Some orders and rules need to be established by these young ones themselves.
Even though the Golden Empire educates these young ones with all sorts of wisdom, it always maintains the rules that should exist among dragons and never thought of transforming them into a completely different race.
There was only one red hatchling with an unusually large head, with a small backpack hanging in front of its neck, who knocked those hatchlings mocking Achilles over, laughing out loud: "A bunch of fools hit with an idiot spell," then swaggered away.
Not until all the hatchlings had left did Achilles look at Silver Dragon Chris, who had been quietly observing, his small face tightly knit with the anxiety of a student left behind after class, unable to suppress his panic.
"You don't need to stay today, Little Achilles," Silver Dragon Chris gently looked at this strange creature and softly said, "This is my last lesson for you."
