To be precise, it was late at night three days later, five dragon eggs were brought back to the dragon's nest by the dragon priest. Their reasons were surprisingly consistent. The dragon eggs were about to break their shells, and now they were like alarm clocks that were swinging more and more violently. Everyone surrounded them all night, watching a small protrusion on the surface shell, cracks appeared, and thin bodies wrapped in mucus appeared in the gap. When the sunlight at dawn rose, the young dragon with a little mucus on their body let out their roar.

The red dragon Immelt was the first one. She bounced her little head out of the shell and jumped left and right in the nest with the eggshell. When she bumped into the brother beside her, Alcalon drilled out his hard shell under such stimulation and let out the first roar at her sister.

"rua!" The young dragon's voice was very tender, and his temper looked very cute.

Boulderis is the third one. He was a circle bigger than his brothers at birth, with webbed claws in the dragon's claws. Unlike his brothers and sisters, he is a docile sea dragon. He is not like his brother who makes a fuss with each other at birth. He is curled up in the water ball provided by the mermaid priest, as if he is nurturing again.

The sea dragon species are more calm because they rarely fight in the vast ocean and are not as energetic as the land dragon species, but the two people who broke out in the end seemed a little strange.

Christo is not a gem crystal worm, but the beautiful crystals on his back and wing bones make him the most beautiful one. He saw his tall parents at first, his brother at the second, and his third, and then he fell into a state of sleep or coma. Lyle went up to check the blue dragon's body. With the help of the bad omen and the dragon's knowledge, he came to the diagnosis of Christo's physical weakness.

"In fact, it's not that the body is weak, but that the body cannot control the huge magic power in the body. He... may become a new magic network node. But in his childhood, he also needs more sleep time to adjust his body."

This made the scholar feel relieved, and his eyes are even more satisfied when he looks at Jinglong sleeping soundly.

The Emerald Dragon Claudia is like a little adult. She is not interested in the play of her brothers. She quietly squats on the outermost periphery of the protective circle drawn by the dragon's tail of Mr. Dragon, which makes her nanny Yila Song En a little anxious. Then Yila Song En was bitten because she wanted to push the Emerald Dragon.

Mr. Dragon first showed the noisy cub what the real dragon roar was. After the young dragon was quiet, he threw Lyle into the middle of the cub. Five pairs of eyes stared at this creature that was completely different from them, and the scene fell into silence for a moment.

"rua!" The restless dragon cub Alcalon used Lyle as his food or toy, pounced on his wings and opened his mouth and rushed towards Lyle. Other young dragons who didn't know the truth also opened their mouths in the same way. Looking at these innocent children, the five dragon priests smiled, and the dragon and Twilight Dragon also smiled badly.

The young dragon rushed up, Niya came out, the young dragons were beaten, a little confused, the young dragons began to escape, the young dragons expressed their submission, Niya became the king of children. Alcalon was beaten again because he was dissatisfied with others being the boss.

The dragon priest and the dragon were laughing all the time. In the unconcealed laughter of the elders, all the young dragons were deeply impressed by this long-tenedged man with long tentacles. Lyle left a strong psychological shadow in their ignorant brains. Although it was Niya who was taking action, the young dragon could not care about the clone.

Broken shells are quite energy-consuming for young dragons, especially after they were beaten up and ate the meat provided by their parents. They soon fell asleep in the arms of Twilight Dragon.

"Well done well, Lyle, I know you can. The first step to train your dragon is to let them taste a little bitter." Mr. Dragon, whose fatherly loves like a landslide, is not hesitant to his praise for Lyle. It seems that some of the bad essences left by the Lich period are still active in Mr. Dragon's body. He regards every student of his own, and there are no students who have not been beaten by him.

"They are still children, teachers, and that's only within twenty minutes of their shell breaking."

"Yes, if you want to educate your children, you must establish authority. I can't bear to hurt them, so, my dear student, I need you, the 'black hand' to convey my will. Isn't this the job of the priests? Their childhood will be very short, let's create unforgettable memories for them!"

The dragon, who was talking happily, was poked at the dragon's tail, and Silvet's dangerous eyes were staring at the noisy Dragon King.

Dragon blood inherits knowledge, but according to different responsibilities, the information the dragon masters is different. The knowledge of raising cubs is mastered by the dragon mother. So when the young dragons wake up, Sylvet, as mothers, teaches her children the first lesson with a smile.

How to breathe.

Lyle always thought that breathing was like spitting, which was an instinct for the dragon to be able to be realized at a glance. However, this required some guidance. The young dragon was fighting with Lyle. They realized that the part of this guy with tentacles without tentacles was actually very weak, just avoiding the tentacles. This kind of satisfaction similar to hunting dangerous prey inspired the young dragons.

Then the Ogawa crawled out and knocked down the young dragon, and their fear of Lyle deepened.

"Ah, aren't there a lot of ambergris trees? There are materials for practicing breathing." Silvet brought the dragon priest and Lyle to the edge of the dragon's nest. The young dragon was hugged by Lyle, like a towel hanging on his arm.

The location of the Twilight Dragon's fingers is the dense forest of ancient plants. Their twisted branches secrete a viscous yellow resin. Lyle never thought that this plant that was born with the dragon would have an educational effect.

Smelling the strong smell of the resin, the young dragons clamored in Lyle's arms. The light yellow mucus seemed to be good food for them. Sylvet laughed and scratched a little resin with the dragon's claws to feed the five young dragons.

"Don't worry, kids, Longlong has a share."

The young dragon with resin on his mouth did not answer his mother's words with a scream, and rushed to chew the resin in his mouth.

Lyle put them on the ground and looked at them.

“It looks delicious.”

"No, the juice of the ambergris just smells good, and it doesn't actually taste. This is not food, for adult dragons, it's just a tool for grinding teeth and practicing biting force..."

Silvet smiled. "But these juices have additional benefits for the young dragon."

“What are the benefits?”

"The chewed and spreading sticky juice slowly fills the young dragon's throat, and if they don't learn to destroy the mucus with dragon's breath before they stop breathing... they will choke to death."

Lyle and the other dragon priests looked at the smiling mother of the dragon in silence. At her feet, the five young dragons chewing resin seemed to notice the abnormality and began to roll and struggle.
Chapter completed!