I was a lord farming, how did I become an emperor?

Chapter 59 Birth
The team was handed over to Gunle, and Rod hurriedly spurred his horse toward Frostleaf Town.

Millie clutched his robe tightly, her little face full of confusion.

The guards spotted Rhodes from afar, opened the wooden gate of Frostleaf Town ahead of time, and bowed to Rhodes.

Rhodes didn't stop; he went straight through the town and rushed back to the manor.

Good day, Your Excellency.

Durant ran forward and bowed, then exclaimed in surprise upon seeing Millie, "This is...!"

"Let's go see the dragon eggs first."

Rod handed Millie over to Leah to look after, then turned and headed toward the wooden hut where the wyvern eggs were kept.

As you push open the door, a warm feeling washes over you.

Although the weather has warmed up, the fire in the stove here has never stopped.

What does this unusual activity mean?
Is it about to hatch?
Rhodes stepped forward nervously, his eyes fixed on the two wyvern eggs surrounded by iron ore.

They stayed inside quietly.

There were no reports of unusual activity from the guards, except that the scales on the eggshell were a dark blue.

"what happened?"

Rod turned to ask Durant.

"After the shift change inspection early this morning, the guards suddenly noticed that the dragon egg on the left was shaking."

Durant reported earnestly, "I initially thought it was my imagination, so I had people keeping a close eye on them until I saw them moving again this morning."

"Your vanguard had just arrived in town when I immediately sent someone to inform you."

"I think this is a good thing, at least they are all alive."

As soon as Durant finished speaking, the dragon egg on the left began to shake again, looking as if the cubs were struggling inside.

"It seems like it's really about to hatch."

Rhodes waved his hand, and a guard brought him a chair to sit down.

"Could it be that the eggshell is too hard, and it can't break through it?"

"Would the mother dragon usually help them?"

"Should we help it by making a small hole in the egg, so it has a way to break through?"

……

Within moments, Rod asked a series of questions.

This was the first time Durant had ever seen Rod like this.

This lord wasn't this nervous when he first encountered the wyvern.

“I think they should rely on themselves, Your Excellency, so that they can have strong bodies.”

Durant said seriously.

"Yes, you're right."

Rhodes nodded and let out a long sigh of relief. "Let's wait until they really can't get out."

"Okay..." Durant felt a little helpless.

"You don't need to stay here with me,"

Rod leaned back in his chair and instructed, "Gunler will be back soon. Go and meet him, and while you're at it, help Lawrence arrange the livestock and goods."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Durant bowed and then took his leave.

Rhodes stood guard beside the dragon eggs, glancing at them every now and then.

This is a long process.

After waiting for a long time, the dragon egg on the left finally shook again.

With a crisp "click," a fine crack appeared on the dark blue eggshell, emitting a faint blue glow.

coming!

Rhodes stood up, staring intently at the dragon egg!

The cracks on the eggshell increased, resembling a spider web.

With a "snap," a small piece of eggshell fell off.

Rhodes held his breath.

From that small hole, a wet wing emerged, with sharp claws. The claws retracted, and with another crisp sound, more eggshells shattered.

This time, a tiny dragon nose peeked out from the gap, as if it were tasting the outside air.

Click, click——

The eggshell kept cracking, making a crisp and rhythmic sound, which was Rod's favorite sound.

Click!

A loud thud was heard, and most of the eggshell was cracked open!
Then a faucet the size of a flowerpot emerged, covered in stringy slime.

The little guy had just crawled out, and before his body was even fully out of the eggshell, he was already clinging to it and frantically gnawing on it.

It is said that dragon eggshells contain rich nutrients that can help dragon cubs develop quickly.

Rod took this opportunity to carefully observe the little guy in front of him.

Newborn wyverns are slightly larger than cats, but have long and slender bodies.

Its overall appearance is like a miniature adult bipedal dragon, with a disproportionately large head and thick hind legs.

It has lost some of its ferocity and cruelty, and gained some cuteness.

The little guy ate happily, and his wings spread out behind him, almost as long as Rod's arm.

Surprisingly, as the eggshell was repeatedly stuffed into its mouth, the little guy's body grew stronger at a visible speed.

Sunlight streamed through the window cracks and shone directly on it, allowing Rod to clearly see the metallic luster shimmering on its azure scales.

This piqued Rod's curiosity, and he wanted to taste the eggshell to see what was inside.

After a hearty meal, the little guy ate every last crumb of the eggshell and then began to look around at its surroundings.

The deep blue vertical pupils, filled with confusion and curiosity, looked around before finally landing on Rhodes. It couldn't help but take two steps back, bumping into the box.

"Ow!"

It let out a tender chirp, peculiar and melodious, similar to a bird's call, but with a deeper, more resonant quality.

"Do not be afraid."

Rod unconsciously reached out and slowly extended his hand toward the little guy.

The little guy watched him warily, its vertical pupils fixed on Rhodes' every move. It sniffed at his hand from a distance and let out a low hum.

The little guy took a step forward and cautiously approached Rod's palm.

Stretching its neck, the little guy sniffed again as if to confirm, and gently touched Rod's fingertip with the tip of its nose.

The moist, cool touch, combined with the rhythmic warmth, made Rod unable to resist enjoying it.

At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Rhodes had no idea how to tame a wyvern and was worried about it before it was born.

To prevent it from becoming too aggressive, Rod also prepared iron chains.

It seems that is no longer necessary now.

Although we don't yet know why the little guy approves of me, the fact that we don't have to be at each other's throats is a huge good thing.

Seemingly having confirmed Rhodes' identity, the little guy grew bolder and began rubbing his head back and forth against Rhodes' hand.

The hard, sharp dragon scales made Rhodes's palms ache, but they did not diminish the joy in his heart.

With her other hand, she picked up the already cut jerky and fed it to the little guy.

The little guy took a quick sniff, then took a bite and swallowed it whole.

Aren't you going to chew it at all?

Rod looked at it with some concern. The little guy rubbed against Rod's palm and opened its mouth again.

Rod had no choice but to throw another piece into its mouth.

Wyverns are magical beasts; they won't starve themselves to death for food.

Rod kept feeding it until it had eaten more than ten thumb-sized pieces of jerky. Then, it rubbed against Rod's palm contentedly, lay down beside him, and fell asleep with its head on its wings.

Rod breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew his hand.

I turned to look at the dragon egg on my right, feeling a little nervous.

"Your older brother, or possibly older sister, has already been born, and it's your turn next."

Rhodes stared at the dragon egg on his right and murmured.

As if it understood, the dragon egg shook violently and cracks appeared.

(End of this chapter)