

Although her complexion was healthier than when I first met her, her thin body still gave the impression of being skeletal.

Rean is really hard to please. She's been with her for almost a year, and she's still clumsy at doing things, but seeing her hard work and seriousness, you can't bring yourself to discourage her.

Grace gathered her clothes, turned to leave, and Rean frowned slightly as he watched her retreating figure.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm being too sympathetic to her. After all, she's just a female slave. If she does something wrong, can't I just beat or scold her as I please?

Rean felt it was necessary to teach her a lesson.

“Stand still. I didn’t say I wouldn’t punish you,” he said in a deep voice.

Grace trembled, then slowly turned around, her frightened deer-like eyes trembling as she looked at him.

"Looking at me like that won't do any good."

Rean said with a stern face, "Run ten laps around the camp. You're not allowed to sleep until you finish."

Ten laps, at least five kilometers, should be enough for her to learn a lesson.

But the panic in Greta's eyes seemed to subside somewhat. She opened her mouth, then nodded: "Yes."

Just as she was about to leave, Rean called her back.

"Come over here and give me a shoulder massage."

Grace responded, moved a small stool from the side, placed it behind Rean, stepped on it so she could reach his shoulders, and vigorously massaged him with both hands.

Although the force wasn't great, it was still quite comfortable.

Rean leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

A moment later, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Greta sitting on the table in front of him, with her shoes off and her feet stepping on his shoulders.

Before he could finish speaking, the little foot lifted up and stomped hard on his face.

Caesar opened his eyes to find the orange morning light streaming in through the window. A pink dragon claw was resting on his face, rubbing against it. The owner of the claw was lying sprawled across his bed, completely out of sorts, with her head on the other side of the bed.

"Your sister."

Caesar grabbed the pale ankle and just as he flung it aside, his other foot kicked out again.

"That's enough!" He crawled out of the covers, about to explode in anger, but then took a deep breath and calmed down.

Oh well, I picked up this dragon myself, so I guess I'll just have to bear whatever trouble it causes.

He then remembered that he had asked Ita to come to his room to purify her magic after Yumilia fell asleep last night, and because it was so late, the two of them had fallen asleep.

Over the course of five months, the purification of Ita's magic power has been largely completed, and the Emperor's Seal has also accumulated a considerable amount of magic power.

Some of the powers have now been unlocked.

While it certainly can't compare to its former glory, it's better than nothing.

At this moment, Ita made a whimpering sound, drooling as she sat up, her eyes still blurry as she looked at him.

"Caesar, what are you doing in my bed?"

"Make sure you see clearly, this is my bed."

Yes, yes.

Ita yawned and rubbed his eyes: "I had a really strange dream. I dreamt I was stomping on tomatoes, and as I was stomping, the tomatoes started making noises."

"Look carefully next time before you step on it," Caesar said, covering his face.

While having breakfast, Yumilia asked with great interest, "Caesar, where do you want to go for summer vacation this year?"

It's almost July now, and Fein takes a break during the hottest part of summer, much like a summer vacation.
The kindergarten will be closed for the holidays in another week.

Last summer, Yumilia took him to the White Canyon, but unfortunately they only stayed for two days due to the weather.

"I'm fine with anything. Staying at home is good too; I can read more books," Caesar said.

“How can that be? This is the only long holiday of the year, how can we not enjoy it?” Yumilia said seriously, then said to Ita, “Ita also wants to go out and have some fun, right?”

Xiao Long's mouth was stuffed with bread, and he kept nodding.

“Other parents are all eager for their children to study hard,” Caesar said.

“But I’m different. I still hope you can all be happy. That would be the best,” Yumilia said, patting her chest.

Caesar shrugged: "I don't care, I'm fine with going anywhere, just don't go too far."

“Then, the seaside?” Yumilia picked up a newspaper, spread it on the table, and pointed to an advertisement: “Look, Brown Bay, seaside holiday home, family package for three, seven days, 800 gold lang.”

Yumilia clenched her fists, her face full of anticipation: "Don't worry about money. I've saved up quite a bit now, enough for us to have a great time."

"The sea."

Caesar had very bad memories of the sea. He once suffered a shipwreck, and his ship sank. He drifted alone on the vast ocean on a small raft for two whole months and almost became fish food.

"I want to go!" Ita exclaimed excitedly after swallowing her bread.
"My brother once told me stories about the sea, about lots of pretty little seashells, crabs and starfish, and fish bigger than a boat!" Xiaolong said with great anticipation, his eyes sparkling.

Seeing that Itha had agreed, Yumilia turned to look at Caesar.

"I," Caesar sighed.

"I'll go."

(End of this chapter)