Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

"Alexander!"

Watching the dignified Golden Dragon Lord acting as a matchmaker for his daughter, and looking at the young man opposite, who was blushing and stammering when speaking, Noah ultimately couldn't stand it any longer and interrupted.

"Great-Uncle!"

Faced with the gaze of the Holy Dragon, the Golden Dragon Lord, who had been somewhat smug, almost arrogant, immediately showed a respectful demeanor, bending slightly.

"What do you think of him?"

"Great-Uncle, he... at such a young age, he can be considered talented."

Hearing Noah's question, Alexander looked up, his tone paused slightly, his gaze swept over Sorlon, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled upward.

Because his assessment of this new generation awakener was the same as Noah's; undoubtedly, he was the weakest awakener the family had on record, weak beyond imagination, and posed no threat whatsoever.

"Do you also think he's talented? Then how about making him your opponent in the future?"

Seeing his nephew's unbridled appearance, Noah raised a dragon claw, pointing towards Sorlon, who didn't know what expression to adopt in this situation.

"My future opponent?"

When Alexander heard his great-uncle say such words, he was stunned, and then his facial expression became twisted. It was the kind of expression that wanted to laugh but dared not laugh out loud, only trying to suppress it.

If anyone else told him that a bloodline awakener who couldn't even achieve giantification was to be his opponent, he would only take it as an insult.

His veins carried the bloodline of the Ancestral Golden Dragon, whose continuity and integrity far surpassed that of the Augustus family's Titan bloodline.

Not to mention this weakest awakener in front of him, even if his father were the challenger, he wouldn't be afraid in the slightest.

"I look forward to you challenging me in the future."

Alexander looked at Sorlon, who appeared bewildered and wanted to explain but didn't know what to say. He reached out and patted his shoulder, his expression showing the magnanimity and encouragement of a seasoned senior.

Even though his great-uncle had spoken, Alexander didn't feel the slightest threat; hence, the Golden Dragon Lord felt increasingly pleased.

As a strong person facing the provocation from the weak, he felt not the slightest anger but extreme pleasure. Because it was like a joke.

"Great-Uncle, I came here this time specifically to look at the family's future. Now that I've seen it, I shall take my leave as I still have some urgent official business to handle."

"Go on!"

Watching Alexander leave with a smile, Noah didn't say much, just waved him off. Once Alexander had left, he turned to Sorlon, who was looking grimacing,

"Did you see? He doesn't think highly of you at all. How does it feel to be despised like this?"

"But he's the Golden Dragon Lord. In the past, I never had the chance to meet such an important figure, and today, being able to speak and converse with him is already an honor. I really don't have any other feelings, as for a challenge, Holy Dragon ancestor, I really don't have such thoughts."

Sorlon didn't have any extra thoughts at this moment; he had lived a life of struggling at the bottom. Such taunts and contempt he had experienced countless times from childhood to now. If he was so quick to take offense, he wouldn't have survived.

"As a thief from a small northern country, no one cared about what you thought. But now, bearing the name of Augustus as a Titan Bloodline Awakener, you must challenge him. It's your historical mission."

Noah spoke in a tone that allowed no dispute.

"But my bloodline is too weak!"

Sorlon said helplessly.

If it were his choice, he would have just explained to the Golden Dragon Lord that he had no intention of competing for the throne whatsoever.

He just wanted to take care of his mother and sister, and with what he already had, he was quite content. He didn't have many desires.

Unfortunately, he didn't even get the chance to speak, and from the tone of the Holy Dragon now, it appeared he had to battle the Golden Dragon Lord.

"You now need to go through battles that can further tap into your bloodline potential."

"Alright, I will do as you command."

Knowing he had no choice, Sorlon nodded gloomily, and seeing him in such a state,

"You seem to lack motivation now, so let me remind you."

Noah looked at the young man lacking fighting spirit below, in a gentle tone that sounded like a devil from hell speaking,

"Everything you have now far exceeds your current abilities and strength. Perhaps you are quite indulged and enjoy it thoroughly, but it all is just a castle in the air for you.

Of course, you could very bravely tell me that you don't care about these material comforts, that you don't care for your current status and honor, and that you might return to your original small country, continue your former life as a thief.

But what about your sister? As a brother, have you considered her current situation?"

"What's wrong with my sister? She's just an ordinary mortal."

Sorlon frowned, sensing something ominous.

"That was before; now, her identity is the biological sister of a Titan Bloodline Awakener, a noble Augustus."