The Mighty Dragons Are Dead

Li Vera, mounted on her fast horse, clad in full armor, was training a unit of young female Retainer Knights on the lawn near the castle.

In a blink of an eye, a Knight rushed over quickly.

“My Lord!”

“What’s the matter?”

“A messenger from Fresh Flower Town has arrived at the castle to convey an invitation from the Baron of Fresh Flower Town.”

“An invitation?” Li Vera’s expression changed as she recalled the scene of her humiliation by Douson, “Let him wait, we continue training!”

In front of the castle of Falcon Town, Zavier Dung waited patiently.

He was not in a hurry; before coming, Lord Landlord had told him that he might receive some cold treatment in Falcon Town—Liszt was well aware of his sister’s temperament—so he just quietly groomed his own ride, a young mare of only 3 years old.

She was of no exceptional breed, just a common nag, not fit for the battlefield.

But he cared for the young mare deeply, for a horse to a knight was an even more important partner than a wife. Perhaps once he advanced to an Earth Knight, Lord Landlord might reward him with a new horse fit for battle, but he would never forget this mare that grew up with him.

Snort.

The young mare let out a loud snort.

Zavier immediately became worried, he touched the young mare’s belly, wanting to confirm whether she was pregnant or not. Just a few days ago, Lord Landlord’s Li Dragon Horse forcibly raped the young mare while she was grazing in the pasture. He felt deep sympathy for his own young mare, she was still just a child!

But in Fresh Flower Town, the Li Dragon Horse held a status comparable to a noble, allowed to do whatever it wished; only Liszt had the right to interfere, while Zavier could only watch helplessly as it assaulted the young mare.

“I hope you’re not pregnant, you’re too young, not suitable for producing foals,” Zavier murmured softly, “When Lord Landlord calls me to battle and I gain honor, I’ll buy you, keep you at home, for my future son to ride!”

The average lifespan of a common war horse is between 30 and 35 years. Uncommon war horses, like magical beast breeds or dragon breed horses, can live to be over 60 or even 100 years old.

The prime age for riding and charging into battle for ordinary war horses is from 5 to 15 years old, the golden decade.

Beyond that, they are considered old horses.

Zavier believed that his child should be born in the near future—he already had a girl he loved. When the child grew up and could ride a horse, the young mare would still be in her golden decade, perfectly able to follow his child until the child himself went to battle and changed horses.

Thinking of these things filled Zavier with enthusiasm.

He firmly believed that under Lord Landlord’s leadership, he had a bright future to look forward to; Fresh Flower Town was the birthplace of a knight’s glory, and Lord Landlord was the Son of Glory.

“That Retainer Knight who delivered the message looked at me and my horse with disdain. I know he rides a fine war horse, Falcon Town is a wealthy town, but he knows nothing about Fresh Flower Town. The town is merely the starting point of Lord Landlord’s journeys; he will own a city!”

Zavier looked at the advancing group of knights in the distance, guessing it must be Lord Landlord’s sister, Li Vera Tulip, and her Retainer Knights.

Falcon Town possesses a Tulip Lesser Spirit, while Fresh Flower Town similarly boasts a Thorn Minor Elf!

A moment later.

The group had arrived in front of Zavier.

The one leading was a female in military attire, Zavier had seen her once before and immediately bowed respectfully: “The messenger from Fresh Flower Town, Zavier, sends his greetings to Baron.”

“Liszt sent you, did he? What does he plan to invite me to?” Li Vera looked down her nose at Zavier, “I hope it’s an important invitation; my time is very precious, and I have no interest in attending some boring backwater gathering.”

Zavier still answered respectfully, “Lord Landlord will be holding a ceremony for the birth of the Little Minor Elf on the 5th of November, two days from now, to celebrate the birth of the bonded Little Minor Elf.”

“A celebration for the birth of a Little Minor Elf?” Li Vera was taken aback, her complexion changed dramatically before she repeated, “A celebration for the birth of a Little Minor Elf, he has a Little Minor Elf? How is that possible! He only has a few Elf Bugs, how could he have birthed a Little Minor Elf?” Her tone was thick with skepticism and an envy she herself hadn’t noticed.

“It is a Thorn Elf Bug that evolved into a Thorn Minor Elf.”

“A Thorn Minor Elf?” Li Vera’s visage, somewhat twisted at first, smoothed out slightly, “So it is the Thorn Bug that has evolved. It’s indeed worth celebrating, at least he can monopolize the hedge business on Coral Island. Hedges cultivated by the Little Minor Elf will certainly be more suitable for making hedges.”

“Baron, Fresh Flower Town doesn’t just have thorns that can be used for hedges.” Zavier, remembering the Lord Landlord’s instructions to make it clear to Li Vera, couldn’t help but speak with pleasure, “There are also thorns of ironwood quality, and thorns of Magic Potion quality, both are newly mutated species.”

Ironwood!

Magic Potion!

Upon hearing these two terms, Li Vera’s recently recovered complexion started to twist again.

She wanted to say, how could it be!

This series of blows was hard for her to accept. Yet she was after all a well-educated noble, and her expression only flickered for a moment before she regained composure, replying indifferently, “Tell Liszt I will be on time for the Little Minor Elf birth celebration… Morris, you are in charge of receiving this knight.”

After speaking, she went straight into the castle.

After changing her clothes and drinking a glass of milk, she still felt somewhat suffocated.

Sitting in the chair, she was lost in thought.

Since she was very small, she had disliked, or rather envied, Liszt — how could someone be so handsome, is there any justice! Only as the gap between Liszt’s talents and hers widened did she start to find some psychological balance. As a woman who advanced to Earth Knight before adulthood, she was confident enough to face Liszt’s good looks.

But all that changed after Liszt was granted his fiefs.

First, Liszt was promoted to Earth Knight, which, though late, wasn’t by much. At least it was much earlier than many people, including the Earl, had anticipated.

Then, he discovered the Black Tulip Magic Potion, added an Elf Bug to his collection, as well as a divine horse and a young Fierce Earth Dog.

His luck was simply explosive.

The key was, Liszt began to meet her gaze as an equal.

There was an underlying sense in that look, almost as if a father was regarding an inept son, which made Li Vera uncomfortable. She always thought of giving Liszt a lesson, resulting in the humiliating incident when she was pounced on by Douson — her pride in her strength was no longer regarded by Liszt.

“Riding on the coattails of a dog!”

She bit her lip and cursed internally.

But she had to admit that she could no longer interact with Liszt in the way she used to — with Liszt now having a Thorn Minor Elf, he was almost on the level of a prospective Viscount. Although she also had a Little Minor Elf, the likelihood of a woman going into battle was extremely slim; she would probably just remain a Baron for life.

“Thankfully, it’s Liszt, not Lidun!”

Mrs. Phoebe,” she called, after massaging her face and taking a deep breath, her expression finally back to normal.

“Miss, I’m here.”

“Prepare a gift for me; in two days, I’m going to present it to Liszt at the celebration.”

Mrs. Phoebe inquired, “In what kind of standard should it be prepared?”

“The same standard as for Levis’s birthday.”

“As you wish.”