The Mighty Dragons Are Dead

Chapter 112: Respect for the Maid

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The telescope was still being ground.

The Dragon Hollyhock was still half-dead.

The Fragrant Coconut Tree Elf Bug was still incubating.

The Thorn Cordyceps Shrubbery’s Rapid Growth Poison Thorns were sprouting new shoots every day.

Homes in various settlements were still being built sporadically, and houses were also under construction in the four districts of the town, with roadwork never ceasing. On the Douson Avenue of the castle, construction persisted daily.

Shooting arrows, practicing spears.

Merging horse and man, charging into battle.

Liszt’s life was fulfilling every day. Mrs. Abbie’s culinary skills evolved rapidly, not only could she make pineapple buns, but she also learned to cook a few new dishes—the Thorn Caravan traveled to and from North Valley City daily, procuring supplies needed for the castle. With gold coins, anything was attainable.

“Quietly nurturing… It’s been almost half a year since I came to this world. I haven’t done anything earth-shattering or made any radical developments. However, under my guidance, Fresh Flower Town has still entered a path of rapid development. Although the territory may still be barren, at the very least, it has taken on a new face.”

Once he had only Goltai and Marcus as aides by his side.

Now Goltai served as the Administrative Officer, Marcus as the interim Knight Captain, Isaiah as the Finance Officer, Blair as the Legal Officer, and Karl Ironhammer as the Defense Officer; Old Geronte led the Fresh Flower Caravan as its captain, with Abagon as his deputy, and Sherlock captained the Thorn Caravan; Kostor was the captain of the Fresh Flower Vessel.

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A team had begun to take shape.

The Elf Bugs grew from four, the Tulip Bug, Millet Bug, Alfalfa Bug, and Thorn Bug, to seven with the addition of Tomato Bug, Little Wheat Bug, and Peanut Bug, and two more were awaiting birth, the Fragrant Coconut Bug and the Dragon Kui Bug.

The number of horses in town, including those belonging to the newly arrived officials and their families, had grown from fifteen at the start to seven pregnant mares, the purchase of two foals, and eight nags. There were also twelve carriages allocated to the caravans. The grass at the horse farm was no longer sufficient; it had become necessary to purchase fodder from outside.

In addition.

Magic Potion, Smoked Grass, Fruit Thief Monkeys, seafood…

The only slow development was the population, from the initial 1991 people to now 2074, an increase of just 83 people. However, by the end of September, five hundred serfs would be transported here to add to the labor force.

“The greatest gains are actually all within me,” Liszt leaned back in his chair, leisurely sipping a cup of milk tea without any additives.

Behind him stood a fruit tree outside the castle, a green apple tree with a low yield, small fruits, and a tart taste.

At least it could provide a bit of green shade.

He felt pleased.

Perhaps Mrs. Morson’s cooking skills had improved, or maybe the quality of the pregnant cows’ milk had increased, but regardless, the milk tea was becoming tastier by the day. So much so that after drinking it, he could feel the nutrients in the milk tea making his body exceptionally comfortable and invigorating his spirit.

It swept away the lethargy of the scorching summer days.

“Douson is a good guard dog, Rock Spike is very powerful in attack, and Juan Fu could probably be kept for meat. The Space Gem is the most priceless treasure, the value of the Mithril Mine, Jade, Crystal, and Black Pearl should be calculated in Dragon coins. The Crimson Blood Sword is a gemstone weapon, along with the Drift Bottle from the Child of the Sun.”

His personal wealth, if really assessed and measured, was probably unparalleled in Coral Island.

“I also learned the Dou Qi Secret Technique—the Eye of Magic. Although I don’t know why the Bald Vulture Knight, Stefan, hid the Eye of Magic in a book, I should thank him. This assistive Dou Qi Secret Technique far surpasses any other powerfully destructive Dou Qi Secret Techniques.”

Douson was frolicking all over the place.

“Woof woof!”

Thomas followed behind it, pulling on the leash, sweating profusely. Given Douson’s current strength, Thomas, just an ordinary person, really couldn’t hold on to it.

Liszt shifted his gaze away from Douson.

He glanced at the small garden beside the castle.

There, a maidservant was collecting the meat jerky that had been drying in the garden. Her black-and-white maid uniform was quite pleasing to the eye.

“Is that Little Lily?” Liszt, who was somewhat distant, couldn’t make out the maid’s facial expression but could tell it was her from her figure.

Little Lily, the kitchen maid, was the tallest among the maids in the castle, standing at probably one meter seventy.

He remembered the first time he saw Little Lily, the seventeen-year-old girl was just a skinny, dry stick. Perhaps it was from eating and living well in the castle and the ensuing relaxation, but it was clear now that she had developed breasts and her buttocks were a bit perkier than before.

“The young lady has blossomed, indeed. The sight of a maid at work is truly a delight to the eyes.”

After reflecting on this, he redirected his gaze and began to circulate the Dou Qi within his body—just moments ago, there was some restlessness, as if wanting to express respect to the maid.

His body was also developing rapidly.

He had shot up in height, and he estimated that he must now be about one meter eighty-three tall. Earth Knight Marcus was a standard one meter eighty-six, and standing beside him, Liszt was now almost the same height.

The Earl was about one meter eighty-one tall, and his late mother Melissa was said to be a tall beauty.

Thus, Liszt surmised that he might still grow taller, surpassing Marcus wouldn’t be a problem, and maybe he could even reach one meter ninety?

The restlessness was hard to smooth over.

Liszt simply stood up, drew the Crimson Blood Sword hanging at his waist, and began to practice the “Fire Dragon Drill”.

Time flew, and it was suddenly September.

The Earl had returned from Blue Dragon Island and had summoned all his followers to gather at Tulip Castle. As the newly ennobled Baron of Fresh Flower Town, it was only natural for Liszt to attend.

The Coral Island faction was not particularly large.

In total, there were two viscounts, sixteen barons, eighty-two Honored Knights, in addition to one Hereditary Viscount (Levis) and a few life barons.

A life peerage is a non-hereditary title that allows for equivalent status and privileges without land and cannot be passed down.

Some countries have established them, while others have not.

In the Duchy of Sapphire, life peerages are generally granted to adult heirs of great families—they have come of age but their fathers are still alive, so it is not their turn to inherit. Some may even be over forty years old without having inherited, which can be somewhat awkward.

Hence, life peerages were introduced.

Of course, some magicians, skilled craftsmen with contributions, and even merchants of considerable wealth might also be granted life peerages.

“The Grand Duke has already issued the Pioneer Mandate. After autumn, we will act in coordination with Steel Ridge Kingdom to attack the coastal regions of Eagle Kingdom,” Levis informed Liszt with accurate news upon encountering him, “Father has decided to accept the mandate and participate in this war.”

“Are you going as well?” Liszt asked.

“Of course, I have to go. This is a test for me; I need to prove that I can carry on Father’s will and be favored by the glory of knighthood,” Levis said, not nervous but excited, “The Grand Duke has arranged for Father to cooperate with Marquis Roderick, and I will act as the liaison officer, coordinating the actions between the two knight orders.”

“Marquis Roderick?” Liszt recalled that Lady Penelope had mentioned that Levis was pursuing the man’s daughter, “What’s the name of the marquis’s daughter?”

Levis’s eyes shimmered with the light of spring: “Loria, Loria Gold Wheat Ear!”