The Magic Eyes consumed a lot of qi. Liszt found that he could only maintain it for five minutes. Not only would his qi not be able to keep up, but his eyes would also become sore.
However, whenever the qi in his body was exhausted, the Redblood Sword worn at his waist would send a warm aura to make up for the loss of qi.
The ruby produced by the dragon contained magical power.
When he condensed the Magic Eyes, he could see the ruby glowing with a blood-like light, like a whirlpool, slightly rotating.
"I can see the magic of the gem, so I should be able to see the magic of the dragon. During this time, I should practice hard and try to cast the Magic Eyes at will."
Pulling out the Redblood Sword, Liszt was in high spirits.
Next, it was time to prepare for the 'dragon slaying'.
… …
"Gort, what do you think Sir Baron means? Why is he digging an underground passage here?" Isaiah counted on his fingers, calculating how many copper coins to be distributed to the serfs.
Liszt never drove the serfs for free and always paid them a certain amount of money. Therefore, the serfs were eager to sign up for various kinds of production and construction.
Driven by interests and the authority of the lord, everything went smoothly.
"To be honest, I'm confused." Gort held the pipe in his mouth, looking as if it had nothing to do with him, "Liszt is already an adult. He is no longer the timid youngster from the Tulip Castle. Most of the time, I cannot understand what he is thinking. I don't know what he will do to Flower Town. "
"That's not what you said in the letter. You said that Flower Town is thriving."
"If I didn't say that, would you have come? Besides, Flower Town is thriving now … At least we have seafood to eat every day, don't we?"
"I admit that catching seafood is a pioneer, and picking up feces is also a major move. But what are we doing today? Digging an underground passage under the farm, are we going to store the pasture in the cellar?"
Gort took off his pipe and shook off the ash, "Don't complain. Blair never complains, so every dinner, Liszt drinks an extra cup with him."
"That's because he's already old. He just wants to find a noble backer and spend his remaining years in peace. He doesn't have any ambition."
"You're not young anymore."
"But I hope that one day, I can return to the ranks of nobles. I must fight for my son. He is too stupid and will never be able to marry a noble lady." Isaiah scratched his head in distress. "I originally wanted to come here to see if I could get a chance to go to the battlefield. You said that Liszt has great ambitions."
"I'm not sure, but you can talk to Markus. That guy used to want to be a noble more than anyone else, but he quickly pledged his loyalty to Liszt."
Isaiah narrowed his eyes. "I will."
Soon it was evening and the distribution of wages began. Isaiah checked the roster and distributed copper coins to the serfs one by one: "Next, Aleva Dogshit."
"Sir, it's me, it's me." Alewa, whose surname was Dog Shit, rubbed his palms and happily received the two copper coins from the clerk.
He could buy eight large loaves of black bread!
However, he didn't intend to buy black bread. His wife had already joined the oyster settlement and went out to sea every day to catch seafood. In addition to the portion handed over to the castle, they could also eat seafood at home. After eating a lot of seafood these days, he felt that his body was full of strength. At night, his endurance doubled, reaching more than six seconds.
His wife praised him for his ability and told him to eat more seafood.
He was going to have a third child. Now that he earned more copper coins, he could send his child to the blacksmith shop as an apprentice in the future. The sir lord had said that serfs with a skill would be put in an important position.
"Praise be to Sir Lord!" After putting away the copper coins, Alewa couldn't help but pray in his heart. He liked his current lord because his days were getting better day by day. He didn't have to worry about not having enough to eat and could even save up copper coins. "I just don't know, why did Sir Lord dig a hole here?"
He was a serf of the dairy farm and was in charge of raising cows.
Before, he was still worried and complained to his wife that he might lose his job. Sir Lord might not want to raise cows anymore, otherwise why would he dig a hole in the dairy farm?
But his wife fiercely scolded him: "If you don't raise cows, you can raise horses. If you don't raise horses, you can build roads. If you don't build roads, you can grow corn. Sir Lord is a great person, allowing the elderly, women, and children to work easily and eat their fill. Bullshit, stop your complaints, you must believe in Sir Lord! "
Alewa was obedient to his wife, so he quickly changed his mind.
He felt that no matter where Sir Lord dug a hole, he was still a great lord. As for why he dug a hole, it didn't matter. How could a commoner understand the thoughts of a noble lord?
… …
Practicing Magic Eyes and supervising the construction of the project became Liszt's main work these days.
After a few days, all the preparations for the dairy farm had been completed.
The beacon tower was ready, the bunker was camouflaged, and the passage was repeatedly passed without any obstacles. The smoke grass was harvested and stacked on the beacon tower, ready to be lit at any time. The young cows were raised not far away, while the two old cows, Old Flower and Old Black, were tied to the edge of the beacon tower.
Liszt also walked the road from the thorns woods to the bunker several times to ensure that he could immediately rush to the bunker after placing the cordyceps.
The bunker had a U-shaped passage that connected to another refuge.
If the invisible dragon didn't eat the cows and grass as expected and fly away from the Flower Town, he would immediately hide in the refuge through the U-shaped passage and then block the passage.
The refuge's breathing holes were connected to the outside world, and a lot of food and drink items were stored there.
At the very least, his life could be guaranteed.
When dealing with a dragon, he didn't dare to be careless.
Walking through the dairy farm, Liszt inspected the quality of the project for the last time. It wasn't a big project, so the progress was fast and the quality was good. Moreover, it was built according to his wishes without any perfunctory measures.
"I like this world, this era."
He climbed the beacon tower and overlooked the entire dairy farm: "Everyone has to be busy with a word from the lord. Previously, when I was managing a five-person team in the company, there were still thorns that opposed me. Here, no one dares to question my words, not even Gort or Markus. "
For men, power was an irresistible desire.
A person who had never enjoyed power might not feel that it was wonderful. But after enjoying power, it would become addictive and irresistible.
Liszt could no longer give up his identity as the Baron of the Flower Town.
At the same time, the ambition at the bottom of his heart continued to grow. The Flower Town was still too small to satisfy his desire for greater power. Fortunately, ambition was just ambition. Reason dominated his thoughts. Based on the policy of 'accumulate grain widely, build high walls, and slowly claim kingship', he slowly planned.
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