"Roman has successfully ridden the dragon?"
Looking at the report from his subordinate, Earl Merlin narrowed his eyes, then revealed a faint smile.
"I thought Roman was up to some trick at the Council of Elders meeting the other day. Turns out, he was aiming to ride a dragon." He lit a Misty Rain Dragon cigar and took contented puffs, "The Ghostfire Family, a bunch of sly devils."
"Grandfather, has Uncle Roman successfully ridden a dragon?" Mel, studying state affairs, asked in surprise.
"Just a few days ago, after the trial of Ros the Clay Dragon by the Council of Elders, Roman succeeded in dragon riding... Not being able to ride a dragon until nearly fifty is really nothing to boast about." Earl Merlin looked at the cigar ash, which remained unbroken, "He is far behind his father Rod..."
It seems that the older one gets, the more one likes to reminisce about the past, and Earl Merlin inadvertently began to recall events from long, long ago.
Back then.