“Sophia，my mother, has left the castle for how long?” In the room, sitting on a wicker chair, Moria held a crystal cup in one hand and a thick metal book in the other, asking Sophia, the head maid who was standing by the desk, commanding a group of dragonspawn maids to fill his crystal cup with tea.

“It's been close to three months. Based on past experience, Lady Atreus should be back soon,” Sophia replied.

“What does my mother do when she's away?” In Moria's memory since birth, he had seen the golden dragon mother less than ten times, which was pitifully few, not at all like a real mother and son relationship, but quite normal for the dragon race.

Of course, one reason Moria had seen his mother so few times was that he had spent most of his time sleeping before. Even if the golden dragon mother came to see him, he wouldn't know.

"Combatting evil and upholding justice," Sophia said solemnly.

"..." Moria remained silent. Although Sophia's words were so overly dramatic, the head maid spoke without the slightest embarrassment, and the other maids nearby showed no strange expressions either, instead, they seemed admiring and longing.

This was Elasia, where "combating evil and upholding justice" was a very serious matter. Anyone who dared to mock it would be scorned or even hunted down by the lawful good camp.

So Moria resisted the urge to laugh, kept his face calm, and unsurprisingly, he would also join the great cause of "combating evil and upholding justice" in the future.

Because he was a lawful good dragonborn, and his mother did indeed go out to combat evil and uphold justice, just as Sophia said.

The activities of the golden dragon mother were similar to those of Superman in the movies of his previous life, but the enemies she faced were much stronger than those Superman had to deal with. If Superman were thrown into Elasia and went alone to combat evil, there was a 99% chance that he would be rubbed into the ground by the creatures of the evil camp.

"Gold dragons are a kind of dragon that enjoys punishing evil and promoting goodness, and they detest all unfair and criminal behavior," Moria looked down at the metal book written in Draconic, "and this inclination is innate. Hmm, their values are really solid."

"However, even such a super good dragon still has the common flaws of dragons, extreme arrogance and greed," Moria looked at the massive metal book in his hand, which was over a meter long and nearly half a meter wide, and occasionally expressed his opinions.

It had been more than ten days since he climbed to the tower that day, and Moria hadn't been outside the castle since. He stayed in his room because he found something: his dragonling phase, or baby phase, hadn't completely ended yet.

He still spent most of his day in a deep sleep, extreme drowsiness striking him every day, and with his current willpower, he couldn't stay awake for long. So in this state, Moria didn't feel like going out for a stroll at all.

But compared to his state five years ago, this was much better. Before, Moria spent most of his time eating or sleeping, barely having time to leave his room. Now, although eating and sleeping still took up a lot of his time, he had about three hours of free time each day.

This change, although not as much as expected, still satisfied Moria. After all, he had become an immortal now.

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With the free time he had, Moria chose not to go out exploring. The world was vast and exciting, filling Moria with curiosity, but now was not the time for exploration. Three hours of wakefulness would probably only be enough for him to walk from the castle to the seaside!

So Moria chose to read. In the golden dragon mother's castle, there was a vast library, and when Moria found out about its existence, he was very happy because he now had a way to understand the world.

Relative to Moria's curiosity about the world, the knowledge he received from the racial inheritance when he was born was pitifully little, not enough to satisfy Moria's curiosity, but rather fueling it.

Now, Moria's curiosity had an outlet. For example, the book he was holding now was not about dragon knowledge but a memoir of an ancient gold dragon.

As the strongest metallic dragon, gold dragons were not destined to stay in one area and become a recluse, so the life experiences of an ancient gold dragon could be said to be very rich and colorful. So Moria found this memoir of the ancient gold dragon quite fascinating.

However, Moria didn't take everything in the book seriously because it only described the various good deeds of this gold dragon, and the results were always victories for the human form of the dragon and his companions.

But all these experiences of "justice always prevailing" were too much like a fairy tale. Gold dragons were indeed very powerful, but that was only after they had fully grown. In their juvenile, adolescent, and young adult stages, there were many monsters in the Elasia world that could confront them head-on.

A gold dragon that liked to roam around, punishing evil and promoting goodness from a young age, never failed, never faced adversity? Ridiculous!

"These proud dragons, only boasting of their victories and never mentioning their defeats. Hah!" Moria suddenly burst into laughter. He hadn't voiced his thoughts before, just thinking about them, but now he was speaking out.

Sophia stood quietly beside Moria's desk and smiled, "It's not just dragons, it's normal for any creature with normal intelligence to boast only of their victories and never mention their defeats."

Moria nodded without saying anything. Anyway, he just treated this autobiography as a novel to read, increasing his experience and understanding of the customs and cultures of various regions in Elasia, as well as knowledge about various evil camps. In these two aspects, the ancient gold dragon who wrote this autobiography had no reason to fabricate.

Especially the descriptions of the evil camps, the ancient gold dragon could be said to be quite diligent, detailing the combat methods, behavioral habits, and weaknesses of the evil creatures he encountered.

"This knowledge is useful. Very useful," Moria nodded. This was one of the reasons he could continue reading.

"Hmm? In adulthood, he encountered a legendary demon summoned by demon worshippers to the main material plane." Moria, interested, continued reading, "Then, the righteous side was easily defeated by the legendary demon Balor Pyromancer, and in a critical moment, he stepped forward, alone, turned the tide, and repelled the legendary demon."

"This is really shameless!" Moria's mouth twitched. Based on the knowledge he had accumulated over the past ten days or so, Moria felt he could see through the "truth" of the matter.

"Let me see, what's the name of this dragon with a thicker skin than a land turtle?" Moria flipped to the cover of the metal book behind it. "Dimos Elenas."

"Oh, with the same surname as mine, huh? Well, this dragon might be my direct relative, but my relatives tend to brag a bit." Moria didn't care too much, instead sipping on his specially brewed magic potion tea and continuing to read...

So, eating, sleeping, and reading became Moria's daily routine, but this cycle was broken after only half a month.

One day, the weather was still fine, the sky was clear, and Moria, bathed in sunlight, was leisurely reading a travelogue written by a legendary human mage, enjoying himself.

Until, "Roar!!!" a loud and clear dragon roar sounded in Moria's ears, the soundproofing magic array of the castle seemed nonexistent, failing to weaken the power of this dragon roar at all.

In sync with the dragon roar, there was also a huge and overwhelming pressure, but under this pressure, Sophia and the other maids only paled slightly before returning to normal. They were already accustomed to this pressure.

Moria's face showed no change, no discomfort at all, because this pressure made him feel very familiar and comfortable, a result of his bloodline.

Moria looked up at the ceiling, knowing that the golden dragon mother, Atreus Elenas, had returned. He didn't know how she had directly returned to the airspace above Crystal Castle.

"What did my golden dragon mother bring back? Such a fierce feeling, but it feels very weak." Moria frowned. In addition to sensing the golden dragon mother's presence like the sun, he also sensed that there were two other creatures emitting a violent aura around her, but compared to the golden dragon mother, their presence was very weak.

However, Moria didn't think much about it. The sense of kinship from his blood made him put down the book in his hand with a "thud" and start running towards the direction he sensed. Behind him, Sophia and several maids hurriedly followed.

Following the bloodline connection between direct relatives, Moria burst into the vast hall of the castle. Then he stood dumbfounded, seeing in the middle of the hall, two red-scaled giants bound tightly by golden chains.

"Red dragons!" Smelling the pervasive sulfur in the air, Moria quickly identified the identity of the two giant creatures with bright red scales, which were none other than the strongest among the chromatic dragons, red dragons.

At this moment, Moria finally understood. The sources of the violent auras he sensed earlier were these two red dragons.

"My mom is so fierce, huh? She went out for a trip and caught two of the so-called strongest evil dragons." Moria murmured to himself, his face stiffening.