At the end of October, the weather turned cold.
The atmosphere in the castle was getting more and more depressing, mainly because the mood of the owner, Liszt, was getting worse and worse.
The Flower Town was thriving. More than 400 new serfs quickly integrated into the Flower Town. The autumn harvest harvested a lot of food every day, filling the warehouse.
In such an atmosphere, he should be happy.
However, the news from the Flower Caravan made him very uneasy. His tone was slightly gloomy. "Harpagon, the Flower Caravan covers so many small towns in the seafood business and has established a huge information network. Yet, you can't even find a different type of thorn?"
Harpagon knelt on the ground, frightened.
The angry words of an elite Earth Knight and the extremely dissatisfied attitude of a territorial ruler put him under a lot of pressure.
"Sir Lord, I'm sorry, Harpagon has let you down. I have let everyone in the caravan announce to the public that if you can provide a new variety of thorns, you will get a high reward. However, the thorns sent are all ordinary varieties. There is no variety that meets your requirements. "
"Have you searched all the areas covered by the Flower Caravan?"
"Birch City, Elm City, Snake Spear City, Gravel City, and the surrounding towns have all been searched. If you want to continue your search, you will have to go to the villages under the towns."
"Then go to the villages one by one and ask them one by one." Liszt's temper was not directed at Harpagon, but in any case, he was very annoyed. "You can directly withhold one-tenth of the Flower Caravan's funds for the cost of searching for new varieties of thorns."
Harpagon replied cautiously, "Yes, Sir Lord, Harpagon will search carefully!"
He got the opportunity to be promoted to the captain of the Flower Caravan after Grandet was promoted. He didn't want to be dismissed by Liszt for his incompetence and be sent back to the fields.
"Go and do your work."
Liszt waved his hand and let Harpagon leave.
Then he sat in a chair and rubbed his temples with his hands. Not only did the Flower Caravan not find anything, but the Thorns Caravan was also empty-handed. He thought that the caravans all over the Coral Island would be able to find new thorns by casually asking around. Who would have thought that they would not be able to find it.
"The caravan has offered a lot of rewards for finding a new variety of thorns. The civilians who get the news will definitely go crazy looking for it … … There have been no results for several days, indicating that there is a great possibility that there is no new variety of thorns on Coral Island … … Now we can only wait for news from Markus."
He asked the caravan and Markus to split up and search.
It was to find more species of thorns to increase the probability of the thorns sprite worm's breakthrough. The more pheromones collected, the greater the possibility of evolution.
"If there's no good news about Markus, where should I look?"
There were none on the Coral Island, so he could only look for them on the other islands. As a minor aristocrat, his social circle was basically on the Coral Island. Counts were aristocrats directly enfeoffed by the Grand Duke. Most of the surrounding islands were marquises and their followers. Their relationship with the Coral Island was not very harmonious.
It was a taboo for the followers of different lords to casually interact with each other.
However, there was one island that he could enter and leave at will – the Red Crab Island.
Liszt was a legitimate descendant of the Taro family. His mother was the daughter of Merlin Longtaro, the Lord of the Red Crab Island, one of the seven great marquises of the Grand Duchy, and the master of the Longtaro Castle. When he first visited Marquis Merlin, he was recruited by the sparsely populated Taro family.
"If I ask Grandpa Merlin, no, I only need to ask Cousin Meopal for help, then I should be able to complete the task."
The huge Red Crab Island was equivalent to a province in China. How could he not find a few different varieties of thorns? Perhaps there were many different varieties of thorns in the hedges of the Longtaro Castle.
Thinking of this.
The irritation in his heart subsided a little: "If one day I can no longer stay on the Coral Island, I will go to the Longtaro Castle for shelter. I believe that Grandpa will at least arrange a viscount fief for me."
However, the Red Crab Island was a big family, so it might not be as good as the Coral Island.
No matter how close a cousin is, he couldn't be closer to a relative.
Suddenly, he thought of Athena Salmon, and his mood could not help but warm up a little. "It's been a few months, I don't know if Athena has held hands with other nobles … Ah, I remember running in the sunset that afternoon, that was my lost youth." He was very fond of the noble lady who boldly expressed her love to him.
But soon.
The beautiful memories were interrupted by a mournful wail.
The sound came from the falcon's room outside the castle. It was made by the tortured Blessedcurls.
The irritation that had just subsided came back. He got up, walked out of the castle, and went to the falcon's room. Elkson was sitting opposite the falcon, his eyes bloodshot.
Seeing Liszt arrive, he hurriedly said, "Baron Liszt."
"Mr. Elkson, Blessedcurls, haven't you bowed down yet?"
"Your Wind Peregrine Falcon, its inner pride is beyond my imagination." Elkson explained awkwardly. He thought that the eagle was in the bag, but now it was completely frozen.
The Wind Peregrine Falcon would rather starve to death than bow its head.
Liszt suddenly saw red blood on the corner of Blessedcurls's mouth. "Did it vomit blood?"
"Yes, in a long-term state of hunger, its body is on the verge of danger. If it is repeated several times, it still won't succeed … Sorry, Baron Liszt, this is a situation I have not encountered in domesticating ordinary falcons."
"In other words, Blessedcurls may starve to death?"
"There is such a possibility, but it is also possible that after a few days, it will bow its head. You know, after all, World of Warcraft is just a beast. They will succumb to the threat of death. At that time, after a few more training, it will be your qualified pet. "
"Squeak …" Blessedcurls, who was vomiting blood on the falcon platform, let out a shrill scream.
But its eyes did not show the slightest sign of surrender, it was still stubborn. Liszt looked over, as if he could see through those eyes, disdain for fate.
Fate.
It was probably the aftereffects of the smoke dragon. Recently, he often associated everything with fate. He always wanted to understand the cause and effect of fate.
Fortunately, the materialistic values ingrained in him since childhood were still on the defensive.
"I don't think Blessedcurls will surrender to anyone." Liszt shook his head. The Wind Peregrine Falcon was not a caged bird. He could see from an early age that Blessedcurls yearned for the sky. "Mr. Elkson, the training ends here. I need you to spend more time on the Flame Mushroom Magic Potion."
"What?"
Elkson was stunned. "Baron Liszt, if you give up now, all the previous efforts will be in vain, and as it grows up, there will be no second chance."
"Don't worry, I will pay you according to the work you have done." Liszt decided to be capricious for once, leaving the beautiful picture to his imagination.
He said, untiing the rope on Blessedcurls on the platform.
He personally brought meat and water to feed Blessedcurls. Blessedcurls was a World of Warcraft, and its resilience was very strong. In just half a day, it had recovered a lot of vitality.
"Fly, Blessedcurls!"
Opening the door of the falcon room, Liszt pushed Blessedcurls. Blessedcurls was obviously not used to the current situation. It turned to look at Liszt, its eyes flashing with confusion.
But after a moment of hesitation, it finally flapped its wings and jumped off the platform.
Wings fluttered and flew.
Snap.
It fell down.
But it quickly fumbled with the instinct to fly. For the last time, it kicked off from the ground, flapped its wings, shook off two feathers, and successfully flew into the sky.
"Squeak!"
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