The Defeated Dragon

Chapter 17: Tremors and Dragon Horses

Marcus decided to postpone his departure for a day because of the dirt dog.

He took a break and told Lester some precautions for keeping the beast.

“Warcraft, even if they can claim to be lords, are full of danger. They have no ideologies of good or evil, and their temper is fluctuating. Once they are proficient in the use of magic, they are likely to hurt people unintentionally. Therefore, the Baron needs to be actively guided and trained to raise a mutilated dog and puppy. ”

“Like a bunch of hounds in Tulip Chateau? ”

“Yes, to train its obedience from a young age, to make it obey your command, and to constantly consume its magic so that it spills its magic into training so that it doesn't do magical injuries in the ordinary course of life. The rock prick of a dirt dog is very lethal magic. ”

“About how long can it release magic? ”

“I'm not sure, but the average warcraft, until adulthood, had weak magic. A dirt dog can grow up in about a year and a half, that is, for a year and a half, tame it. ”

“Very well, I will treat this as a practice homework and keep training it. ”

Marcus is obviously in a good mood, and after explaining his precautions, it is rare to say a few compliments: "Peanuts, magic, warcraft, the Baron will surprise everyone on Coral Island. ”

Liszt smiled.

Surprised still at the back.

He asked, "What am I supposed to do with that mutt's body? ”

“Perhaps Lord Gaultai should be asked, who once managed the trading market for Lord Count and who knew best the value of the Warcraft. ”

“Mr. Carter, get me Teacher Gaultai. ”

“as you wish, sir. ”

Gaultai rushed in and saw the body of the muddy dog, shouting, “Wow, what do I see? Is this the King of Thorn Ridge muddy dog? God, it's a low-level warcraft, but I feel like it smells like an intermediate warcraft, Marcus, and I must admit, you're one of the best knights on Coral Island. ”

Coral Island's most powerful knight, no doubt Lester's father, Sky Knight and Earl of Coral Island Lee William Tulip, is also the only powerful knight with a high level of fighting spirit.

The rest are Earth Knight.

As for the warcraft on Coral Island, it appears that there are only shallow beaches in the south, with an intermediate warcraft, the purple sand crocodile. Other monsters in the mountains are low-level monsters. Thorn Ridge also has only low-level warcraft, and the mound dog here in Thorn Ridge is the most powerful low-level warcraft.

“Teacher Gaultai, what shall we do with this beast?” Lister asked.

Gaultai stabbed the body of the muddy dog with a cane, the calf-sized muddy dog, the blood has condensed, looks miserable: “The fur has broken, otherwise, the muddy dog fur is the most precious, worth at least twenty narda. ”

Narda, the Gold Coin name of the Grand Duchy of Sapphires, was named by the Grand Duke of Sapphires for the memory of his father.

“Is it worth a little gold coin? ”

“It can only be sold as shredded leather, and I suspect that there may be traitors willing to pay five nardas, or businessmen with consciences willing to pay ten nardas. ”

Gaultai continued his analysis: "Its meat, I think, can be 600 kg, the market for warcraft meat is usually one silver coin, the dirt dog meat should be able to sell two silver coins a kilo, twelve narda. But Lester, you should stay and eat yourself. You need to be strong now. ”

“Mr. Gorte was right that selling his meat was not a good price and that the castle would have had to buy meat from the outside.” Carter intervened, as a cardiac steward, and this discussion allowed him to participate.

“Aside from the fur and flesh, all that's left are bones and viscera. The animal's guts can be sold to those magicians who hide their tails. I know where the magicians are. They always like to acquire the animal's guts and all sorts of mysterious flowers and grass, how much Narda, it's hard to say. Bones make good soup. ”

Speaking of which, Gorte smiled hey hey: “Too bad it's a bitch, and if it's a male dog, wow, that's a big complement. ”

The difference between a male and a female is that there are no whips.

"So peel off the dirt dog, sell it after tanning, and clean up your guts," said Lester. "Teacher Gaultay, is there a magician on Coral Island? ”

“I don't think so. ”

“Keep your guts in the castle and eat them yourself. ”

“Haha, so we all have a blessing, praise the generous Baron Lester! ”

……

Night.

There was a small BBQ party in the castle.

The servants, the knights, and Lester, the master, and the two teachers, had a wonderful barbecue and chatted about the good things.

Lester didn't really like the scene, he was a quiet guy.

But this is the life of the castle, and most of the castles are dark, and life can be depressing over time, so you need to find an opportunity to vent, and parties are the best chance.

Eat and drink.

The servants packed up the messy knife and fork cutlery glasses, and Lester went upstairs and headed straight to the recreation room where he was supposed to be. The entertainment room has been converted into a cell for a dirty puppy, and the little puppy is kept here until it opens its eyes, to ensure that the first person it sees is Lester.

So when you feed and bathe, Lister has to do it himself.

Little titty Cersei shuddered, so Lester gave it the name "Shakespeare.”

“Hello, Shakespeare, eat milk.” Lester will pass the milk filled with cowhide bags to Shakespeare's mouth, which has been specially cut to give it a better image.

Smell the milk, the desire to eat the milk overcomes the fear of strange breath, Shaksen quickly climbed over, grasping with pockets, but then swallowed large mouths.

Don't look at it. It's just a little big as a teddy dog. It's got a lot of warcraft in it.

In the blink of an eye, a bag of milk is eaten clean by Shakespeare.

And with this bag of milk.

Shakespeare is familiar with Lester's breath, and now Lester can touch his fur. Shakespeare not only hides, but also rubs it into his palm and shows affection. I don't know, I really thought Lester just had a dirt dog, not a King of Thorn Ridge, a warcraft dirt dog.

“When will you open your eyes? ”

It was as if Lister had heard a slight “whoa” sound in Shakespeare's mouth.

Lester was slightly distracted, and a smoke appeared again in front of him, which quickly turned into a piece of text: "Complete the task and reward the dirty puppy. ”

“Sure enough, Shakespeare is the reward, and I've figured out how the smoke mission works. ”

Thinking about it, the smoky serpent in front of you has changed.

“Task: As a Earth Knight, you need to take on the responsibility of riding horseback. Please cultivate the intermediate fighting secrets to become a true Knight of the World War. Reward: A thin-blooded dragon stallion. ”

“Dragon stallion?” Lister's eyes lit up.