The Defeated Dragon

“Whoa! ”

“Whoa! ”

After returning from a tour of the territory, Lester saw that Jura was making fun of Shakespeare. This lively, moving Pokémon loves to fly inside and outside the castle. His temper is very hegemonic. Whoever dares to stand in its way, punch him with his fist.

It also sows seeds.

This should be a kind of "wooden” or “natural" magic that can quickly germinate seeds and then wrap people around them. It appears to have been born with quick-birth thorns, giant wooden thorns that can be harshly stabbed to death - of course it has not, and Lester forbids it to sow seeds at will.

This kind of magic seems horrible, but it can only deal with ordinary people.

A knight with a fighting temper can easily run a fighting temper and destroy the germination of seeds.

So the Pokémon's fighting power is generally weak, almost nil —— even when the average person is furious, he can kill it while it's not ready.

It's just that Pula doesn't feel weak, that her hegemonic temper hasn't changed, and then, of course, she meets another grumpy guy - Jetson.

Jitson first saw Jillah and was curious to lick a smooth, crystalline Jillah with his tongue.

Without ever trying to provoke fury, waving is sowing seeds, which frightened Shivering Sen. I didn't know how to run the magic in my body. I could only watch the thorns tie themselves up and tie them up and scream. But after all, it is a rough, fleshy, intermediate warcraft, and after it hurts, it leaves no injuries.

After he threw away the thorns, he ran around chasing Zilla.

A little guy, a big guy, complains about it, and meeting is tearing it apart, without the possibility of peaceful coexistence. A few days later, Jessen was the first to admit that his magic can't hurt Pulla, can't fly, can only be pulled to fly the kite - and of course it could be pulled, and he knows that Pulla's relationship with Lester is very good.

Yet Jaylah didn't let it go, there was always something wrong, teasing and teasing it.

Sprinkle a seed, sprout a bud, and give Shakespeare a bundling art.

When Liszt returns.

Seeing Zhila tease Mori again, he filled the forest with thorns, thorns quickly germinated, and grew around the body of Shivering Mori, quickly dyed the big black dog into a big green dog.

Jitsun didn't even respond.

He was just too weak to scream at Lester: "Wow. ”

“Pulla, stop!” Lester glanced at the thorny elf, who unwillingly stopped provoking thorns and fell straight over Lester's head.

I'm going to sleep like this.

Lester was also polite, pulling the pull off and passing it to Thomas: "Put it in the jade box and send it to the wormhouse to sleep. ”

“Whoa! ”

“Whoa! ”

Pulla doesn't want to.

Lester was staring again, communicating his mind, making it clear that he refused to be beaten. Now, the Thorny Pokémon lie honestly in the jade box and prepare to go to sleep - the Pokémon spend most of their time in sleep, after all, their body is a wormgrass.

Tear off the thorns.

Jessen was very grieved to lie down on the ground and express his pity to Lester.

“An intermediate warcraft who can't even fight a Pokémon is a piece of shit!” Lister kicked it, “go, go to your wife to complain... take you to the doghouse first. ”

In the doghouse, do a quick job, and Jitsun succeeds in restoring his active personality.

But Liszt was a little sorry.

Old Difford, the doghouse administrator, shook his head and said: "My lord, Shakespeare is afraid of the inability to get these bitches pregnant. Under normal delivery conditions, several bitches are in a period of affliction and are easily pregnant with dogs. But there was no movement. ”

“Forget it, keep them. ”

Ordinary low-level warcraft, generally able to interact with the same kind of wild animal, approximate to intermediate warcraft, with more variations in descent, have produced reproductive isolation.

At least Shakespeare should be between the wolves and the dogs, resulting in reproductive isolation.

“I'm glad there's a homemaker.” It was a pity to see Shamson and Granny kissing each other, and Lister quickly turned into anticipation.

Looking forward to the future army of tyrannical dogs: “I just don't know if the descendants of Shakespeare and Tupac are intermediate or junior warcraft. ”

Thinking about it, he suddenly remembers that since he came to Flower Town.

The town has entered the breeding season - the town's civilian life has settled down and more and more choices have been made to make small people; the native mother-in-law is pregnant, the cow is pregnant, the dragon horse is pregnant, and the fruit monkey is pregnant; and Gorte's lover, Frya, is getting bigger and bigger, and I hear Marcus is busy fighting his wife.

Looks like you're the only one left.

shook the head.

Lester stopped thinking and went on to tame the natives and seduce the natives to obey his orders with meat jerky.

……

Study room, crystal light bright.

There are several Knight novels on the table, and Lester is reading them at will, sometimes on a thick piece of leather paper, recording what.

Knock on the door.

Carter walked in with a cup of milk tea: "Sir, Mrs. Morson's milk tea, I put it on the table for you. ”

Lester didn't look up and went on to write the painting: "Okay. ”

“Mr. Bounier would like to report to you on the progress made in the production of flower soap. ”

“Invite him in. ”

A moment later, Bunir Egg was taken into the study by Carter, who knew Lester didn't like crap, so after the salute he said directly: "Lord, I have completed the process of revamping the flower soap and can put it into production in bulk. At the current speed of the soap mill, the raw materials are well supplied and 50 pieces of flower soap can be produced per day. ”

“What are we waiting for, starting tomorrow, to make full production immediately? ”

Send out Bounier, Lester asks Sherlock from the Thorn Shop: "Have you tried the flower soap from the soap factory? ”

“Not yet, My Lord. ”

“It works great, you can try it once and summarize its benefits. I will give you a batch of flower soap, which you will bring for free to all the noblemen of North Valley City to let them know the benefits of flower soap. Then you work with Abagon to develop a sales plan for flower soap. ”

“Rest assured Lord Sherlock knows what to do. ”

Lester drank a second cup of re-brewed milk tea: “I have high hopes for flower soap and hope that you will open up the market as soon as possible and squeeze ordinary soap out completely until you monopolize the soap market on Coral Island. ”

Sherlock hesitated to say anything.

Lister told him to just say it.

“Lord, the soap business, which has always been the main industry of Baron Henderson in Snake Spear City, selling flower soap, is bound to impact Baron Henderson. Do you need to say hello? ”

If Lester remembers correctly, Baron Henderson has gone to war with the Count.

But even if the other side didn't go to war, Lester didn't have to take care of the other side. He was the son of the Count, and no one dared to talk too much bullshit about doing business by legitimate means. If Baron Henderson goes bankrupt as a result, it's not his fault for running the territory, not Lester's head.

Weird, Lester's not scared. If he dares to come, Lester dares to shake Sen.

Certainly.

It's a little too much not to stay alive.

After all, for those who have worked for the tulip family, Lester felt that Henderson could be developed into a supplier of raw materials for the town of flowers: “Sherlock, coordinate with Abagon, wait for the flower soap to crush Henderson's business, when he walks out of the way, tell him that he can provide soap powder specifically for the town of flowers. ”