The Mighty Dragons Are Dead-Chapter 970 - 0967 Giant Demon Tuber

Chapter 970: Chapter 0967: Giant Demon Tuber

Chapter 970: Chapter 0967: Giant Demon Tuber

Snow had fallen on Black Horse Island, and winter arrived. Unlike the competitive atmosphere of previous winters, the island was gradually becoming deserted.

Many plantations were abandoned, and a few small towns were almost uninhabited.

Many workshops had disappeared as well, with only a few places still bustling. One such place was Giant Algae Town near the coast, a significant spot for Magic Potion production, where many Knights and Serfs lived by the Giant Algae Forest. Another was Giant Algae City, the island’s seaport open to international trade.

Near Giant Algae City was Thorn Castle. Thomas, as usual, held keys to all the rooms and inspected every room in the castle from top to bottom.

He continued his rounds to the castle’s study.

Several young Servants were cleaning the study; upon seeing Thomas, they greeted him, “Mr. Thomas.”

Thomas, with his meticulous hair and a stern expression to match, just nodded slightly, then joined in arranging the books himself, “The master values the books on the ancient shelf the most. Be careful when cleaning—knowledge is the most precious wealth,” the master had said.

After instructing the young Servants, he finished arranging the books on the ancient shelf.

Then he pushed open the study’s balcony doors and stepped onto the snow-covered balcony, which overlooked the Needle Grass Hill behind the castle.

His gaze turned towards the hillside, missing the familiar massive figure that had disappeared which made him feel a deep loss, “The Grey Iron Dragon Ornn had been ridden to Flame Island by the master, and the Elves had all been sent to Flame Castle. Now Black Horse Island and Thorn Castle have become very quiet.”

What he had once most hoped for was to become the Butler of Thorn Castle, and now that he had achieved this, it did not feel as glorious as he had imagined.

Being the Butler of Thorn Castle, he now just governed a few Servants.

The servants he knew, Butler Carter, Mrs. Morson, Mrs. Abbie, the attractive Little Lily, kitchen-loving Eileen, and fools like Tom and Jessie, had all gone to Flame Castle to continue serving the master. He, once the master’s personal manservant, remained at Thorn Castle.

However, Thomas no longer harbored much envy, for from the start, he was not favored by Liszt; the young master did not like having manservants closely attend to him.

Moreover, as Liszt’s time spent away from the castle significantly exceeded his time living there, the position of personal manservant was practically in name only.

Now that he had become the Butler of Thorn Castle, he was fully content — for a manservant, the greatest goal in life was to rise to the position of Butler.

As long as Old Carter lived, he would not glimpse the opportunity to become the Chief Butler of Flame Castle or even the future Royal Palace.

“It’s winter again, snow is falling, and the holiday season is nearly here. I wonder how the master will celebrate the festive season at Flame Castle.” He shook his head, returned to the study, carefully closed the door, and, holding the keys, continued on to inspect the next room.

…

In contrast to the tranquility of Thorn Castle, Flame Castle was bustling with activity.

Servants were busily at work, and Elves were frolicking and arguing all over the castle, their quarrels reaching a peak these days — because the Thorn Plantation had been established near Flame City, Jela and its Cordyceps had been relocated here, settling in Flame Castle.

At this moment, Jela, hands on hips, was scolding a naughty minor elf, “Ooh, you damned little elf, still daring to throw Jade Powder around, you’re asking for it!”

“Don’t be afraid of it, Gourd Minor Elf; if it dares to hit you, I’ll hit it!” said the Man-Eating Tree Dragon Elf Kali, dressed as Flack Abbie and tasting a fruit salad with a fork and knife.

“Go ahead and discipline the Gourd Minor Elf, Jela; I support you,” said the Buckwheat Dragon Elf Yati, sitting at the same table, seemingly inciting more strife between Jela and Kali.

Due to Jela’s nasty temper, it disliked the Greater Elf, and as for Kali, the Dragon Elf who disregarded other elves, it liked even less.

Jela, however, turned its guns on the two Dragon Elves and burst out, “Shut up! It’s none of your business how I discipline the minor elf. Ooh!”

“Hehe,” Kali chuckled coldly.

“Heh heh,” Yati smiled gently.

“Liszt, they’re arguing again.” A Greater Elf with a peculiar flower on its head quietly climbed onto Liszt’s shoulder as he was reading, to report to him.

Liszt put down the book he was holding and smiled at the Greater Elf, “I know, Karl.”

Karl, the Troll Taro Greater Elf, was one of the elves presented to Liszt by Su, the Listener of the Holy Tribe, when Liszt was passing by the Holy Tribe after becoming familiar with the King of Birds’ abilities. With the help of knights and magicians sent by Liszt, Su had subdued many Moon Slayer Tribes and gathered quite a few elves.

This only Greater Elf was the one he named “Karl,” the Troll Taro Greater Elf.

Troll Taro is a plant unique to Flame Island, called “Corpse Flower” by the native Moon Slayers. Liszt disliked the name Corpse Flower, forcibly changed it to Troll Taro—he even wanted to change the name of the Man-Eating Tree, but Kali, liking the name, didn’t want to change it.

There are Magic Potion varieties in Troll Taro, so Karl’s value is significant, and its personality is quite amusing; it enjoys tattling a lot.

Of course, from another perspective, this is called loyalty.

Thus, Liszt liked Karl very much, always feeling that Karl was an extraordinarily unusual elf—essentially, he liked elves with quirky personalities, finding them full of vitality, those with duller personalities, he always felt lacked vigor—but in the research at the Magic Guild, there was no clear correlation between personality and elf evolution.

“Aren’t you going to stop them?” Karl asked, curious.

“No worries, they’re still in the adjustment phase, I believe they’ll soon grow to like each other.”

“I don’t think so.”

While they were chatting, Butler Carter knocked and came in, “Master, the Marquis is back.”

“Um, I’ll go talk to Father,” Liszt signaled Karl to go play, then walked over and knocked on Kali and Yati’s table, “You two, don’t stir up trouble, remember to stay united!”

“Don’t worry, Liszt, with me here, there won’t be chaos!” Kali said, lifting her head.

Yati pursed her lips and said nothing.

When he arrived in the living room, the Marquis of Bull Tail had just changed into his home clothes.

Father and son then began discussing politics in the living room; Liszt was particularly concerned about a recently concluded advanced-level exam in their domain. The Marquis of Bull Tail pulled out a document, “The data has just been compiled, each town’s school has completed their assessments, and here is the list of outstanding students nominated by the schools.”

Liszt took it and casually flipped through a few pages, not seeing too many impressive young students.

He had asked each school to specify students’ ages and training duration, considering any student who could become an Earth Knight within three years a genius worth cultivating.

“Not a single talented student in sight.”

“There are quite a few, look at the schools in Flame City, they already have a fourteen-year-old Earth Knight, and not just one, these two students are definitely geniuses.” Li Weiliam pulled out a list, pointing to two students, one named Dulontan Red Apricot and the other named Curster Windmill.

“Still not genius enough. I remember these two students, Dulontan is the son of Count Durt, and Curster is the son of Viscount Rayleigh.”

Durt Red Apricot, a seasoned Sword Saint, Count; Rayleigh Windmill, a Sky Knight, Viscount.

Their sons had been trained from a young age; advancing to Earth Knight at fourteen, their talent is about the same as Liszt’s brothers, Levis and Lidun.

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Sky Knight has potential, but Dragon Knight is almost impossible.

“They are already excellent, Liszt, you can’t expect everyone to have talents like you and Emily,” Li Weiliam said speechlessly, “Even Yevich, who was once selected for the Eagle Kingdom’s Dragon Knight backup program, was only an Earth Knight at thirteen.”

“Then let Father manage their arrangements, expedite the establishment of the Royal Academy to train them… when there’s a candidate suitable for the Dragon Knight backup program, I’ll pay attention then.”

For Liszt, only Dragon Knights could catch his eye, capable of being the cornerstone for the Flame Kingdom; Sky Knights at that level were merely a bunch of slightly more advanced productive materials.

However, with the arrival of this list, the Smoke Mission was completed: “Mission accomplished, reward: Obsidian Ring.”