The Defeated Dragon

Gold Coin.

Lester doesn't have much of this stuff, he's got about a hundred gold coins in his current liquidity. The Territory does rely on the business of the flower merchants to make a lot of money, and tax revenue is more than a day. Territorial spending, however, continues to grow day after day.

Lester alone eats and drinks more than dozens of gold coins a month.

Strange foods are priceless, and materials and labor are inexpensive. Worth the money is the meat of the beast, who has become a meat eater who cannot live without the meat of the beast - and his personal consumption would have been even more terrifying had it not been for the territory's ability to produce its own magic.

Territorial construction, more expensive.

If Blackhorse were to be developed, it would surely be a huge black hole, and within at least a year or two, revenues would be difficult to see; the development of flower towns would basically be formalized, but there would be absolutely no small number of payouts.

Seems lively and lively for almost nine months, with at least a thousand gold coins in front of and around Lister.

Without a smoke mission, I can't imagine doing a few things.

So...

This time with a gap of 500 gold coins, Lester still has to take advantage of the Smoke Mission reward. Think about it, prepare to go to the Count tomorrow and exchange a shipment of gold coins with secret silver.

……

The next day at dawn.

The sun did not rise in time, so it seemed a little gloomy.

The Count has been awake and is in the study in an ambush, he has been busy for a few days and needs to sort out the distribution of spoils.

“Lister, get up early.” The Count tells Lester to find a chair himself, "Levi didn't pull you off to tell a war story all night? ”

“In fact, my brother's mouth still needs to be practiced, far from saying it day and night. ”

“Well, he certainly doesn't have the gift of a diplomat. Would you like something to drink, wine or coffee?” Talk to your son, don't drink anything, the atmosphere always feels stiff.

Between father and son, there is never enough sympathy between mother and daughter.

“Do you have any milk? I don't want to drink early in the morning and I don't like coffee.” Lester can no longer leave his milk, his own dragon-grown cow's milk, is temporarily free and can only drink regular milk.

When the servant serves fresh milk that has just been brewed, Lester can clearly feel that the milk quality of the Tulip Chamberlain cow is far from the milk quality of the Flower Town cow.

Those cows on the dairy farm, even if they haven't become dragon cows, have definitely experienced mutations.

“I've been taking a bath with flower soap for two days and it really works and this industry should bring you a lot of benefits.” The Count said.

“Two or three gold coins a day were similar to the original seafood business, but now the seafood business is coming to a halt with less profits than before. Flower soap prevents limited production, temporarily unable to expand to the outer islands, causing my funds to remain tight. ”

“The development of Flower Town has surprised many people, including me, so don't put too much pressure on yourself. ”

Pressure.

There is no pressure.

Lester felt his daily life was really stress-free, eating, drinking, practicing martial arts, riding horses, walking dogs, teasing elves, and touring the territory again. Once in a while, let the serfs do it, or follow up on the smoke mission.

Besides beauty, it's beauty.

Of course, this decadent and corrupt life, or low profile, he said in a joking tone: “There is still pressure, and I need constant effort to fulfill my desire to ride a dragon before I turn thirty. ”

“Eh.”

The Earl didn't get used to the joke for a while: "Don't get too far. ”

Lister nodded: “Actually, I wanted to be a Sky Knight early. I was very impressed to hear your brother talk about your battle with Count Figel. ”

The idea, which is a lot more solid, is easily accepted by the Count: “I hope that all four of you, brothers and sisters, will target the Sky Knight, and that every generation of the Tulip family is pursuing progress. The knight's spirit of progress, never to be stopped, strives to turn stress into motivation. ”

“I understand that now that I'm an adult, what I used to understand is now complete.” Lister said, suddenly remembering something, "By the way, Father, I have prepared a gift for you and your brother, in addition to bringing a floral boutique and delicacies to Tulip Chateau. ”

“Oh, what gift? ”

“Binoculars.”

Lester pulls a beautifully crafted telescope out of his pocket, hands it to the Count, and guides him on how to use it: "This is a single telescope that can be stretched, and you put this tiny eyewear in front of you, yes, that's it, and then you point the large objective out the window. ”

When the Count did it, he looked at it first and was shocked: "Oh, my God, Tulip Flower Sea is like coming to me! ”

“You can pull the binoculars out, yes, longer. ”

“Getting closer, will they move, is that magic?” The Count took the binoculars and kept looking at the distant things, very excited, "I saw Silva, with a cigarette in his hand, trying to find a place to smoke -- handmade rolls of paper cigarettes, with fireworks, not with fire. ”

With the binoculars, the Count did the spying, and Silva, the deputy housekeeper outside the castle, had no idea that he was smoking, and the Count was looking right at him.

Excited Count, can't stop for a moment and a half.

Lester was very pleased with the effect of the telescope, but Silva's smoking made him suddenly think - should he invent matches?

The world's ignition tools, which are “fireworks” that can friction life, and "fireworks" that are configured for raw materials, are far less convenient than matches.

Lighters are more advanced and convenient.

But Lister didn't think he could invent a lighter, and the technology was too high.

As for matches, there is little technical content, and the only difficulty is that the matchhead uses phosphorus as the ignition material. If he remembers correctly, it's red phosphorus in phosphorus, a substance that can rub red phosphorus into the fire, applied on the matchhead and on the matchbox, respectively.

Time friction, no time separation, called safety matches.

“Phosphorus… I still know a lot about phosphorus.” Lester Murmer thought.

Firstly, there is no shortage of a fertilizer called phosphorus fertilizer in rural areas; secondly, the discovery of phosphorus is said to have originated from alchemy, a guy dreaming of alchemy, who accidentally extracted phosphorus from urine; and thirdly, there is a country called Nauru, where bird manure accumulates and produces phosphorus mines.

Finally, the legendary ghost fire, said to be phosphorus in the human skeleton, is formed by combustion in the air.

“So, to get phosphorus, you have to deal with shitty urine?” Lester is helpless, he doesn't want to be a TFBOYS, “or the best looking for bird dung, looking for a seabirdy island, maybe a phosphorus mine... even if you can't get phosphorus out, it can be fertilizer, phosphorus fertilizer. ”

When he remembered the memory of phosphorus twice, the Count put down the telescope and exclaimed, "Lester, where did you get these telescopes? ”