The Defeated Dragon

When the tulip bug is assimilated, it can be reappropriated into the box and fed in the castle - and instead of feeding the powder, the wormgrass can absorb its own nutrients and feed the Pokémon.

This process will take about a day.

Back to the castle.

Liszt started writing.

Spread thick, thick leather paper with ink-dipped goose pens and begin to outline the serpent. Without a telephone, without a fax, he could only communicate with the most original mail.

He intends to write to the Earl of Coral Island and the Baron of Falcon, his father and sister.

The Count has a Tulip Pokémon and a Tulip Pokémon, as well as several Tulip Pokémon bugs and the Baron has a Tulip Pokémon. This means that the black tulips of Lester's territory are vital to the elves, and the Count and Baron are sure to pay the price to assimilate the new variety.

Here, don't say that your brothers and sisters clearly settle the bill, but also your father and son.

“Take advantage of the opportunity of assimilation, from the Count, perhaps in exchange for a Pokémon, the Baron, a bunch of supplies.” He's figured out what to trade for.

Pokémon are the number one productive force and the chances they can trade must not be let go.

Secondly, there is the scarcity of supplies - in fact, nothing in the castle, and Lester is not a tough, simple person, and he enjoys it.

“Secondly, I can talk to the Count about the cultivation and sale of black tulips, which, as a specialty product, can only be grown here with me. But the right to sell can be handed over to the Count, well, if it's profitable, I should be fine with 20%... but the black tulip breeds at full capacity, and it takes a year or two to become a bulk talent. ”

He paused, pondered for a moment, and continued to write.

“Perhaps I could advance, no, to charge the Count's sales agent deposit. More gold coins had to be made, and flower towns had to grow, and it was difficult not to start up funds. Especially the thorn ridge road, must open a safe wide road, if the road is to be built first. ”

Basically, that's what it is.

Two letters have been written, Marcus has arrived, and only Marcus, who is the knight of the earth, is competent - Lester has not practiced intermediate fighting secrets and is weak in combat.

“Teacher Marcus, I have two letters for you to pass on to me. ”

“May I help you?” Marcus replied, as if his tone had changed, and when Lester had not been promoted to the Horseman of the Earth, he might have answered only one yes, but now he was willing to help.

Lester noticed this change, but he didn't say much: “Besides, I need an intermediate Qi book, The Thousand Waves of Tulip Chamberlain doesn't suit me. You helped me bring the Flame Waves of Knights College. Well, ask Lewis Butler if Tulip Chamberlain has any other Qi books for fire attributes. ”

“No problem. ”

“Rest in the evening, leave tomorrow and be safe as you cross Thorn Ridge.” Lester thought about it, "Your yellow gray horse is not good enough. Ride my dragon horse. ”

Marcus bowed in gratitude: "Thank you for your kindness, but the Yellow Grey Horse has been with me on the battlefield, and he's an old man of my own accord, and riding him poor is more appropriate. ”

“Whatever you want. ”

“If Lord Baron has nothing else to say, I'll leave first. ”

“Go ahead. ”

……

“Good afternoon, Mr. Marcus.” Tom Pork Ring, picking a bucket, greets Marcus as he leaves the castle.

Marcus nodded lightly: "Hello, too. ”

Thompton was flattered, and Marcus and Gorte would not normally say "yes” to him. He was just a heavily lived maid in the castle, worse off than he was, probably Jesse Tawny, the maid's assistant for horse feeding, wood cutting, and dung, and Irene Fourfinger, the kitchen maid.

He tried to bow to Marcus, but forgot to pick a bucket on his shoulder, bent over and slipped flat and the bucket suddenly spilled half the water.

“Be careful. ”

“Oh, good, good, Mr. Marcus. ”

When Marcus left on horseback, Thomas didn't know where he was coming from: “You're clumsy, you can spill half a barrel of water, Mr. Tom Pork Circle, and maybe the master should let you feed the pigs, which suits you better. ”

Tom stirred up the bucket and didn't go to see Thomas: "I'll go and get two more buckets of water back. ”

His head was one head taller than Thomas's, but he always kept his customary head down.

Thomas sneered: "What else do you do besides beat water? No, you can't even beat water. You've been a fat butler your whole life! Sooner or later, I'll replace old Carter and become the housekeeper of the castle! I'll be the first to drive you to the pig. ”

“You won't, Mr. Carter is the master's heart.” Tom distinguishes in a low voice.

“Humph, the master has asked me to go out with him, has trusted me, I am young and will replace old Carter sooner or later! ”

“You won't.” Tom doesn't want to say it again, turn around and walk away.

Pouring the bucket of water into a large tank, the maid Debbie Windows came to fetch water and glanced at Thomas sneaking out of the castle: "Tom, is Thomas bothering you again? ”

“Its nothing"

“You shouldn't be afraid of him, he's not great, the master will see your efforts. ”

“I know, I am not afraid of him, the master is a good man, I work hard, the master can see and Mr. Carter can see.” Tom wiped the sweat off your forehead, "but thank you, Debbie. Do you need me to carry your water upstairs? ”

“Won't bother you. ”

“It's okay, Mr. Carter arranged me a very relaxed job. ”

“Tom, you're such a good man. ”

……

Early in the morning, Marcus had breakfast and fed his yellow gray horse with beans and hay.

He scrutinized two letters from Lester and five from Gorte, and looked at a few words he had written on thicker paper.

The words were used to remind him, don't forget things - the fire attribute fighting secrets that Lester needed, the old Carter Tot he bought thick leather paper, the Gorte wanted a box of cigars, and the scabies cream he bought from the Knight Orden insole, as well as the bowstrings he needed himself.

His bow and arrow were pulled too hard when encountered by the Windblade Wolf, and the bow string had ruptured, requiring a new bow string replacement.

Then he wiped his knight's gun and one-handed sword, counted the feather arrows in the arrow pot, everything was ready, rolled over, left town, and ran towards Thorn Ridge.

High, low, and undulating hills at Thorn Ridge.

In fact, the two mountains should be spliced together, one for the north and south, one for the east and west, and one for the middle, which is the necessary way to get into and out of Flower Town.

There are demonic beasts in the mountain forest.

But not much, especially this season, where there is plenty of food and beasts rarely go out. So the trails between the hills are still relatively safe, and as a knight of the earth, a common beast he doesn't.

Not a mile away.

Suddenly, he sensed the aura of the beast.

“Why did you meet the Warcraft again and the Windblade Wolf once before me? I'm still in bad luck!” Marcus held the knight's gun and stared nervously at the direction in which the smell of warcraft was spreading.

Wait a moment.

The demonic beast did not appear.

Marcus closed his eyes and hidden the beast, which was more dangerous than the one that opened wide open. He filmed the yellow gray horse under the seat, pretending to leave, trying to lure the beast into appearance.

About half a mile further.

Following his warcraft, he finally got impatient and took the initiative to attack him. The tall figure, coming out of the woods by the trail, stormed hard.

Marcus was cautious along the way and naturally could not have been attacked in secret, almost simultaneously turning the horse's head and the knight's gun stabbed out in response.

And then he looked at the beast —— the giant wild dog.