Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire
Chapter 103 - 99: Outbreak, Domination, Oppression (4K, asking for support on first subscription)_2

Chapter 103: Chapter 99: Outbreak, Domination, Oppression (4K, asking for support on first subscription)_2

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, no one reached out to help, letting him free fall in the air, hitting the ground heavily, stirring up a cloud of dust,

"These people are the same."

Noah’s gaze turned downward, towards those Starshine Mages who were all watching the scene,

"Send them back from where they came."

"If they’re all dismissed, who will teach Gwen?"

"I will."

Noah looked confidently at the expressionless Duchess,

"Everything they know, I know, and whatever they don’t, I do. For Gwen, I am the best teacher."

"Noah, you are too indulgent with the child. I am quite worried that under your pampering, Gwen will become something I don’t want to see."

Selena lowered her eyes, seeing the little girl stumbling out of the palace, and noticed the moistness at the corner of her granddaughter’s confused, bewildered eyes.

"What do you want Gwen to become? Another you?"

"Her current living and learning conditions are tenfold, a hundredfold better than mine back in the day."

"So, do you want to replicate your past experiences onto your granddaughter? Do you want Gwen to suffer all the hardships you tasted back then?"

This time Noah did not back down,

"That was your past. She is not you and will never become you. She belongs to herself and will become her own person, not another Selena."

The most powerful mage of the Augustus family quietly watched the young Golden Dragon rebuffing her; this dragon, still just a juvenile, faced her without flinching;

"You say you’re the best teacher, then prove it to me. On her third birthday, I will assess her in five languages: Common, Dwarven, Elven, Giant, and Draconic. If she fails in any, you will no longer teach Gwen any subject."

Selena spoke.

"Alright."

Noah agreed in one go, no longer looking at his foster mother but down below. He had long noticed the little one nervously watching him from below,

"Gwen is waiting for me down there, expedite the dismissal of the mages."

"Alright."

Selena watched Noah, opened an Arbitrary Gate directly to her granddaughter, who ran gleefully toward the Golden Dragon, full of joy, hugging its tail.

"Useless old folks, how lucky it would be if I had the privilege of raising a Golden Dragon like him."

The mage raised his palm; under the sun, it appeared fair, delicate, and slightly translucent, flawless like a piece of art, showing no sign of the bloody and brutal beatings it once endured for writing mistakes.

"Ha, how could I have such fantasies, if that old man had been like me, back in the day I wouldn’t have been treated so harshly."

After a self-deprecating laugh, Selena descended from the air, then formally announced the recent decision of dismissal to the Starshine Tower mages.

"What does this have to do with us?"

"Lady Selena, we have not imposed any form of corporal punishment on Miss Gwendolin."

"This is unreasonable, unjust, and violates the spirit of the contract."

Upon hearing they were to be dismissed, even the usually aloof and indifferent Starshine Tower mages reacted with unusually fierce emotions.

The reason being that the remuneration offered by the employer was very generous, otherwise, they wouldn’t have considered teaching basic language lessons to a child barely over one year old.

Money being cut off is akin to losing one’s parents, especially for mages who have chronically tight finances and are severely lacking funds.

So, when Selena ignored any objections and left directly, the mages from Starshine Tower naturally surrounded their elf colleague, who was heavily injured and bleeding all over.

"What are you going to do?"

Mikal, who had finally managed to catch his breath, lay on his back on the ground and, seeing familiar magic robe-wearing figures encircle him, looking down upon him, felt both confused and a chill.

He didn’t feel they were there to help; none of them were his friends, merely colleagues, just like him, part of the Starshine Tower.

He could not recall Starshine Tower mages acting so kindly towards a colleague; in the next moment, his intuition was confirmed, and he felt as though he had fallen into an ice pit, cold all over,

"Mikal Branscher Distra, due to your misconduct, you implicated us, causing us to lose a well-paid, easy job."

"Moreover, you made us lose the opportunity to gain entry to the Mage Tower."

"You must take full responsibility for this dismissal."

"You must compensate us for all our losses."

"We will petition the Tower Council to seize all your assets."

His colleague’s cold words pierced like a sharp sword through Mikal’s heart, casting a bewildered expression in the High Elf’s eyes.

But before he could respond, these colleagues left his sight one by one, no longer paying any attention to him, not even lending him a hand to get up.

Because he had nothing of value left upon him, everyone could see that his magical ornaments had all been destroyed in the confrontation with the Golden Dragon.

Now, this guy couldn’t find three valuable items on him, a genuine pauper, with only his real estate assets left.

However, it’s foreseeable that, facing his colleagues’ wrath, these assets will soon be liquidated and used as compensation, then he’ll truly be left with nothing.

"How did it come to this?"

The teaching he considered mundane had brought unprecedented damage to his mind, body, and assets. Mikal looked up at the sky, eyes vacant, mumbling to himself.

The heaviest blow to the Elf Mage was mental; his mind replayed the moment when the Golden Dragon, no longer dodging, simply used its Dragon Wings to immunize against flames, withstand lightning strikes, and then extinguished other defenses with an instant-cast Elemental Shield.

The biggest blow to Mikal was the final instant-cast defensive spell; he knew what it took to achieve that and how profound the spellcasting skill and talent needed to be, which he could never achieve himself.

"How does a Golden Dragon still have such prodigious spellcasting talent? It’s not fair!"

Crystal tears mingled with blood trickled down, falling to the ground, already turbid.

The joys and sorrows of all creatures are disconnected; while the Elf Mage’s heart shattered, silently weeping, a sculpted little Dou Ding joyfully leaped up, cheering,

"Really? Dragon Dad, you’ll teach me all my classes from now on?"

"Of course it’s true, I would never lie to you."

Seeing the little one with a smile like the bright, colorful spring, Noah’s mood improved significantly.

"Yay!"

Gwendolin hugged the Golden Dragon tightly, her little face rubbing affectionately against the dragon scales, tears trickling down uncontrollably, crying with joy,

"Waaah! Dragon Dad, I feel so happy now!"

"What happened?"

Clad in a bright silver Rune armor, the Half-Elf Edith appeared unknowingly at the corner of the eaves corridor.

"Nothing happened?"

Seeing the Nine Swords Master with a lingering aura of warmth and blood, Noah’s eyes lit up, using a spell to recount everything that just happened.

"Where is he?"

Edith asked calmly after listening.

"He seemed to have landed on Golden Rose Street when he fell from the sky."

"Mm."

The Half-Elf turned, the form-fitting Rune Armor gradually being removed, but in her hand, a long, slender sword appeared.

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