CHAPTER 75: CHAPTER 71: INDISTINGUISHABLE SEXES

It is said that True Dragons all have their own dependents.

The True Dragon Bloodline allowed Frost and Thunder to regard the guards protecting them as Rod’s dependents. As they approached, they harbored little hostility.

However, they couldn’t get too close.

In Rod’s absence these days, the guards have been the ones delivering food near the nest, so the two little ones wake up and can eat.

Long periods of sleep and plentiful feeding have caused the two little ones to grow rapidly, their bodies reaching a meter in length without counting their tails.

If they were wild, they should have already started hunting by now.

To maintain the primitiveness and ferocity of their digestive systems, Rod had already switched their food from dried meat to fresh meat.

Just as the weather had warmed, the hunting team would bring back prey every day, allowing the two little ones to eat fresh meat as well.

However, today Rod didn’t feed them directly; instead, he brought them out of the house.

The two little ones curiously observed everything around them, flapping their wings without a trace of fear. In contrast, the patrolling guards took a detour in fear.

"Remember, everyone you see now is an ally, do not attack them."

Rod, like teaching children, introduced everything around to Frost Thunderbolt.

Dragons have higher intelligence than magical beasts and possess learning abilities like humans.

As described in the tomes, the most notable feature of two-legged Flying Dragons is their lack of magic, breath, and foreclaws. In other areas, they are very close to True Dragons.

Of course, they also retain some flaws of True Dragons, such as greed, strong desires.

After Rod taught them, the two little ones certainly lost their hostility towards the guards but adopted another attitude instead.

——Arrogance.

They retracted their wings, raised their heads, appearing smug and self-important.

Especially in those deep blue vertical pupils, there was a hint of disdain.

Clearly, they regarded everyone else as dependents.

Actually, it’s reasonable since the dependents of True Dragons are similar to subordinate races, akin to subordinates or servants serving True Dragons.

After familiarizing Frost Thunderbolt with the manor, he found an open area and threw out a few live prey that the hunting team had brought back.

Then Rod pointed at the wild hare and the wing-clipped pheasant, saying, "Go on, catch them. They are your food today."

Since Rod wasn’t Frost Thunderbolt’s parent, he couldn’t personally demonstrate the hunting process and could only rely on their natural bloodline instincts.

As soon as Rod finished speaking, the two little ones rushed towards the prey.

Frost went straight for the pheasant, while Thunder chased after the already fleeing wild hare.

Even with its wings clipped, the pheasant was still fast, nearly impossible for an ordinary person to catch.

But Frost, in pursuit, was even faster, gliding towards the pheasant from a windowsill and accurately pinning it to the ground.

The pheasant didn’t even have time to scream before Frost bit its neck, and a bloody scene unfolded.

Thunder wasn’t as lucky.

The wild hare was quick, adept at jumping and making sharp turns.

The predator’s pursuit activated the hare’s survival instincts, allowing it to dart around the yard, always managing to escape Thunder’s pounces at crucial moments.

Before Thunder could catch up with the hare, Frost had already consumed the pheasant.

Frost turned and leaped from the windowsill just as Thunder brought the hare closer, seizing it instantly and pinning it down.

"Howl!"

Watching its prey being intercepted, Thunder protested angrily.

However, upon seeing Frost’s cold vertical pupils, it reluctantly backed down, only able to watch helplessly as its prey was bitten to death and consumed by another.

Eventually, Thunder lowered its head and wings, returning dejectedly to Rod’s side, rubbing against Rod’s leg in grievance.

"The pants were already torn, keep rubbing and the skin will get worn out."

Rod bent down and patted Thunder’s head, "It’s normal for the first time."

Rod waved his hand, instructing the guards to throw in another two pheasants.

Wing-clipped pheasants were much easier to catch than hares; Thunder learned Frost’s hunting techniques and finally caught its own dinner.

Rod sat quietly aside, watching the entire process, while the guards couldn’t help but stand by curiously.

Even the frightened Milly and Avril peeked from the house, watching from afar through the window.

"Baron Rod, are they male or female?"

Avril asked, while clinging to the window.

This question immediately made Rod pause in thought.

He had never considered this question before.

Rod leaned to look underneath the two little ones while they were eating but saw no obvious features.

"Let me check."

Realizing the question, Avril turned back into the house to consult the two tomes Rod had bought.

A moment later, she ran back to the window, saying, "Generally, males are larger in size, more muscular, and have more noticeable features, like dragon horns or protruding spikes on their backs."

"Females have more slender and elegant bodies, with more vibrant scale colors and possibly unique patterns."

Rod nodded and began closely observing Frost and Thunder.

Thunder appeared more robust in size, but its body length was slightly shorter than Frost’s.

Moreover, Frost’s blue color was more vibrant, whereas Thunder’s more resembled dark blue.

Initially judging from this, Frost might be a female dragon, and Thunder a male dragon.

But Rod didn’t notice any unique patterns.

"Are there any more obvious features?" Rod asked.

"No further features."

After carefully looking through, Avril added, "Some speculate that dragons, like reptiles, have concealed reproductive organs that only reveal during mating.

Others speculate that dragons can change genders or self-reproduce..."

Incredible.

If that’s the case, Rod decided not to delve into it further.

With dragons having strong desires, it would become clear as they mature and act upon another gender.

After eating its fill, Frost twisted and leapt onto the window, returning to the nest to sleep.

After tussling with another pheasant, Thunder also ate its fill and returned to sleep.

In the following days, Rod continued this feeding method, and the two little ones’ hunting skills grew increasingly proficient.

As their bodies developed, their wings grew fuller and stronger, allowing for brief low-altitude flights.

Rod didn’t restrict them and allowed them to roam freely around the manor while they were awake.

Rod’s attention was on the town expansion.

Now that there was enough manpower, Rod ordered the addition of a wooden fence inside the spiked barriers, with soil packed in the middle to increase impact resistance.

The inner fence was 1.3 meters shorter than the outer spiked barricade, with a platform for archers to move freely and shoot.

More inclined support woods were added internally, and a circle of outward-slanted spike stakes, known as cheval de frise, was placed outside.

The moat was also being dug, with an initial planned width of five meters.

Considering the winter in the Northern Territory, Rod temporarily didn’t plan to fill the moat with water, but it was to be arranged with spikes traps.

Additionally, Rod planned six three-story lookout towers to monitor the surroundings constantly.

Once Rod’s orders were issued, the work progress immediately slowed down.

Fortunately, Gang Le brought all the wildmen back.

Rod did not show any hospitality to these wildmen. On the day they arrived, he had Lawrence start them on work.

Gang Le returned to Black Stone Stronghold to continue handling the iron mine, leaving the wildmen to be commanded by Wu Si.

Rod instructed him to select three overseers to manage different tribes of slaves.

On the third day after Gang Le left Frost Leaf Town, Prophet Bai Shuang appeared outside Frost Leaf Town with the wildmen in great numbers.

Lawrence was dumbfounded, seeing hundreds of wildmen,

"Master, they’ll eat us into poverty!"

"That’s for you to arrange. I trust you."

Rod patted Lawrence on the shoulder, encouraging, "Hang in there, and harvest time is just a month and a half away."