Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 162 - 129 Best Dragon Spouse Selection, Fifth White Golden Dragon

Chapter 162: Chapter 129 Best Dragon Spouse Selection, Fifth White Golden Dragon

"That’s the slyest answer I’ve ever heard!"

Despite Noah’s compliment, Agnes did not show a happy expression.

Because there are only three Golden Dragons in the Gemology Society, and she is the only female Golden Dragon; besides Noah, the last one is a male Golden Dragon in his youth.

"Haven’t you felt my sincerity?"

"Sincerity? Including your mother? How many female Golden Dragons have you seen?"

The woman rolled her eyes at Noah.

"Sorry, I believe such an evaluation shouldn’t include one’s own mother. No matter when, a mother holds a unique and noble status."

The juvenile dragon with Dragon Wings said with a serious face.

"Alright then, excluding your mother, how many female Golden Dragons have you seen?"

"Only you so far."

Noah said earnestly.

"Pfft~"

"Hahaha!"

"The president is really interesting."

Many female dragons paying attention to Noah erupted into laughter upon hearing his response, and a joyful atmosphere began to spread throughout the gathering place.

"Dear Noah, how do you have the confidence to declare your sincerity without any at all?"

Agnes showed an angry expression, appearing quite upset.

"Because my appreciation of your beauty is from the heart."

"Dear Noah, such flattery won’t deceive me."

The woman let out a cold laugh, relentless,

"Unless you are willing to admit that I am the most beautiful female dragon present."

"Miss Agnes, do you think you are the most beautiful dragon at tonight’s gathering?"

Noah threw the question back, and at that moment, they became the focus of the gathering place.

"It depends on you. Isn’t the beauty of us female dragons judged by you male dragons?"

"No, we can’t decide anything for each other. I believe a confident dragon is the most beautiful."

Noah slightly bowed, ending the sharp-edged conversation,

"Any lady present, as long as she believes she is the most beautiful, then she is the most outstanding dragon tonight."

The president’s speech brought applause and concluded this little commotion. No dragon would take it to heart, except the female Golden Dragon Agnes, who felt teased,

"Your sharp wit, even the Brass Dragon needs to consult you, dear Noah."

"You’re too kind."

Noah accepted it with a smile, as if he ignored the sarcasm in her words.

"I won’t let you get away easily."

When Noah wanted to leave the stage, Agnes stopped him,

"I’m curious, what kind of dragon do you consider to be the most beautiful?"

"I have always believed that judging beauty solely by appearance is extremely superficial. Only the beauty of intellect and wisdom that remains undiminished despite the wear of years is truly attractive."

Noah pondered for a moment, then answered.

"So, you prefer older dragons?"

Agnes blurted out, and when she saw Noah’s gradually disappearing smile and even darkening face, she burst into laughter.

"Miss Agnes, you truly need to find a language teacher to give you another lesson to prevent such a poor understanding."

Noah genuinely didn’t expect her to interpret his words this way.

"Did I misunderstand?"

Agnes asked with a bright smile,

"Indestructible by time, only those old dragons who have lived for hundreds of years can match such a description."

"Don’t you think you fit that description, too?"

Noah countered.

"Me?"

The woman was stunned,

"I’m just a juvenile dragon."

"But to those short-lived species, how are you any different from an old dragon? Time and age cannot leave any marks on you."

"What does this have to do with the short-lived species?"

Agnes retorted.

"Of course it does."

"I honestly suspect your lineage. Do you possibly have a Brass Dragon ancestor?"

"Of course not."

"Don’t try to deceive me with such flattery again. I’m not an inexperienced little dragon."

"I have never deceived anyone; Golden Dragons never lie."

Noah replied confidently, then slightly bowed and left the gathering that was drawing to an end. As it was a casual Academy gathering, there weren’t many formalities involved, so anyone could come and go as they pleased, including him, the president.

"Lord Noah is still too young; now is not the right time."

A figure with an elegant temperament appeared by the woman’s side.

"What is or isn’t right?"

Agnes glanced at the man beside her; the smile on her face slowly vanished, and both her expression and tone became extremely cold.

"Naturally referring to marriage. I see that Lord Noah doesn’t seem to have such intentions."

"Whether he does or not, what does it have to do with you?"

The woman’s expression could be described as indifferent.

"I’m just giving a reminder. An Ancestor Dragon is indeed a rare choice for a mate, but now is not the best time. You need to patiently wait."

The man’s expression remained unchanged, and his tone was still gentle and refined, with no loss of charm and poise.

"I don’t need you to tell me what to do."

Agnes no longer concealed her disgust and disdain on her face, even though this was her fellow kind,

"I hate preachy advice the most."

"It seems I’ve upset you; I’m truly sorry."

The man bowed slightly,

"Then let’s part ways here, Miss Agnes. I hope we have the chance to meet again in the future."

"I hope we won’t have many opportunities to meet in the future."