Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 158 - 127: Gemology Society, Dragon President

"If a group of people with sufficient status and position among the Undead doesn’t take action, this matter won’t be resolved."

Noah watched as the Dragon Group gradually disappeared into the sky, drawing a conclusion.

He had already foreseen a storm of blood and chaos. For the Metal Dragon, who preferred to remain in humanoid form for extended periods, revealing their True Body signaled a state of extreme anger.

Even if the culprits responsible for Silver Dragon Raphael’s fall were Divine devotees from other worlds, there must have been local lifeforms assisting them with such precise sniping and hunting. These creatures would be the ones the Dragon Group needed to settle scores with.

Perhaps those Divine devotees had been lurking for a long time, utilizing local methods to gather intelligence. But regardless of how the intelligence was provided, the individuals involved, along with the organizations behind them, must bear the cost.

Even if the people behind these forces are unaware of the situation, it doesn’t matter; it may sound innocent, but wasn’t Silver Dragon Raphael also innocent?

Someone must take responsibility for Raphael’s death, and there must be people of sufficient status and position to quell the Dragon Group’s anger. At the same time, it would serve as a bloody lesson, announcing to the world the price of hunting Metal Dragons.

"But it has nothing to do with me."

Noah knew that a batch of relatively innocent unfortunates would suffer, but he was pleased to see it happen, as it would once again increase the intimidation factor of the Metal Dragon Race and enhance the prestige of being a Golden Dragon.

The memory of the Short-lived Species is relatively short. Even if events have been recorded in books, they can only truly understand their ancestors’ fears when they reoccur in front of them.

"I just need to wait for the news."

Noah maintained an optimistic attitude regarding the final outcome of this incident. Although only one Ancient Silver Dragon had intervened, it didn’t mean that only one Ancient Dragon was concerned.

Even if a dreadful situation arose, escalating matters further, the foundation of the Metal Dragon Race was entirely capable of resolving it.

If necessary, more Metal Ancient Dragons would surely appear, and perhaps even the Dragon God might intervene, although that possibility was minimal.

For Noah at present, he only needed to focus on one matter, which was handling the suddenly increased number of dragon kin in his territory.

It wasn’t just the Bronze Dragon couple who entrusted their child to him. To Noah, those three juvenile Bronze Dragons couldn’t be called children; in a sense, they were peers.

But that’s just a saying; they are only the same age. In reality, Noah was a full cycle larger than the three of them stacked together.

"Uncle Noah!"

These were three Bronze Dragons, each eight to nine meters long, with golden scales tinged with a slight greenish hue, having four legs and two wings—a very typical Giant Dragon form. Among their robust and majestic presence was a certain beauty of ferocity.

However, the Metal Dragon Race generally wouldn’t display this overwhelmingly imposing form before humanoid races, opting for a more amiable demeanor when interacting with other civilized races instead.

"You guys... forget it!"

Noah originally intended to ask the little ones to call him brother, but then thought that even Isabella, who he had raised, addressed him as uncle, and her father referred to him as Your Highness.

Therefore, Noah decided not to fuss over such trivial issues of address and instead settled the three Bronze Dragons by a mountain lake in his territory.

It was a large lake teeming with aquatic life and often crisscrossed by birds, more than enough to meet the dietary growth needs of the three juvenile dragons, and all threatening monsters had been cleared away.

To put it bluntly, this single lake alone was sufficient as the territory for an adult Bronze Dragon, but Noah wasn’t generous to that extent.

He took care of the three juvenile dragons partly out of kinship within the Metal Dragon Race and partly because their parents had given enough money. If they wanted to become his Lords, they had to contribute significantly and have meritorious achievements.

In truth, if he were a bit harsher, letting them fend for themselves, the three of them together would survive in most parts of the world.

Colorful Dragons reaching this age are thrown out of the Dragon Nest. No matter how responsible the mother dragon is, she would no longer nurture them. They must fend for themselves.

However, when Colorful Dragons reach this age, their survival chances increase substantially because nearly all beasts and most ferocious species can no longer pose a threat to them. The dynamics of attack and defense switch.

"Your Highness Noah, Lady Selena has ordered you to handle this matter personally."

Noah had just settled the three Bronze Dragons when his chief Great Fairy approached, handing over a document. It contained information related to dragon species.

"I understand."

The Golden Dragon quickly skimmed through the document and understood everything because it was something he had intended to deal with next.

Due to the spread of Silver Dragon Raphael’s demise, some Metal Dragons, even those not directly notified, had also rushed over, knowing the news.

After the Ancient Dragons descended, a considerable number of young dragons—including the young dragons recently left the nest and the Young Dragons with the strongest curiosity and desire for exploration—were left behind, like Noah.

The number of these young dragon species was indeed significant. However, because this incident was too peculiar, the Ancient Dragons did not take them along.

After being turned away, a small fraction of them returned to where they came from, but the majority dispersed on the territory of the Augustus family.