Charging and sword fighting with Markus benefited Liszt a lot.
Building a car behind closed doors can certainly improve oneself, but it is also necessary to go out. Without actual combat testing, it is difficult to judge whether the skills you are honing are good or bad.
And this kind of actual combat also gave Liszt a clearer understanding of his own strength.
Knowing oneself and knowing the enemy can win a hundred battles. He believed that if he fought with Markus again, whether it was a charge or a sword fight, he would be able to completely crush his opponent.
"The elite Earth Knight who takes potions and his strength completely crushes the elite Earth Knight who takes fighting skills. With money, you can really do whatever you want."
So.
The past few days of continuous combat have brought him the greatest summary of experience, not how to fight technically.
But how to make money and take potions.
"Soon, a batch of fast-growing magic thorns will be harvested, and Elkson will make them into magic potions to assist the Flame Mushroom magic potion, which will speed up my path of taking potions!" His eyes were shining, and he had already understood the essence of Knight training. "There is also World of Warcraft meat, even if I borrow money, I will eat a few pounds every day!"
Dang dang dang.
There was a knock on the door, and Carter's voice came from outside the door, "Master."
Putting away his thoughts, Liszt put the thick bast paper with the words "Take potions, eat meat, drink milk" into a magic book he had recently read and responded, "Please come in."
"The caravan's carriage has returned, carrying the children of the serfs. Mr. Isaiah asked you for instructions on how to arrange these serfs."
"Let him arrange them according to the original plan."
"Yes, Master." Carter took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Liszt. "There is also a letter brought back by the caravan, written to you by Consultant Gort."
Gort did not return with the caravan. There were still a large number of serfs staying outside, and he needed to arrange a place for them to live at night.
So he asked the caravan to send a letter, introducing the handover of the serfs.
He flipped through the letters, which recorded the number of serfs. The original order was for 1,000 serfs, including 200 craftsmen. However, only 836 serfs and only 144 craftsmen made it to Flower Town alive. The number of casualties was too high, exceeding the target Liszt had given.
"Frank promised to supply us with 100 serfs and 20 craftsmen on the basis of the next serf sale." The letter recorded the result of the bargain between Gort and Frank.
Following that was a transaction of 300 gold coins.
Frank did not agree because he had received a letter from Levis. It was mentioned that the war would stop with the arrival of winter, and the Count was already packing up the plundered resources and preparing to withdraw from the country. Frank wanted to wait for Levis to return before deciding whether to continue selling serfs.
"The Count is coming back?" After reading the letter, Liszt could not help but calculate the time.
It was now December, and the Count had set off in September. He had been out on a campaign for nearly three months. Compared to previous years where he even spent the New Year's Day outside, this year's development order obviously did not last very long.
"I just don't know if this year's harvest will be abundant. The Eagle Kingdom is a big iron producer. If I can plunder more iron ore, I can buy a batch and keep it for forging weapons and equipment … Try to arm a Knight squad as soon as possible. Next year, if there is a chance, I will follow the Count to the battlefield to pick up some beans."
… …
Liszt ate the dinner alone.
The town officials were busy accepting this group of child serfs. Children without relatives were directly lodged with the serfs in Flower Town.
Children with relatives were temporarily thrown into new houses in the residential area, waiting for their parents to arrive, and then living arrangements would be made.
Food was distributed to the serfs' homes early in the morning, and then the serfs prepared it and sent it to the children. Extra clothes and bedding were borrowed from the serfs' homes to keep the children warm. After the castle bought new clothes, they would be returned to each serf.
There were also many children with cold or acclimatized to the climate, and they needed to be taken care of by the old and steady serfs to prevent them from dying.
This night was windy and snowy, but Flower Town was destined to be lively.
Tomorrow was also a busy day. It would take time for more than 800 serfs to integrate into Flower Town's life. One of the biggest obstacles was the language problem. Snake was spoken here, while the new serfs mostly spoke Wind language. Fortunately, the previous batch of new serfs had learned basic Snake language and could communicate on their behalf.
After dinner, Liszt went to the town for a tour.
Seeing the sallow and emaciated children shivering in the cold wind and being commanded by the middle-aged officials to salute him, Liszt's heart was not very comfortable. This was a direct collision of two worldviews.
He sighed in his heart.
After showing his face, he went straight back to the castle, not in the mood to stay any longer.
After returning to the castle, he went straight upstairs, just in time to see the maid Little Lily bending over to clean in the corridor. The improved version of the black and white maid uniform was stretched, revealing a pair of straight white pantyhose long legs. Under the skirt, there was a round curve, very respectable.
Hearing footsteps, Little Lily quickly turned around and stood in the corner, letting Liszt pass by, "Master."
"Go on." Liszt regretfully withdrew his eyes and entered his study, calmed his emotions for three minutes, and grabbed a volcanic glass on the table.
He studied it for a while before taking a break at noon.
No matter how he ran his qi, it could not penetrate the volcanic glass and come into contact with the magic in the bubble. The fire dragon magic was imprisoned in the bubble, as if it was completely solidified and could not be leaked.
But after exploring it, he still found something.
The fire magic around the volcanic glass was obviously a lot more restless, as if it was being pulled by the fire dragon magic in the bubble. It was a bit like a magnetic field. It was obviously separated by the volcanic glass and could not be touched, but it could cause the fire magic to become restless. Therefore, Markus could feel its magic.
"With this characteristic alone, I feel it is suitable to make magic equipment."
He silently pondered, "If a lot of volcanic glass is arranged together, can it form a magic formation? Then it will cause the fire magic in the magic formation to riot and create an environment full of fire magic? If I put a mage in it, will he be able to create a fireball? "
This seemed to make no sense.
So he wanted to break the volcanic glass and release the fire dragon magic in it. However, after the release, it was difficult to guarantee what the consequences of this magic belonging to the fire dragon would be.
"Will it infect the surrounding environment, such as causing a fire?" He was not sure, but it was obviously not suitable to release it in the study. There were still many decorative books on the bookshelf, and it would be a pity to burn them.
It was best to do it during the day.
He put on his armor, found an open area, and released the fire dragon magic.
But after thinking about it, he felt that it was too much of a fuss – just a few bubbles in a piece of volcanic glass, how much magic could be stored and how much reaction would it cause.
After a moment of struggle, he still did not break the volcanic glass.
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