Shut Up Dragon! I Don't Want To Have Children With You Anymore

Fortunately, the introduction to the effects of the medicine only mentioned that "Dragon Power" was an efficient body-strengthening medicine and had nothing to do with aphrodisiacs.

Seeing this, Leon's eyes lit up, and he immediately read further to see where he could get this Dragon Power.

However, the result poured cold water on Leon's excitement.

"The materials needed to prepare Dragon Power are very common, but even for the best pharmacists among the dragon race, the success rate of making Dragon Power is very low."

"Therefore, as a health supplement, Dragon Power often finds itself in the awkward position of being priceless yet unavailable in the dragon market."

Leon rubbed his chin and kept reading.

The book also described the method for crafting Dragon Power, but between the lines, it kept emphasizing how difficult it was to create it perfectly.

Leon pursed his lips and flipped a few more pages.

He found that besides Dragon Power, none of the other medicines fit his current needs.

Additionally, dragon medicine materials and human medicine materials differed significantly, as did the crafting methods.

So, on someone else's turf, he had no choice but to use their resources to get things done.

After hesitating for a while, he picked up a pen and paper and listed the ingredients needed to prepare Dragon Power.

He planned to hand this list to Anna tomorrow and ask her to help gather the materials.

Leon couldn't leave this room freely, so he had to rely on this method to obtain the ingredients.

At the same time, Leon added some other ingredients to the list.

This was to confuse others and prevent them from realizing that he was preparing Dragon Power.

"Damn, the name of this medicine just keeps sounding more and more abstract. You dragons have such elegant names for yourselves, like Moonlight, Hero, and Galaxy. But when it comes to naming medicines, it's either 'Kidney Treasure' or 'Power.'"

While grumbling, Leon carefully stored the completed list. Finally, he got up, went to the bathroom, and drank a gulp of cold water.

His mouth was still numb and spicy. He exhaled a few breaths and found his throat felt uncomfortable as well.

The warm air brushing against his throat brought a faint burning sensation.

"Tomorrow, I might really have to teach Noah using sign language."

This was a bit of an exaggeration, but it was certain his throat wasn't going to feel great.

After a quick rinse, Leon went to bed and fell asleep.

The night passed without incident.

The next morning, the maid Anna came to deliver breakfast to Leon. He took the opportunity to hand her the ingredient list he had prepared the night before.

Anna didn't ask much and only mentioned that the materials would be ready by tomorrow.

Leon said it was fine and that he wasn't in a hurry.

After Anna left, Leon carried his breakfast into the room. It was bread with boiled chicken breast and a glass of plain water.

Nothing to complain about. Having this level of food quality, Leon was already better off than 99.9% of defeated captives.

He tore off a small piece of bread, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it.

However, as the bread went down his throat, a sharp stinging sensation spread.

Leon quickly drank some water to wash down the bread.

He touched his throat and could clearly feel the discomfort through his skin.

"Sure enough... too many chili peppers."

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK—

Someone was at the door.

Leon put down his bread and went to open the door.

It was Noah.

She was alone.

"Morning, Noah." Enduring the discomfort, Leon smiled and greeted his eldest daughter.

"Good morning."

As usual, there was no additional title.

But Leon was used to it.

He let Noah into the room.

The cold-faced little dragon girl was holding her homework from yesterday and followed Leon into the bedroom.

They sat in the same positions as yesterday, and Noah handed over her homework sheets.

Leon took them and had barely looked at them when Noah said,

"Um..."

Leon put down the sheets. "What's wrong?"

"This is for you."

As she spoke, Noah took out a small box from her pocket...

"Candy?" Leon blinked and asked, "What kind of candy is this?"

"Throat lozenges."

Leon froze, somewhat surprised. "For me?"

"Yes. Mom gave them to you, not me."

No matter how precocious a child was, they couldn't hide their thoughts well.

In fact, after saying "Mom gave them to you," there was no need for Noah to add "not me."

By doing so, it only made her intent more obvious.

But Leon didn't point it out and simply took the lozenges. "Help me thank your mom, okay?"

"Okay..."

To be honest, it really was from her mom.

Noah recalled what had happened earlier:

In the morning, her mom had casually mentioned that "that guy" had eaten so many chili peppers last night to stay awake, and it would be surprising if his throat wasn't sore.

Noah had asked why he needed to stay awake.

Her mom had replied that it seemed he was working on some kind of study plan. Even though "that idiot" usually looked unreliable, he was actually a straight-A student.

Staying up late to prepare a study plan for her...

Noah had been stunned for a moment, then casually said they should give him some throat lozenges.

Her mom had said okay.

Noah hadn't thought much of it at the time and said, "Alright, you can give them to him later."

Her mom had shaken her head and said, "You deliver them."

And that's how the earlier scene came about.

'So... saying it is from mom is absolutely correct, isn't it?'

Noah thought to herself.

Leon popped a throat lozenge into his mouth, soothing his throat as he began reviewing Noah's homework.

"Hmm, not bad. Very thorough. So, this morning's main task is to reinforce yesterday's knowledge points. Shall we start now?"

Noah obediently nodded. "Okay."

At night, Leon placed a few chili peppers and the box of throat lozenges that Noah had given him during the day by his side, then began preparing tomorrow's tutoring content and plans.

Noah's comprehension and talent were truly outstanding. He had to work tirelessly to stay ahead of his eldest daughter; only in this way could he ensure her growth wouldn't be delayed.

Raising such a smart daughter was like nurturing a young sapling growing robustly.

You had to water it constantly, care for it, and provide it with endless nutrients so that it could grow into a towering tree that shades and shelters others.

Fortunately, Leon had mastered many efficient learning methods during his years at Dragon Slayer Academy and had also grown accustomed to overworking his body to stay up late.

Otherwise, by now, he might have already been disliked by both his daughter and that stubborn she-dragon.

Thinking of this, Leon suddenly froze for a moment.

He realized that he seemed to care more and more about what Rossweise thought of him.

If the family dinner a few days ago had made Leon realize that Rossweise didn't think highly of him at all—in her eyes, Leon was no longer the once-vibrant and invincible rival dragon slayer he used to be—then Leon had feigned a sudden illness after dinner to teach the queen a lesson.

Following that, things like secretly preparing body-nourishing Dragon Power and staying up late to tutor his daughter were somewhat related to how much Leon cared about Rossweise's opinion of him.

Leon scratched the tip of his nose and sneered,

"Tch, it's all for my daughter, nothing to do with that dragoness whatsoever."

'It is the first time I said this, but why does it sound somewhat familiar?'

'Isn't it similar to what Rossweise had said back in the warehouse on the day of the Double Dragon Marks?'

Leon shook his head, pulling himself back to focus, and started preparing for the lessons.

It wasn't until past eleven at night, as sleepiness swept over him, that Leon grabbed a chili and took a bite.

It was just as intense as the day before.

Leon gulped down a mouthful of cold water, placed the prepared tutoring plans aside, and pulled out the herbs Anna had brought him at dinner.

There were about a dozen packs, but only five or six were needed for preparing Dragon Power.

Leon opened the corresponding herbs. They were all sorts of random things—some he'd seen in the Empire and others unique to the dragon race.

He rubbed his hands together, opened his medicinal manual, and turned to the details on Dragon Power.

"Alright, alright, one, two, three, let's start!"

Following the instructions for preparing Dragon Power, Leon began his pharmaceutical process.

First, he mixed and crushed two types of herbs—this was the most basic step.

Next, he burned a certain herb until it was charred, took its powder, and set it aside in a bottle.

Leon searched the room but couldn't find a suitable bottle for holding the powder.

Finally, he had a flash of inspiration and remembered his nutritional supplement, which came in a small test tube.

Leon took out the nutritional supplement. Initially planning to pour the liquid out, he reconsidered, opened the cap, and chugged it all down in one go.

Then he wiped his mouth, saying, "Can't waste it."

After cleaning the test tube, Leon continued reading:

"The next step is... mixing these three herbs, then adding the upper clear liquid prepared with Sky Blue Wood, stirring evenly, and then..."

Leon meticulously followed the steps in the book.

"The most critical step, which has troubled all dragon pharmacists, is precisely because of this step that most preparations end in failure."

Upon reading this, Leon focused his full attention and carefully studied it.

"How to separate the active ingredients from the mixed powder of several herbs... The book provided two methods."

"One is high-temperature separation, but this method requires very precise temperature control—too high or too low won't work."

"The second method is physical separation, using high-speed rotation to extract the needed active ingredients. However, the efficiency of the physical separation method is particularly low..."

Leon glanced at his herb quantities—physical separation definitely wouldn't be sufficient.

And high-temperature separation required some specialized equipment, like an alcohol lamp inscribed with fire-element runes.

But in Leon's room, finding even a test tube was difficult—where would he get an alcohol lamp?

As he pondered his dilemma, Leon heard the sound of the door lock turning. He quickly stuffed the pile of herbs haphazardly back into the drawer.

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