This Giant Dragon is So Powerful!

Chapter 147 - 16: The Struggle for Heirs; A Great Ambition (Part 2)

"Father, no matter how difficult it is, I want to give it a try." Wilson paused for a moment, then said resolutely.

Ambition burned fiercely in his eyes. Having become a High-level Professional at the age of twenty-seven, coupled with the wealth of experience gained over the years, he gradually began to feel that the Higlind family was too small, the Wilderness Plains were too small, and even the Kas Duchy was too small!

In short, Wilson felt that as a young person with strength and talent, he must achieve something earth-shattering.

"The bloodline of the Black Dragon King is the best catalyst; with it, quickly in decades or slowly in a century, our Dragon Nest Influence will become one of the continent’s dominators," Wilson mused silently.

Wilson saw further and understood more clearly.

Instead of worrying about the immediate interests of the family, it’s better to make efforts to nurture the ’big tree’ the family relies on, allowing it to grow strong and lush, thereby giving back to the family.

"Very well, you will lead this endeavor; you can utilize all the family’s resources and personnel..." Roy said slowly, deeply looking at his youngest son.

This decision surprised everyone present.

"Father, I think this matter is too risky and requires careful consideration," said a middle-aged man standing nearby. His eyes were sharp as an eagle’s, his build was robust and strong, with a height of two meters and three, akin to a small giant.

Harry, the Level 9 Peak Warrior, aged forty-eight, Roy’s eighth son.

Wilson, who had initially shown excitement, now heard the opposition, and looking in the direction of the voice, his eyes cooled upon realizing it was his brother Harry.

In a family that can prosper and progress, most members are surely united in their efforts.

But ultimately, it’s only most members.

Among three people, there can be six different thoughts, not to mention a family of hundreds, it’s impossible for everyone to live harmoniously.

"Brother, you need to understand that our Higlind family is standing at the cliff’s edge, talking about risks and seeking stability now is laughable," Wilson said coldly.

Harry’s eagle eyes met Wilson’s, expressionless, "Precisely because the family is on the cliff, I need to make it more stable and safe, not actively chiseling away saying there is precious ore below... If there is no ore, the cliff will become precarious."

The two brothers faced off, neither retreating.

The others present remained silent, not intending to meddle in this struggle for interests.

Or rather, the factions present were already clear.

There was the radical faction led by Wilson, the traditional faction led by Harry, and the neutral faction. The neutral faction did not interfere, while the other two factions were engaged in overt and covert contests.

Sitting at the main seat, Roy watched the scene, his expression unchanged.

Competition is necessary for a family, as long as the competition’s aim is making the family better.

"Alright, I think Harry also has a point, so let’s do this: each of you will control half of the family’s resources, pursue your ideas boldly, and I want to see what outcomes you can produce to satisfy me," Roy said blandly.

What?

Everyone was shocked, the Roy Clan Leader’s words clearly suggested his intent to retire. After stepping down, who would become the family head?

Obviously, whoever achieves greater results will inherit.

At this, Roy’s other children also showed some kind of thoughts in their eyes, especially those who had some force and personnel, their hearts began to stir. Roy’s children numbered in the dozens, excluding those who died young or were too young, there were still ten or more heirs with considerable influence.

"As long as you are my children, you can freely go out and achieve something, compared to a stagnant family, I prefer a vibrant, competitive one," Roy said with a smile, suddenly changing his words,

"Of course, I hope you use proper means, if anyone resorts to conspiracies..."

Though Roy didn’t finish his sentence, the coldness in his eyes made everyone present shudder.

No one would doubt that if someone dared to defy Roy’s wishes, would Roy spare them?

The answer is certainly no.

Even for his own sons.

Otherwise, how could the Higlind family develop rapidly and steadily over these years? There were traitors, but they were harshly dealt with by Roy.

Including one of Roy’s sons and a grandson.

The family meeting ended, and everyone dispersed.

Outside the door, Wilson and Harry exchanged a glance but did not speak.

Both clearly were stoking an internal fire.

"Foolish brother, only concerned with the paltry gains of the present," Wilson sneered inwardly.

"A kid who hasn’t matured thinks strong cultivation talent is everything? Daring to encourage father to make such reckless decisions!" Harry thought darkly and sternly.

Then, they parted ways, each receiving half of the family’s resources and personnel support, immediately proceeding with their chosen endeavors.

Wilson’s endeavor was naturally to establish a great city within the Dark Forest that could accommodate multiple intelligent races.

Harry’s endeavor was to continue the family’s traditional practices. Business on weapons shops, Charm Shops, Enchantment Shops, and operations involving slaves, population, and minerals.

However, Harry wasn’t rigid either. After careful consideration, he decided to have his reliable personnel form a caravan and discreetly head to the continent’s Central Region.

The continent’s Central Region was the Tal Plane’s center, vast in area, with diverse races, including Beastmen, Humans, Dwarves, Elves, and various evil, kind, neutral forces, and rare races, unlike the south here, it had far more opportunities and much richer resources.

Both sides were fully exerting effort.

....

Deep within the Dark Forest, over a thousand kilometers, between two thousand-meter mountain peaks, lies a small fertile plain of black soil.

Here was the location of the Mountain Stream Dragon Nest.

On this day, Wilson brought a team of hundreds to this place.

Shiji, the Grand Steward of the territory, personally came out to meet Wilson. Ordinarily, people were not worth meeting by Shiji, but Wilson was, not because he’s Roy’s son, but because he’s a High-level Professional.

And Dragon Nest values strength. Here, the strong hold higher status.

"What’s loaded in these wagons?" Shiji stood next to Wilson, asking casually and naturally.

The initial contact with Dragon Nest was by Mage Wit; later, Wilson followed Mage Wit and gradually became acquainted with Dragon Nest. Especially with Shiji, the Grand Steward; over five or six years the two formed a fairly good relationship.

"Some brews and ordinary clothes, along with some bottles and jars," Wilson said with a smile.

Upon hearing, Shiji was slightly stunned, curiously, "Dragon Nest has no demand for these things. Breweries are not better than a piece of cured meat, and as for clothes, the beast hides in the tribes are completely sufficient, whether for warmth or defense, much more practical than those ordinary clothes among you humans."

"You’re wrong about that, as long as they are intelligent beings, once they meet the most basic survival conditions, they will pursue richer material enjoyment. Sometimes, you can’t measure the utility of a product simply by its practicality," Wilson smiled slightly.

"Perhaps," Shiji was indifferent to this. Being a creature that lived in the wild, its requirements for itself and the tribe were focused on efficiency.

Take food, for example, Dragon Nest’s creatures have to learn to eat ground-up stones, plants, and soil from childhood, cultivating this habit from a young age. The aim is nothing but saving on the tribe’s food budget.

The cost to achieve this goal is simply stomach pain and slow digestion, and having accustomed to it, it’s just one of those things.

Furthermore, there’s brewed drink.

In Shiji’s view, this liquid, requiring a lot of grain to brew, is sheer waste, so the entire Dragon Nest Influence prohibits consuming fruits or grains to brew, offenders are severely punished.

"Heh, Chief Shiji, you and the warriors will know whether I’m right or wrong after using it for a while," Wilson showed a mysterious smile.