Master Of None

Chapter 1566 1566. New Hatchlings

"You spoke! You called me brother!" Midnight just pushed ion to Walker even more. She was clearly very proud of her effort.

"With some direction, she was able to pick that up quickly." As much as Terron didn't want to say it, he had been helping her. As an older dragon that had learned multiple languages with his dragon and dragonkin form, Terron could perfectly guide another dragon learning the languages.

"So your practice and studying are paying off with another dragon tutoring you. I can't wait until you can speak like a human and like a dragon." The idea that Midnight was going to be able to speak two languages without issue was impressive. Especially since it would make her more of an individual.

The small sounds that Midnight made were her attempts to replicate any other words. She had some of the meanings, if not all memorized from listening to everyone speak. The only trouble was being able to use her own vocal cords to copy them. Yes, it was easier with a dragonkin form, but that was not all she needed. She had to train her mind to also use those muscles in ways that she was not used to.

"So what else have you been working on? Have you managed to help more of the hatchlings? I thought that you might be overwhelmed by so many now." Walker could hear some small scuffles as the hatchlings challenged each other or played around.

"They have been learning a little here and there. Hatchlings are not easy to keep in one place. It is better to burn off energy." As much as Terron did not raise hatchlings, he sounded like he knew from experience.

"I thought that the earth dragons left their eggs to survive on their own then come back to the village tougher?" The question had a little more attitude than Walker wanted. However, it was enough to break away a little bit of Terron's tough exterior.

"Not all hatchlings take a long time to make it to the village. Some are able to sense the mana or smell their home sooner." The way that this sounded was that many more hatchlings would make it to the dragon village than Walker originally thought.

"So you really didn't have as many rogue dragons as I thought. That's good. I don't want any of you to worry about them any longer. It's better to keep working on important things."

"Like the wyvern issue." The immediate bringing up of this topic by Terron after Walker had finished speaking made even Midnight settle herself down.

"Yes, the wyvern problem. We are lucky that no one has reported a sighting of them yet. We haven't seen them in the skies but that could be worse than we expect. It means that something might be holding them up or that they are just not coming this way for another reason."

There couldn't be the demon lord's influence just yet. That would be too soon. That meant that the continent the wyverns were coming from had their own issues. It also meant that there must be food for the wyverns there. That was the only possible solution for why they would not be coming across the oceans.

The other reasoning was that they were fighting amongst themselves or another race. This was more worrisome because that meant that the race living on the other continent could be powerful. "If we face more than just the wyverns as enemies when we go there…I'm unsure what will happen."

"The dragons will not be the weaker amongst the races. When I take to their lands it will be the same earth as below my feet here." Terron immediately pushed against this. He knew that he could overpower many other beings. Even if the people on this continent fought the worst monsters, he would be sure to survive against them.

"I think we will hear more from the researchers soon. They are not working slowly. They are giving it everything they have to make sense of what they can from that library. Not to mention the fact that they have already made breakthroughs in the runic language the ancient race used." Walker was very confident in saying this. He knew that they would have results sooner than later. It was just the question of what they would do once they had those answers.

"Midnight, why don't you introduce me to some of the hatchlings?" Walker followed Midnight from there. He didn't want to stay talking with Terron in circles. They both understood the dangers approaching that they would need to fight. They both understood the length of such a journey.

After seeing the number of hatchlings that Midnight had to be in charge of, Walker realized that even with the help of Ibis, that this would be too much. Ibis was already occupied by the many abyssal and heavenly serpent hatchlings. How could he manage dragon hatchlings that were about to hatch or were becoming young dragons?

"Midnight, we might need more people to help you." Midnight huffed in agreement. She had also realized that she would be unable to properly train or guide the hatchlings alone.

Some already had their places to go to learn skills or learn from mentors. This was the case for the few that had come earlier. But the water, earth, and soon to hatch earth dragon hatchlings would need more attention. Then there were the royal dragons that had yet to bring a hatchling at all. There would be more that needed attention.

"I don't think it will be wise for the taming guild to help. They might have ulterior motives. Not that they are bad, they just can't all deal with the temptation. These hatchlings should choose that life for themselves when they are older. That leaves us with adventurers? I think city soldiers shouldn't take them in unless the dragons choose it."

Walker wasn't sure why Midnight was staring him so much. He felt that she was waiting for him to say more. The adventurer idea seemed to have caught her attention. "Wait, should we ask Clara to help? The adventurers do more than fight monsters. They help whoever adds a quest to the guild. Maybe they can handle this with supervision from the older adventurers."

The pull of Walker's clothes and a slight nudge was all Walker needed from Midnight to know that she agreed and had been thinking this too. "Then that's what we do. Also, you should surprise everyone at dinner tonight with the fact that you have started to learn to speak. I know everyone will be shocked." Walker saw a glimmer in Midnight's eyes as she realized that she would be able to make a big splash. She would love the attention.

Just as Walker was about to speak again, the hatchlings noticed him. He was immediately the target of all their attention. "Well hello there. I have met some of you but not others. I am Walker, the nature royal dragon. But you can just treat me as your friend Walker." The words didn't so much as get through to all the hatchlings but some of them had grasped an understanding of the draconic language since they were born in dragon villages.

There was a few moments of hesitation as the ones that had met Walker before were encouraged the newer hatchlings to go and meet him. They could all feel the mana that came to Walker because of Fleur's constant absorption of mana. This was enough to show them that Walker was unique and had strength that they did not understand.

After a slow few moments, they were all memorizing his scent. Even Midnight had encouraged them who the hatchlings trusted much more. This was mostly because she looked like an older dragon. One that could change forms as she pleased put her at a higher ranking than most other dragons that would be unable to do such things for many years.

"I do wonder how fast all of you will grow since you are all here learning different things." The few hatchlings that followed Walker's words were able to somewhat understand what he was saying. They wanted to grow, they wanted to explore. This was a new place that they had never seen with many new things.

Midnight had already started to introduce them to many new foods, the people of the city, and soon the rest of her family. She was going to show them that this was a place that they could be whatever they were meant to be without any judgment. All they needed was to put the effort in.

Naturally, the games began after Walker had met them all and they had gotten used to him. By the time he realized the sun had started to set, the hatchlings were a chorus of growling stomachs.

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