I, Valon, am frantically searching for my mother.

Chapter 98 Super Wings

Ingrid was initially worried that Wayne might secretly kick her a few times.

But Wayne soon showed her with his actions:

It's just a convenient thing~

Besides, do we, the noble golden dragon, need to find a reason or consider the occasion when we beat up the evil red dragon?

Isn't this a perfectly justifiable and righteous good deed that rids the people of harm?

As for your question about when Wayne became the Golden Dragon?

Nawien could only reply, "Mom! I, Nawien, am actually a Golden Dragon already! I've even registered as a Golden Dragon!"

On the other side, Ingrid, who had been kicked by Wayne for no reason, was so angry that she trembled all over after hearing Wayne's muttered words, "How did a red dragon get into the house?" Her dragon face almost turned as red as a monkey's bottom.

How come you're popular again?

All Wayne could say was that the female dragon's blushing outweighed everything else.

But Ingrid's blush now clearly didn't mean that; it was a complex mix of anger, humiliation, frustration, helplessness, and a slight urge to cry.

If I had to describe it in one word, it would be "urgent".

Urgent!

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She remained in that stiff posture, wanting to attack but afraid to move, her chest heaving with intense emotions, emitting heavy breathing, and even her originally golden eyes began to turn red.

She seemed to want to punch Wayne but couldn't, wanted to curse but was afraid Aunt Alice would hear, and wanted to leave but felt too frustrated.

Finally, after taking a few deep breaths, Ingrid managed to suppress the urge to fight Wayne on the spot.

No matter how Wayne provoked her, the little dragon remained calm.

"Hey, I'm telling you, you little liar."

Ingrid's voice was a little hoarse, but it had regained its basic coherence. She looked coldly at Wayne, her golden vertical pupils flashing with a complex light—disgust, resentment, but also a rare seriousness.

"You should have noticed by now, right? Aunt Alice is genuinely kind to you, that's good."

She spoke slowly and deliberately, her tone carrying a complex emotion that she herself was unaware of.

"Although I don't know what method you used to gain Aunt Alice's trust and love."

Ingrid stared intently into Wayne's eyes, trying to find even the slightest hint of hypocrisy or scheming.

"But I'm warning you, you little liar."

"Don't you dare bully Aunt Alice!"

"Aunt Alice's child—died in an accident more than a hundred years ago. She was a silver dragon, who should have been soaring in the wider sky or returning to her silver dragon clan."

"But she remained alone in Hel, silently guarding that unfulfilled hope—she suffered greatly, and was also—pitiful."

When Ingrid said these words, the hostility in her eyes towards Wayne did not diminish, but when she talked about Aunt Alice, the slightly clumsy concern that belonged to a young dragon was genuine.

The little dragon glared fiercely at Wayne. Although her flushed face made her threat less intimidating and more comical, her determination was undeniable.

"You—if you dare to take advantage of Aunt Alice's kindness to you, or dare to do anything to hurt or bully her—"

"I will absolutely not let you get away with this! Absolutely!"

Would the little female dragon actually stand up for Alice's mother?

Although Wayne was a little annoyed with Ingrid, Ingrid's last words at least proved that she genuinely cared for and protected Alice's mother.

Moreover, judging from this, the little female dragon may have indeed frequently visited Alice's mother, who was left behind in Hel, immersed in the grief of losing her son.

This thought actually lessened Wayne's dislike for her a little.

After unleashing a barrage of attacks, Ingrid glared at Wayne, and before Wayne could react, the little dragon flapped her wings and vanished into the wind.

As the little female dragon flew away, Wayne's thoughts finally returned.

But watching Ingrid fly away, Wayne started to feel annoyed again.

This is my mom, what's it to you?

The problem is that the other party has already flown away, and I can't fly.

What should we do?

Wayne was in a panic.

As we all know, Pleasant Goat loves to spin around and come up with a good solution.

The same goes for Wayne.

Unwittingly, his gaze swept over an inconspicuous corner at the edge of the platform.

There lies the excrement Wayne produced last night when he used the excuse of needing to poop to escape.

error!

I have a plan!

Soon, under Wayne's manipulation, the hardened dragon dung was evenly divided into several equal parts.

The shit turned into a shit bomb!

Now it's time to launch!

Wayne's mind was stirred.

All spells activated! Activated! Activated!

and this!

Super accurate aim!

The next second, Wayne took a deep breath.

Wayne hurled one powerful, fast-moving, invisible bomb after another!

However, Wayne did not hear any feedback.

Didn't win?

Don't rush, let the bullets fly for a while!

next second.

"Ouch, who threw this poop?"

Under Wayne's expectant gaze, a small golden figure appeared in the distant sky. Its flight path suddenly became erratic, as if it had lost its balance, swaying violently in the air a few times, and then—

He plunged headfirst down!

It drew a standard parabola, imbued with an aura of despair!

This time it really crashed!

Wayne was in high spirits as he watched Ingrid pay tribute to the legendary Captain Zobayan.

That's great, now I can go back.

Soon, after washing his paws, Wayne returned to his bedroom in the main lair.

Upon seeing little Wayne return, Alice's mother, who was gracefully reclining on her soft fur waiting for him, immediately raised her eyes, her icy blue eyes filled with a gentle smile.

"How's it going, little Wayne?"

She extended her paw, gesturing for Wayne to come over.

"Did you see Little Ritter off properly? Did you two argue?"

To be honest, if the little female dragon stayed any longer, she might really be sent away by Wayne.

Wayne nodded.

"Mom, don't worry, I listened to everything you said and did my best to send Little Ritt off!"

But Wayne quickly added a sentence.

"But I don't think Leeteuk will fly back so soon—"

"It's alright, little Wayne, it's fine as long as you see him off."

Alice's mother didn't seem to delve into the possible deeper meaning of Wayne's words, and simply patted his head gently.

Then she stopped caring about Ingrid and focused all her attention back on Wayne in her arms.

She gently cupped Wayne's little face, making him look into her eyes.

"Oh, right, little Wayne!"

"Do you remember what Mom said yesterday? She said she had a big surprise for you when you woke up today?"

Alice looked tenderly at the cub before her, then said affectionately, "Come on, little Wayne, close your eyes. Mommy has a big surprise for you!"