The Defeated Dragon

The blizzard in front of him was still small and Lester had no time to care for him all day. He had just converted the entertainment room into an air-conditioning room and handed over the burden of caring for eight blind blizzard beasts to housekeeper Mrs. Morson and her most attentive maid, Marcie.

Don't look at the blizzard, it's small, but it eats a lot.

Lester drank the rest of the milk today, barely enough to consume them, and when they grow up, they're probably going to have to be fed with stock of dried milk powder.

Busy all day, the little snowbeast ate and slept without any signs of premature death.

It all seems to thrive.

The next day he got up early, taught a knight lesson, and dragged Paris, the fatter he was eating, to practise a real battle. The only thing that ended her morning class was to beat Paris so fast that she couldn't resist being transformed - she was already upset about Parise, who was lazy and didn't eat a gold coin for her monthly salary and invited her to eat egg rolls.

He said seriously: "Compared to the first real war, your strength dropped dramatically, and your reactions, speed and skill are clearly regressing. ”

Parise gasped, and her strength was drained during this battle: "Though I don't want to admit it, Baron, is your strength constantly improving well? ”

“Why do you think that? ”

“Because the flames on your sword are stronger than ever, your total fighting effort is breaking through.” Parisie ate fat, but her cognitive judgment did not decline.

Her strength did have a slight regression, and she had to admit, because weight gain and loss were flexible, but Lester's progress was the main reason for the battle. Without turning into a black dragonfly, when the shadow of light doesn't work, she's not Lister's rival at all.

Put away the red blood sword and look at Parise's undulating chest.

Lester nodded softly: “I am making progress if I do not go in and retreat, but this is not an excuse for you to allow yourself to retreat... In a few days, I am afraid I will not restrain your light shadow involvement, use a normal sword, and you are no longer my opponent. ”

Parise was a little uncomfortable, but eventually nodded: “I get it, I will work hard to get strength and not be pulled apart by you. ”

See the mercenary wake up.

Lister patted her shoulder with comfort: "Man's greatest reliance is always on himself, and don't forget, you should set an example for your sister.” In his eyes, Parise, despite all the suffering she had experienced, was only a young man of twenty years of age and still young.

“Mm-hmm." Parise twisted her body, seemingly trying to avoid Lester's movements, but withstood.

“I'm going out. You don't have to follow me. You're on vacation these days.” Lister said, turning around and leaving, he had to continue to patrol the beach to find his own singer.

Looking at Lister riding the horse with a whistle away from the back of the knight, Parris had a moment of fainting.

Unconsciously touching his shoulder, he muttered: “It seems the Baron loves skinny women, I… should really eat less. ”

……

Flower Harbor.

The Flowers have not returned, Lester has not found the singing voice of the Singer, who is probably not in the waters of Flowertown.

“I should save money, buy another sailboat and go out to Hema Island to find it. ”

He raised his hand and thought, “At the current market price, ordinary masts like the Flower get more than 500 gold coins. Better masts get thousands of gold coins, better masts get at least two or three thousand gold coins, and if you're a fast sailboat like the court, at least five or six thousand gold coins. ”

In terms of fixed assets, Lester can afford a good sailboat, his fixed assets, miscellaneous and miscellaneous, tens of thousands of gold coins are there.

Without saying anything else, a space gem alone cannot measure value.

But a lot of wealth is unseen, liquidity is extremely scarce, and he buys slaves' money, or he trades it in secret silver. Secret silver is of great strategic value. You can't buy it. It's not good value to exchange gold coins for one less.

“Save your coins slowly, I have flower soap, flower brewing is coming soon, it's not far from making money. ”

Snowflake is still drifting.

The beaches on the coast are all white.

However, the sea is not frozen, the waves continue to rush up and down, and the dragon horse stepped on the shore to accumulate snow, slowly walking. Lester's eyes were constantly wandering the ocean looking for places where there might be singers, but the ocean was clean and not even a plank of wood.

However, there are some gulls that flock together to hunt for fish in the ocean.

“Perhaps I could start by buying some small paddle boats to train oyster tunnel fishermen to go out and fish, and the seafood business has been depleted. The seafish business, the shrimp crab business, should last a long time, sun some fish for what... few lords are out fishing right now. ”

Fishing for freshwater fish is not uncommon, and serfs dare not go down to sea, but ponds and streams are certainly not unfamiliar.

Some migratory fish in seafish are also regularly fished. Like the seven eels that nobles love very much, and the salmon family's specialty salmon, are migratory fish. These fish are commonly regarded as food given by the sea and as the honorable patronage of knights.

In the sea there are fierce sea monsters, but the sea fish come ashore on their own initiative. This is not a gift from the sea, glorious care, or anything else.

Walking down to the beach near Broccoli Tree Grass, it was there to salvage a wreck with fixed bone technology and discover the treasure of five boxes of wrecks. Now, this wreck is supposed to be the Magic Goat family seaship.

Those broken magic books should have been purchased by the Magic Goat Family Magicians, and even the 36D Ghost in the Dragonbone was stuffed by the Magicians.

“Maybe it's Curtis Truth's pen, she's been studying soul stripping techniques, and 36D should be her stripped human soul. ”

Curtis Truth and her ghost ship have disappeared, leaving little to study except for the magic book, and the sheephead flag, bow statue, and sapphire ring that doesn't make sense.

But Lester still intends to keep a 36D ghost, and perhaps one day he will want to study witch technology, not necessarily.

There are too many unknown secrets in this world.

If he could live five hundred years, he'd be willing to ride his own dragon and try to understand the world —— a world far more glorious and fantastic than Earth.

……

In the evening, Lister finally waited for the Flower.

Marcus returned with the Flowers, and now Black Horse Island, where some 600 serfs have migrated in the past, are all building port towns.

Because there is no food source, the flowers need to be transported back and forth.

“It never occurred to me that an adult had gone on such a vicious voyage, that there was really a ghost ship in the world, or a ghost ship of the long-defunct Marquis Cohen.” Marcus saw a squad of three less cavaliers, shushing, but only for a moment.

After seeing the eight Snowbeast cubs, he became excited and couldn't help himself: "The future of Flower Town can rest on the Knight's glory! ”

“Teacher Marcus, a blizzard like Shamson, is not much worse than a cavalier squad, I'm afraid. Flower towns today are still very financially strenuous and we need to grow significantly. ”

“Yes, my lord, nine blizzard beasts cannot be raised in Flower Town alone, but we have Black Horse Island, which will not have any output this year, but once a new batch of serfs is in place and farmland is reclaimed, the proceeds of Black Horse Island will be enough to sustain adults in their struggle for glory! ”