Elara was different; her nature was more easygoing and more tolerant.
As long as there was no malice towards her, Elara could play together with anyone.
Such an Elara allowed Orion to experience the happiness and joy of being a father in advance.
"Isabella, you're even more beautiful than I imagined!"
Walking closer, Orion and Soraya nodded to each other; they didn't say much.
However, Orion immediately guessed the identity of the unfamiliar woman before him.
"Your sturdy build is also quite shocking to me!"
Isabella extended her right hand, wanting to shake hands.
Orion paused for half a second before reacting.
"Hahaha... This kind of etiquette, only found on Earth, had almost vanished from my memory!"
Orion reached out, lightly touched Isabella's tender right hand, and quickly withdrew his.
"Welcome to Soraya City. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."
"I believe my dear Soraya will not refuse."
Soraya gave a charming smile, walked over to link arms with Orion, and the three of them headed deeper into the castle.
Castle garden: strong liquor, roasted meat, drinks, fruits, various cakes—nothing was lacking.
Of course, those cakes and desserts were provided by Isabella.
"Isabella, we are companions. If there's something to say, I'll say it directly."
Orion lay on a huge sun chair, holding roasted meat in his hand, enjoying it bite by bite.
With every bite of roasted meat Orion took, little Elara, sitting in his lap, would lift the wine jug in her hand and pour a mouthful of wine into Orion's mouth.
"I believe that in our territories, there are always some valuable resources worth exchanging to complement each other."
"Barter, exchange of equal value—any problem with this?"
Suddenly, a parchment scroll appeared in Orion's hand; recorded inside was a list of some of the Stoneheart Horde's special products.
"Take a look. Mark anything you need."
Isabella took the list and read it carefully, a joyful expression gradually creeping onto her cheeks.
Isabella put down the list, took a quill pen and scroll from her own storage bag, and also wrote down a list of her territory's special products on the spot.
"If we're trading, we'll have to wait three months!"
Orion nodded. He knew very well that Isabella would definitely have to return to her own territory.
The forces she brought this time were simply insufficient to invade another world.
"By the way, Isabella, I'd like to ask you for a favor."
Orion devoured the roasted meat in his hand in a few bites, gave the last scrap of meat to little Elara, then dusted off his hands and took out the fire dragon egg from his storage ring.
"You're a dragon rider; you should have experience with this."
"Help me see, can this egg hatch?"
"If it can hatch, what conditions are needed?"
Isabella didn't respond to Orion immediately but took the dragon egg and examined it carefully.
"The life energy is very rich, and fire elements are even diffusing into the nearby air. This is a fire dragon egg of excellent quality."
"Place it in an area dense with fire elements, and the little one inside will be able to break out of its shell soon."
Isabella returned the fire dragon egg to Orion, gaining an even clearer understanding of the latter's capabilities.
However, Orion's next move astonished Isabella.
"Elara, this is the gift Daddy promised you. Inside is a little fire-breathing crawler."
The fire dragon egg wasn't small; Elara held it as if she were hugging a tumbler toy as big as herself.
"Daddy, Elara can sense the little crawler."
"Daddy, Elara promised Mentor to show him the little crawler."
Orion extended a finger and gently rubbed Elara's little cheek.
"Go on then!"
Spatial energy fluctuated for a moment, and Elara, hugging her fire dragon egg, directly teleported and vanished.
"That's a fire dragon egg! If you raise it, it can definitely advance to Legendary level in the future."
Isabella had stayed in Soraya City for many days; she knew Elara was only an adopted daughter.
She hadn't expected Orion to be so generous as to give away such a precious item.
"Although Elara is only an adopted daughter, she is also a princess of the Stoneheart Horde."
Orion had now established Elara's status.
The Stoneheart Horde acknowledged Elara's existence, and with that came corresponding resources and status.
Isabella looked up, her beautiful eyes wide, sizing up the giant before her who was stretching his limbs and relaxing his muscles in the sunlight.
This was a very strange feeling!
Isabella surprisingly didn't feel uncomfortable; the atmosphere was, on the contrary, incredibly harmonious.
Orion also had this feeling.
Facing Isabella, Orion didn't treat her as a beautiful woman, but rather as a familiar person.
To be precise, as a fellow countryman—the kind who understood each other's past.
"Isabella, if you need any help, just say it."
"Although I can't compare to your Alexander, compared to you, I'm still a bit better off."
Isabella shook her head, politely declining.
"Mr. Alexander said I don't need to worry about anything this time; I just need to bring what I'm supposed to bring. I'm going to see the world."
Orion nodded. If Alexander said so, then he must have arranged everything perfectly for Isabella.
Just as Orion was about to lie back down on the chair, Isabella pointed to the half-finished World Tree not far away and said.
"That World Tree, I know a way to cultivate it."
Hearing this, Orion instantly sat bolt upright, staring intently at Isabella with bright eyes.
Isabella was silent for a few seconds, organized her words, then looked at Orion and said.
"A true World Tree is born naturally, a self-evolution of the cosmic world."
"Therefore, that World Tree of yours cannot grow to full maturity."
If anyone else had said this, Orion would definitely have flown into a rage and questioned them.
But Isabella was a member of the Champions Alliance, an ally; Orion trusted her.
Seeing Orion didn't get angry, Isabella secretly thought a bit more highly of him.
"Condensing a World Tree requires a very complex process. Your World Tree has only absorbed remnants of a World Tree."
"Even if you let it absorb vast amounts of world essence, it ultimately cannot become a World Tree, only infinitely close."
Seemingly having guessed Orion's thoughts, Isabella ruthlessly crushed his hopes.
"Therefore, its evolutionary direction needs to be changed."
Deep down, Orion himself had a premonition, but he just didn't dare to voice it.
To cultivate a World Tree with individual strength—just thinking about it felt impossible.