"Crack!"
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
In the castle's study room, unpleasant bird calls could be heard from time to time. The chick of the Peregrine Falcon is quite ugly, with only invisible fluff all over its body, curled up and stuck to the skin, it looks like a plucked chicken. Compared with the adult Peregrine Falcon with a streamlined body flying in the sky, there is a huge gap.
Liszt likes it very much, after all, he is a flying monster.
Now there is a bully dog in the castle, and he will take it out for a walk from time to time, and put a few rock thorns on it, which is pleasing to the eye. If there is one more Peregrine Falcon, if there is nothing to do, summon a wind blade, it will definitely be cool.
It's a pity that falcons don't recognize their masters, and Liszt hasn't thought about how to domesticate them.
Can only be fed first.
However, he has already asked the maid in the castle to sew a pair of leather gloves. He has seen videos of playing with eagles before, and the players in it all wear a pair of leather gloves and let the falcons land on them. It seems that there is also a kind of small toy, throwing the toy to attract falcons to pounce, and then taking the toy back, the falcons will only hover nearby and not fly away.
"If you have time to study this toy, it's best to go to Coral City to find out if there are any hunters who know how to raise birds, and how they tame birds."
The dinner was grilled fruit-stealing monkey meat.
The delicateness is not as good as that of roast beef, it is a little burnt, and it is not easy to bite. But I don’t know if I often eat fragrant coconut fruit. After the monkey meat is roasted, there is a faint fragrance of coconut milk. This is a unique taste different from ordinary roast meat, and it is very popular at the banquet.
"If the meat of the fruit-stealing monkeys can be made more delicate, it will definitely be a rare dish. I suggest that small towns can raise them in large numbers." Gao Ertai ate his mouth full of oil.
Liszt is much more elegant, because he did not choose to eat roasted monkey meat, but just watched others eat it: "It is a good thing to be able to raise a large number of people, and I also decided to do so. But eating meat is not a good idea. The IQ of monkeys is relatively high." Gao, they should be trained to pick fruit from trees and work for fruit farmers."
According to the theory of my hometown, humans and monkeys have a common ancestor, and they are both primates.
There is no such concept in this world. Human beings are human beings, and there is no such thing as evolution. Except for dragons and elves, all creatures are inferior to humans—even, in the minds of many people, dragons and elves are nothing more than magical creatures that cannot be compared with humans.
Eating dragons...eating spirits...even people cannibalizing...it's not unheard of.
So he doesn't eat it, but he doesn't stop others from eating it.
Isaiah asked curiously: "My lord, can monkeys really be trained to work for fruit farmers?"
"Of course, it's the same as training dogs and horses." Liszt was so sure because he had seen many monkey performances.
I also read a piece of news, saying that in Malaysia or Thailand, the locals will train monkeys to pick coconuts from trees. A fruit farmer abused his monkey, and the monkey got angry and smashed the farmer to death with wild fruit.
Now, the ownership of the fruit-stealing monkeys belongs to Liszt. After training, they will be handed over to the fruit growers. No one dares to abuse them.
Probably the situation of killing the master will not happen.
"If the fruit-stealing monkeys are really trained, it must be an interesting situation. I have never thought that monkeys can work for us." Blair laughed as if he had seen the picture of the monkey picking fruit.
Liszt smiled and said, "Since that's the case, leave the work of training the fruit-stealing monkeys to Blair."
"Well, well, I think I can do it."
At this time Marcus suddenly said: "My lord, what should I do with the body of the Peregrine Falcon? Do I need to go to Coral City again and sell it?"
The Peregrine Falcon is a low-level magical beast, and it is not a problem to sell it for a dozen gold coins.
If it was before, Liszt would of course have to sell money to buy daily necessities.
But now the town is not short of money to spend, and Black Tulip's income is enough to support his aristocratic enjoyment for decades.
With a lot of money, he said on the spot: "You don't need to sell it. Let the meat dry first. When will we hold a peregrine falcon barbecue party? As for other parts, does Mr. Marcus have any good suggestions for using them?"
"Bird bones are hollow, especially the bones of the peregrine falcon, which have the magical power of wind. The joint bones can be used to create a bone whistle for transmission, and the sound is very loud. Larger bones can be used to make tools. They are lighter and stronger than iron. It is more useful. Besides, its feathers are an excellent material for making arrows."
Marcus quickly planned the use of the Peregrine Falcon's materials: "My lord is about to learn archery, and I just need a batch of arrows."
Liszt asked, "Is there anyone in town who can make arrows?"
Marcus immediately replied: "I will, all my arrows are made by myself."
"Thank you, Mr. Marcus." Liszt picked up the glass, which was full of beer with hops, "This glass pays homage to you, thank you for the two arrows in the afternoon, leaving behind the Peregrine Falcon, otherwise it would be a huge Woe."
"Willing to work for adults!"
Marcus happily raised the beer without hops and drank it down.
…
The bonfire is extinguished, and the sky is full of stars.
Galtai, Marcus and others have returned.
The servants were busy cleaning up the mess left by the banquet, and Liszt was holding the milk tea brought by the butler Carter—he used to drink a cup of milk tea before going to bed.
The rich nutrition of milk is what his body needs urgently, sixteen years old, the age of long body.
"My lord, the bath water is ready for you."
"How is the Peregrine Falcon chick?"
"It's still screaming, but I've fed it a lot of small fish and shrimps, so it's definitely not hungry. But master, this little bird... is really ugly."
"I agree with you, then, go and see this little guy, if it wants to bark all night, then take it out, I don't want to be woken up in the middle of the night." Liszt handed the finished cup to Carter, go to the castle. When encountering a servant who is working, the servant will stop and bow to him.
It's a good feeling.
He has become more and more accustomed to being an aristocrat, and his head and butt are all on the side of the aristocracy—whoever dares to shake the power foundation of the aristocracy will have trouble with Liszt!
"Good night, gentlemen and ladies." Liszt said with an impeccable standard aristocratic smile, "I hope you all have a good dream at night until dawn."
"Thank you sir."
Immediately, Liszt had already gone up to the second floor, which was his exclusive property.
Carter pushed open the door of the study, and in the room that was still peaceful just now, there was an unpleasant bird call - "creak", "creak", "creak".
"No matter how many times I've listened to it, I still find it unpleasant." Liszt looked at the ugly curly-haired bird in the simple nest with some hay, "Mr. Carter, what do you think it should be called?"
"Outside the castle, there is a trembling shivering bird found in the forest. Maybe this shivering bird found in a fragrant coconut tree can be called shivering coconut?"
Although Carter misunderstood the meaning of "Dou Sen", Liszt still laughed: "Mr. Carter, you are getting more and more humorous. But I don't like the name Shaking Coconut, it looks curly, I hope it can Blessed to live to fly... call it Curly Blessing."
"Well, Juan Fu...Master, I think this name sounds nice."