When he arrived at the cornfield, Liszt saw the flowering corngrass. Sure enough, there was a large fluffy flower at the top of the one-man-tall corngrass.
There was no sign of magic power in the field of vision of Magic Eyes. It was not a sprite worm, but a simple mutation of the corngrass.
"The smoke mission's hint is about the grain mutation. Is it referring to the flower at the top of the corngrass?" Liszt pondered. Looking at the mutation of the corngrass, it did not seem like it had evolved into corn, "It seems like it has evolved into red sorghum?"
It had to be said that the corngrass before him was indeed very similar to sorghum.
Only, the flower of the corngrass was yellow.
"Carefully protect the corngrass, do not harvest them. Wait for them to mature, then we can determine what the situation is." After giving some instructions, Liszt left the corngrass field.
Whether the corngrass had mutated into corn sorghum or not, it would take time to verify. But he was a little disappointed. Sorghum was not a high-yielding crop.
He was still looking forward to corn on the cob.
But there was still hope: "Wait for me to plan the industry transfer, there will be a new mutation of the corngrass waiting for me. Maybe it will be corn on the cob."
Back at the castle.
Good news came immediately. One-eyed Barton was responsible for delivering the baby, helping Fierydragon give birth to a healthy foal. It was a male foal with a black and red coat. It looked very spirited, even though it was still very weak and trembled while walking.
"Master, this foal has a very good bloodline. It is great. It has its mother's quiet and quick-wittedness, as well as its father's strong physique. When it grows up, it will definitely become an outstanding warhorse. "Barton said excitedly.
"Very good!"
Liszt was equally excited. He reached out and touched the foal hiding beside Fierydragon. Although he no longer needed such a horse with a mixed bloodline, warhorses were undoubtedly the wealth of aristocrats. There were no large-scale horse farms on the Coral Island, and a qualified warhorse could only be bought with several gold coins.
However, it was worth celebrating that in the battle of Iron Hoof Island, many Knight switched to better horses. They could not take away the spoils of war, but no one could stop them from changing their equipment.
It could be said that all of Liszt's Knight subordinates, be it the Earth Knight or the Squire Knight, had accumulated a set of fine steel suits and a strong warhorse from the battlefield.
These pieces of equipment were not counted as battle achievements, but were the Knight's own personal property.
"Barton, raise it well. The other mares are also about to give birth. You must take good care of these foals." Liszt ordered.
Barton said, "Master, you should arrange for a Knight to come and domesticate these foals as soon as possible."
"Domesticate it now? It's too young to start training it when it's two or three years old. "
"My Lord, the best time to train a foal is when it is just born … The first few months of a foal's life are the most important for its growth. Before I was sold to the Grand Duchy of Sapphire, I started raising horses, and I saw that many Knight's of the Continent liked to train newborn foals."
"Is that so?" Liszt was a little surprised, he had never heard of such a thing.
For Knight's, with qi, they could tame any kind of fierce horse. Therefore, they rarely trained horses systematically. Just like how Liszt tamed Blackdragon and Lightning, he had to ride it, subdue it, and then slowly get used to it. The relationship he established was not bad.
However, Barton's opinion was also a reference.
Domesticating a foal from a young age could make it more accustomed to interacting with humans. Therefore, he was going to give this foal to his only female follower, the little girl Emily, for her to be domesticated.
"Sir, can I have this foal?" Emily, who had just returned from training in the Knight Square, was called to the castle stable and asked excitedly.
Liszt nodded: "Of course, you can try to tame it. When it grows up, you will also be at the age where you can charge."
He had been paying attention to Emily's training and discovered that she really was talented. Compared to Paris's sister Maggie, her progress was quite frightening. She had already left Maggie behind by a large margin. And this was under the circumstances where Paris was desperately helping her sister by providing her with a lot of meat and even some World of Warcraft meat.
Therefore, Liszt was looking forward to Emily's future more and more.
Perhaps he could really train a female Sky Knight to be his follower. This thought was very cool.
"Thank you, Sir! Emily swears loyalty to Sir!" Emily's young and tender face had a solemn expression after receiving her favorite foal.
"I accept your loyalty, Emily," Liszt said with a smile.
Therefore, Emily didn't go home in the afternoon. Instead, she stayed in the stable to get close to the foal. She even gave the foal a nice name — Salad.
There was nothing to see about a little girl training a horse.
Liszt returned to the castle and brewed a cup of tea.
Just as he was about to read for a while to pass the time, butler Carter knocked on the door and entered: "Master, Advisor Gort has brought the town's officials to report."
"Is today a report day?" Liszt pulled out a schedule from the desk and glanced at it.
The schedule was all drawn in thick ink.
…
6 to 6: 30 in the morning — wake up, wash up.
6 to 7: 30 in the morning — walk the dog, feed the dog, feed the bird, feed the horse.
7: 30 to 8: 00 in the morning — eat breakfast.
8 to 10: 00 in the morning — practice fighting skills on Monday, 357; practice archery on Tuesday, 446.
10 to 11: 30 in the morning — train Dosen and the eight little ones.
11 to 12: 30 in the morning — eat lunch.
12: 30 to 1: 00 in the afternoon — read, drink tea, digest.
1 to 1: 30 in the afternoon — lunch break.
1: 30 to 3: 30 in the afternoon — read books on Monday, 357; patrol the territory on Tuesday, listen to officials' reports on work on Thursday.
3: 30 to 4: 00 in the afternoon — play piano.
4 to 6: 00 in the afternoon — take pills and practice fighting energy.
6 to 7: 30 in the afternoon — arrange freely, practice combat occasionally.
7: 30 to 8: 30 in the evening — eat dinner.
8: 30 to 9: 30 in the evening — watch the sea from the villa.
9: 30 to 10: 30 in the evening — read, drink tea, summarize the day.
10: 30 to 6: 00 the next morning — sleep.
…
Most of the time, he would arrange his life according to this schedule. Of course, the time was not always fixed, and there were many unexpected interruptions. The number of days that he could strictly follow the schedule could be counted on one hand.
He put the schedule back and said, "Then invite them into the study."
"Yes, Master."
With the sound of footsteps, Gort and the other officials entered the study one by one and found chairs to sit down. Half an hour was enough for them to report on their respective responsibilities. In fact, it was not a big deal. After all, every dinner party would talk about government affairs.
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