At the end of October, the weather turned cooler.
The atmosphere in the castle became more and more depressing, mainly because Liszt, the master, was in a worse mood.
Huahua Town is thriving, and more than 400 new serfs quickly integrated in. The autumn harvest can harvest a large amount of grain every day, and the warehouse is full.
Under such an atmosphere, he should be happy.
However, the news from the caravan made him very uneasy, and his tone was slightly gloomy: "Aba Gong, the flower caravan covers the seafood business in so many small towns, and has already established a huge news channel. Can't find any different thorns?"
Abagon knelt on the ground, trembling with fear.
The angry words of an elite earth knight, and the extremely dissatisfied attitude of a territory master made him feel a lot of pressure.
"My lord, I'm sorry, Apagon has let you down. I have told everyone in the caravan to announce that if they can provide new varieties of thorns, they can get high rewards, but the thorns sent are all ordinary varieties. There are no varieties matching your request."
"Have you checked all the areas covered by the flower caravan?"
"Birch City, Yulin City, Snake Spear City, Crushed Stone City and the surrounding small towns have all been searched. If we continue to search, we have to go to the villages below the town."
"Then go to the village and ask them one by one, and look for them one by one." Liszt's temper was not aimed at Apagon, but anyway, he was very irritable, "You can directly withhold 10% of the funds for the flower caravan. One, the cost of searching for new varieties of thorns."
Abagon replied cautiously: "Yes, my lord, Abagon must look for it seriously!"
Grandet was promoted, and he got the opportunity to be promoted to the captain of the flower caravan. I don't want to be dismissed by Liszt and go back to farming if I don't do my job well.
"Go down and do something."
Liszt waved his hand to let Abagon leave.
Then he sat on a chair and rubbed his temples with his hands. Not only did the flower caravan get nothing, but Sherlock's thorn caravan also got nothing, and he scolded him away. I thought that the caravans all over the coral island would be able to find new thorns by asking casually, but who would have thought that they would not find them.
"The caravan offers a lot of rewards to find new varieties of thorns. Those civilians who get the news will definitely search frantically... There is no result for several days, which means that there is a high possibility that there are really no new varieties of thorns on Coral Island... Now we can only wait. There's news from Marcus."
He asked the caravan and Marcus to search in two ways.
The purpose is to discover more species of thorns, so as to increase the chances of thorn insects breaking through. The more pheromones collected, the greater the possibility of evolution.
"If there's no good news for Marcus, where can I find it?"
There is no Coral Island, so you can only go to the outer islands to find it. As a small nobleman, his social circle is basically on the Coral Island. The Earl is a nobleman directly entrusted by the Grand Duke. Most of the surrounding islands are Marquis and his followers, and the relationship with Coral Island is not very harmonious.
It is very taboo to have casual contact between followers of different lords.
But there is one island that he can enter and exit at will - Red Crab Island.
Liszt is a descendant of the Changyu family whose roots are Zhengmiaohong. His mother is the daughter of Merlin Changyu, the lord of Red Crab Island, one of the seven Marquises of the Grand Duchy, and the owner of the Changyu Castle. When he went to visit Marquis Merlin, he was recruited by the thin Changyu family.
"If I ask Grandpa Merlin, no, I just need to ask Cousin Mayopal for help, and I should be able to complete the task."
The huge Red Crab Island is equivalent to a province in China. Could it be that there are several different varieties of thorns? I am afraid that there are many different varieties of thorns in the hedgerows of Changtao Castle.
Think here.
The irritability in his heart subsided a little: "If one day Coral Island can no longer survive, I will go to the Fort of Long Taro. I believe that Grandpa will at least arrange a fief for a viscount for me."
However, the Red Crab Island family has a big business, so it may not be as easy to mess with as Coral Island.
Cousins can't be more intimate than close relatives.
Suddenly, he thought of Athena Salmon again, and he couldn't help but feel warmer: "It's been a few months, I don't know if Athena has held hands with other nobles... Ah, I think of running in the sunset that afternoon, that's me The lost youth." He had a good impression of this aristocratic lady who boldly showed her love to him.
But soon.
The beautiful memories were interrupted by a mournful howl.
The voice came from the Falcon House outside the castle, and it came from the tormented Curl Fu.
The irritability that had just subsided surged up again, he got up directly, walked out of the castle, and came to the Falcon's room. Elkeson was sitting opposite Falcon Terrace, his eyes were bloodshot.
Seeing Liszt coming, he hurriedly said, "Baron Liszt."
"Mr. Elkeson, Curly, haven't you bowed your head yet?"
"Your peregrine falcon, the arrogance in its heart is beyond my imagination." Elkeson explained with some embarrassment. He thought that the part of boiling the eagle that was sure to be sure was completely stagnant.
Peregrine Falcon Juanfu, would rather starve to death than bow his head.
Liszt suddenly saw red blood on the corner of Juan Fu's mouth: "Did it vomit blood?"
"Yes, under the long-term starvation state, its body is already on the verge of danger. If it boils the eagle repeatedly several times, it will not succeed... Sorry, Baron Liszt, this is a situation that I have not encountered in domesticating ordinary eagles and falcons."
"That is to say, Curly Fu may starve to death?"
"There is such a possibility, but it is also possible that after a few more days, it will lower its head. You know, after all, Warcraft is just a kind of wild beast, and they will succumb to the threat of death. After a few training sessions, it's your qualified pet."
"Crackling..." Juan Fu, who was vomiting blood on the falcon platform, let out a shrill cry.
But its eyes didn't show the slightest sign of giving in, it was still stubborn. Liszt looked over, as if he could see the disdain for fate through those eyes.
destiny.
It is probably the sequelae brought by the smoke dragon. Recently, he often associates everything with fate, and tends to develop in the direction of the magic stick. He always thinks about the cause and effect of fate.
Fortunately, the materialistic values that have been ingrained since childhood are still on the defensive.
"I don't think Curly will surrender to anyone." Liszt shook his head. The peregrine falcon is not a caged bird. He could see from a young age that Curly's yearning and desire for the sky, "Mr. Elkeson , Let's stop training here, I need you to spend more time on the magic potion of the flame mushroom."
"What?"
Elkeson was stunned: "Baron Liszt, if you give up now, all the previous efforts will be in vain. Moreover, as it grows up, it will no longer have a second chance to win the eagle."
"Don't worry, I will pay you according to the work you complete." Liszt decided to be willful for a while, leaving the beautiful picture of Huang Qingcang to the left and right to the imagination.
As he said, he untied the rope of the scroll on the Falcon Terrace.
He also personally brought meat and water to feed Juanfu. Juanfu is a magical beast with strong resilience. After only half a day, he has already recovered a lot of vitality.
"Fly, Curly!"
Opening the door of Falcon's room, Liszt pushed the curling blessing. The curling blessing was obviously not adapted to the current situation, so he turned his head to look at Liszt, with puzzled and flickering eyes.
But after a moment of hesitation, it finally flapped its wings and jumped off the falcon platform.
Flap your wings and fly.
snap.
fell down.
But it quickly found out the instinct of flight in failure. For the last time, it kicked its legs, jumped from the ground, flapped its wings, shook off two feathers, and successfully flew into the sky.
"Crack!"
Leaving one last cry, he disappeared into the blue sky and white clouds without looking back.