Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 122 - 97: Meeting with the Young Red Copper Dragon_3

Regardless, this risk had to be taken.

If I can form a connection with him, the pace at which my situation in the Rocklands opens up will accelerate even further.

Because the other party is a Giant Dragon, even if it’s just a Juvenile Blue Dragon.

Passing through a grove of small pines, a huge boulder lay sprawled not far away, and an elegant figure was perched atop it.

Her lines were as smooth as a cheetah, with well-defined muscles that weren’t overly exaggerated. She was covered in red-brown scales with a metallic sheen. Excluding the wings, her body wasn’t particularly large, about the size of an adult cheetah. The dragon’s face, composed of scales and horns, didn’t look ferocious at all but rather comical, giving off a sense of being in mid-laughter.

As Gaven approached, she was murmuring to herself and occasionally letting out chuckles, seemingly immersed in her own world and completely oblivious to Gaven’s arrival.

But Gaven was one hundred percent certain that she had known about his arrival long ago. They had been aware of him since they came out of the Eagle Cliff Burrow and had been observing ever since.

Or rather, she was waiting for Gaven to arrive.

Never underestimate a Giant Dragon’s abilities. Their vision is sharp enough to spot things a kilometer away, and their hearing is acute enough to detect sounds from hundreds of meters away.

These were the lessons Gaven had learned through bloody experience in his previous life, which he had summarized.

Therefore, Gaven didn’t attempt any tricks but instead asked as if speaking to an old friend, "May I sit here?"

"Of course," the Young Red Copper Dragon replied with a crisp, pleasant voice. "You came at just the right time, can you help me review how this poem is composed?"

"Sure," Gaven agreed without hesitation.

The Young Red Copper Dragon began to hum a song with a light, cheery rhythm, although the lyrics were somewhat pale and empty.

It was somewhat akin to saying, oh, the sea is full of water, oh, the sky is so blue.

If it were a children’s song, it would be considered above average.

After a very brief performance, the Young Red Copper Dragon quickly finished singing and looked at Gaven with hopeful eyes, "How is it?"

"It’s very good, I haven’t heard such a cheerful song in a long time," Gaven said diplomatically. "However, the lyrics could be improved. How about we play some riddles instead?"

"What’s a riddle?" The Young Red Copper Dragon’s attention was immediately diverted.

"You’ll understand as soon as I say it. There’s a flock of sheep coming from the east and a flock from the west. How many flocks of sheep are there now?"

"Two flocks of sheep."

"Wrong, it’s one flock of sheep."

"Oh, I see, it’s my turn now. What if a Giant Dragon flies over the flock of sheep?"

"Not a single one left."

"Correct! Haha, let me think of another one..."

"..."

Playing such intelligence games with a Red Copper Dragon led nowhere; before he knew it, more than an hour had passed.

It had to be said that she was naturally adept at this.

Unlike the improvising Young Red Copper Dragon, Gaven’s material came from internet jokes excavated from Zhang You’s era, readily available.

In the end, he was almost outmatched and hastily switched channels, entering into the realm of comedy sketches and crosstalk.

With Artolia around, Gaven didn’t need to play dual roles; he had the perfect partner for both the funny man and the straight man.

Thus, he had the Young Red Copper Dragon holding her belly and laughing out loud.

The Red Copper Dragon is known as a mischievous prankster, a master of jokes, and riddles, as well as one of the most sociable of the Giant Dragons, who is also the most amiable, partly because of their love for social interaction. Besides that, they are also famously greedy and miserly.

These are the racial tags of the Red Copper Dragon on the Felen Continent, basic knowledge known to anyone who has read dragon-related books.

For Giant Dragons, these racial tags are innate, bestowed upon them by nature from birth, with the extent of these traits varying due to environmental influences.

The Young Red Copper Dragon in front of him, being very young, was mostly driven by instinct, with her racial tags quite pronounced.

Gaven targeted these racial tags and had her completely in his grasp on the spot.

After performing three carefully prepared sketches in a row, and while she was still savoring them, Gaven swiftly changed the subject, "It seems like you knew I was coming."