The Defeated Dragon

At the end of October, the weather turned cold.

The atmosphere at the castle is becoming increasingly depressing, mainly as the owner of Lester, who is feeling worse and worse.

Flower towns thrive, with more than 400 new serfs quickly integrated, the autumn harvest harvests plenty of food every day, filling the warehouse.

In such an atmosphere, he should be happy.

However, the message from the merchant team made him very uneasy and slightly gloomy: “Abagon, the flower merchant team covering so many small towns of seafood business, has set up a huge news channel, can't even find a different thorn? ”

Abagon knelt on the ground and was frightened.

An elite earth knight, with angry words, a territorial master, was extremely dissatisfied, pressuring him into the mountains.

“Lord, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Abagon. I have asked the merchant team owners to release information to the outside world to provide new varieties of thorns that can be rewarded with high rewards, but the thorns they receive are all common varieties and do not meet your requirements. ”

“Have you searched all the areas covered by the Flower Shop? ”

“Birch City, Elm Forest City, Snake Spear City, Crushed Rock City, and surrounding towns have all been searched for and will have to go to the villages below the town. ”

“Then go to the village one by one to ask, one by one to find.” Lester's temper didn't go for Abagon either, but anyway, he was annoyed, "the Flower Shop funds, you can directly withhold a tenth of the cost of searching for new varieties. ”

Abagon replied carefully: "Yes, my lord, Abagon must look carefully! ”

Grantham was promoted to the rank of captain of the Flower Shop. But he didn't want to be weak, and then Lester pulled him back into the fields.

“Let's get down to work. ”

Lister waved his hand and let Abagon go.

Then sit on the chair and rub your temple with your hands. Not only did the flower merchants not reap anything, but Sherlock's thorn merchants had nothing to gain, and he scolded him for his front legs. I thought merchants all over Coral Island could find new thorns if they wanted to.

“The merchants offer great rewards for looking for new varieties of thorns, and the civilians who get the news will definitely go wild looking for them… for days without results, indicating that there is a good chance that there are really no new varieties of thorns on Coral Island… now we can only wait to hear from Marcus. ”

He asked the merchants and Marcus soldiers to find each other in two ways.

In order to discover more thorn varieties, so as to increase the probability of thorn worm breakthroughs, the more information elements collected, the greater the probability of evolution.

“If Marcus doesn't have good news either, where do I look? ”

Coral Island does not, but can only be found on the outer islands, and as a small nobleman, his circles are basically all over Coral Island. The Count is a nobleman directly enclosed by the Grand Duke, most of the surrounding islands are followers of the Marquis and Marquis, and relations with Coral Island are not very harmonious.

It is taboo to make casual contact between followers of different lords.

But there is an island where he can enter and exit at will - Red Crab Island.

Lister is a descendant of a family of red potatoes, whose mother is Merlin Nagato, Lord of Red Crab Island, one of the seven Grand Duchy Marquis and owner of Nagato Castle. When visiting the Marquis Merlyn, he was also solicited by the thin Yam family.

“If I asked Grandpa Merlin, no, just cousin Meoppo for help, I should be able to accomplish the task. ”

Big Red Crab Island, which is equivalent to a province in China, can't you find a few different varieties of thorns? I'm afraid there are several different varieties of thorns in the hedge of Fort Long Yam.

Think here.

His irritability diminished slightly: “If one day Coral Island doesn't survive, I'll go to the potato fort and I'm sure Grandpa will give me at least one Viscount's enclosure. ”

However, the Red Crab Island family has a huge business, not necessarily as good as Coral Island.

Cousins can never kiss again.

Suddenly, he thought of Asina Salmon again and couldn't help but feel a little warmer: “For months, I wondered if Asina had held hands with other nobles... Ah, I remember running that afternoon in the sunset, that was the youth I had passed away.” He was very fond of this noble lady who dared to love herself.

But soon.

Good memories were interrupted by a cry.

Voices come from falcon houses outside the castle, and are made by tormented bliss.

Just receding irritability, he reappeared, and he got up directly, walked out of the castle, and came to the falcon house. Elkson is sitting across from the falcon table with red blood filling his eyes.

When he saw Lester coming, he hurried: "Baron Lester. ”

“Mr. Elkson, Rufu, have you not bowed your head yet? ”

“Your swimming falcon, proud inside, is beyond my imagination.” Elkson has a somewhat embarrassing explanation that he thinks the Eagle Ring is steady and completely stalled.

Wind swimming falcons roll bliss, preferring to starve to die, rather than bow their heads.

Lister suddenly saw the corner of Bluff's mouth, red blood: “Is it bleeding? ”

“Yes, in a state of chronic hunger, its body is already in danger, and if it repeatedly builds hawks, it will not succeed… Sorry, Baron Lester, this is something I have domesticated a common hawk falcon and have never encountered. ”

“In other words, could Takefuku starve to death? ”

“There is a possibility, but there is also a possibility that in a few more days, it will be beneath its head. You know, after all, warcraft are just beasts, and they give in to the threat of death, and by then, do a few more exercises, and it's your qualified pet. ”

“Gah...” The hawk blessed on the falcon stage, a gruesome cry.

But its eyes, without a hint of subdued divinity, remain stubborn. Lester looked past, as if he could see through those eyes a disdain for fate.

Fate.

Probably the after-effects of a smoky dragon, who recently often associates everything with destiny. There is a movement towards the divine stick, always thinking about causal fate.

Fortunately, the deep-rooted materialistic values of childhood are still being defended.

“I don't think Bliss will surrender to anyone.” Lister shook his head, and the swimming falcon was not a bird in a cage, and from a young age he could tell that Rufu's longing and desire for the sky, "Mr. Elkson, let's stop training. I need you to work hard on the flaming mushroom magic potion. ”

“What?”

Elkson stunned: “Baron Lester, give up now, all the efforts ahead will be in vain, and as it grows up, there will no longer be a second chance of a hawk. ”

“Rest assured, I will pay you as you complete your work.” Once Lester decided to be discreet, he pulled the yellow and right curls and left them to imagine.

He said, untie the winding rope on the falcon stage.

Bring meat and water to feed Rifu himself. Rifu is a warcraft. He is very resilient. After only half a day of kung fu, he has recovered a lot of energy.

“Fly, Rufu! ”

Opening the falcon room door, Lister pushed a roll of bliss, which was obviously not adapted to the current situation, looked back at Lister, and there was a glint in his eyes.

But after a moment of hesitation, it finally flapped its wings and jumped off the falcon table.

Fly winged.

pāpāpāp.

Fall off.

But it quickly figured out the instinct of flight in failure, and for the last time, it slipped on its legs, jumped off the ground, slapped its wings, shook down two feathers and flew to the sky successfully.

“Clatter! ”

Leave a final cry and disappear in the blue sky and white cloud.