Liszt doesn't know how dragons infect beasts and World of Warcraft.
But the conditions for infection are definitely very limited, otherwise the Grand Duke and King with dragons would have dragon creatures all over the country. The fact is that the Sapphire Grand Duke only has one kind of dragon horse, that is, the Blue Blood Horse, which is so precious that even the blood is not willing to leak out.
So.
From this point of view, the acquisition of dragon blood should be quite difficult.
It's just that he had a previous inference that the cows on the dairy farm were likely to have acquired dragon blood and mutated into dragon cows. This made him feel that dragon blood was not very difficult to obtain. The invisible dragon strolled around the dairy farm and was infected with dragon blood.
"So is this difficult or not?"
"Can the magic of the Fire Dragon infect the blood of the dragon?"
"If so, what animal should I infect with dragon blood?"
There are already dragon horses and black blood horses, and there are probably dragon cows in cows. Other chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, sheep, and monkeys do not seem to have much value in infection.
"Maybe I can infect Dosen and infect Dosen into an intermediate dragon in World of Warcraft?" He thought the idea was good. Dosen was worth cultivating.
Of course, it's just an idea. The research on the fire dragon magic is still in its preliminary stage. Before the research is thorough, it is best to temporarily use it as firewood in the kiln. Otherwise, with the explosive effect of the fire dragon magic, Dosen will be roasted instead of infected into a dragon beast.
After determining the location of the small fire dragon, Liszt picked up the fragments of volcanic glass and returned to the castle.
The volcanic glass that Markus brought back was not much, but it was not little either, and it was all piled up in his gem space. If the volcanic glass is smashed, it can probably condense a small magic dragon the size of a washbasin – somehow, Liszt always likes to use the size of a washbasin as an adjective.
What he thought was to first have the volcanic glass carved, spliced, and made into a jar.
It is convenient to extract and store the fire dragon magic at any time.
This magical dragon magic is very valuable, and a little waste is a huge loss.
"I have to find the crystal craftsman Brad to work for me … I should find an opportunity to abduct him to the Flower Town and have him work for me." It was a pity that craftsmen like Brad did not have to worry about food and drink with their skills. They could live a good life and were unwilling to settle down in a small rural town.
It had been snowing all morning.
Liszt, wearing a cloak, went back and forth between the castle and the wasteland where Charmander was, trying to do various research. However, he was not a Magician, and his research methods were still too few. No matter how hard he tried, he did not find much useful information. The only thing worth affirming is that volcanic glass can indeed block the magic of the fire dragon.
He found that when the small fire dragon hit the volcanic glass, it would immediately fall apart, but it would not cause an explosion.
The cause of the explosion was a physical reaction caused by the Fire Dragon's magic coming into contact with other magic of different attributes. Without the stimulation of magic power, the little fire dragon could maintain its fire dragon form and burn its surroundings, as if it was a continuous source of heat, inexhaustible.
Within 50 centimeters of Charmander's movement.
The ice and snow melted and the ground dried up, having been burned to scorched earth and chapped.
"A mysterious fire dragon, I don't know how many years it has been dead, but its magic still has such extraordinary power. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, who would believe it." He sighed and thought of a kind of earth technology. "Doesn't this look like controllable nuclear fusion? Controllable nuclear fusion is commonly known as an artificial sun. Whoever masters controllable nuclear fusion will master endless energy. "
He even believes that all dragons are equivalent to artificial suns with a lifespan of a thousand years.
Continuous production of energy.
The snow on the ground was roasted by the small fire dragon, constantly melting and vaporizing, forming a strange landscape in the heavy snow. Liszt's thoughts returned from the artificial sun and he could not help but think, "If I dig a pool, can I make a hot spring?"
Winter and hot springs are a perfect match.
He couldn't resist the impulse and immediately decided, "I want to make a hot spring in the castle, in the bathroom!" The bathroom has a large bathtub, separated into a small area, and put in the small fire dragon, which is equivalent to constantly adding hot water. There is no need for servants to bring hot water from downstairs.
He quickly returned to the castle and designed the construction plan for the indoor hot spring.
He was ready to implement the hot spring within a week.
By the time he drew the first draft of the hot spring bathtub, Gort had already taken the serfs back to Flower Town. Unfortunately, seven serfs died due to illness and cold on the way. Including the previous children, only 829 people came to Flower Town, of which 142 were craftsmen.
It was a pity that people froze to death, but considering the weather, Liszt could only sigh.
In any case, with the addition of more than 800 serfs, the total population of Flower Town finally broke through the 3,000 mark. In terms of population alone, it is no longer a barren town, but a medium-sized town. To reach the level of the wealthy town of Falcon Town with a population of more than 4,000, it is necessary to continue the slave trade.
"This damned weather, it's going to freeze me into ice cream." After the greeting, Gort immediately complained, "If it wasn't for the sudden drop in temperature, the dead serfs would have had the chance to come to Flower Town alive and see the glory of the Knight."
"Don't complain, work hard for a few more days, and try to properly settle these serfs … There will be gin at the dinner."
"Of course, this is my job." His complaints were more to ask for credit from Liszt. After Liszt promised to drink gin at the dinner, he immediately became spirited.
He shouted at the town's officials and clerks, making the already messy scene even more messy.
Then he switched to the field, showing his management ability, redistributing tasks to each official, specifying the work of clerks and patrols, and ensuring that no one can be lazy – it has to be said that as an aristocrat, he has some experience in how to command his subordinates.
The castle's servants also participated in the arrangement of the new serfs.
The main thing was that the kitchen would make a lot of simple food for the serfs to fill their stomachs. Mrs. Morrison and the maids, in their spare time, would sew clothes and give them to the serfs to avoid the cold.
At this time.
Jesse led the team and several servingmen assistants, carrying a few buckets of flour, beans, and minced meat mixed with food, walked along Dosen Avenue in the direction of the town.
When passing by Dosen's kennel, Jesse said hello cheerfully, "Good afternoon, Dosen."
Dosen has always been dismissive of these servants, it is only loyal to Liszt. But after Jesse said hello, Dosen suddenly poked its head out of the kennel, sniffed with its dog nose, looked around, and seemed to have found something. However, it only saw a few familiar humans.
They are just humble servants responsible for shoveling its poop.
So, shaking its head, it shrank back into the kennel – the weather is cold, and the kennel with a quilt is still warm.
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