At the end of October, the weather turns cooler.

The atmosphere in the castle is becoming more and more depressing, and it is mainly Liszt, as the owner, who is in a worse and worse mood.

The town of flowers flourished, and more than 400 new serfs quickly integrated in, and the autumn harvest was able to harvest a large amount of grain every day, piling up the warehouses to the brim.

In such an atmosphere, he should be happy.

However, the news from the caravan made him very uneasy, and his tone was slightly gloomy: "Abagon, the flower caravan covers the seafood business of so many small towns, and has already formed a huge news channel, and it can't even find a different thorn?"

Abagun fell to his knees, terrified.

An elite earth knight, angry words, a territory master, extremely dissatisfied attitude, made him feel a lot of pressure.

"Lord, I'm sorry that Abagun has disappointed you. I have asked everyone in the caravan to release the news that if you can provide new varieties of thorns, you can get high rewards, but the thorns sent are all ordinary varieties, and there are no varieties that meet your requirements. ”

"Have you searched all the areas covered by the flower caravan?"

"White Birch City, Yulin City, Snake Spear City, Gravel City and the surrounding towns have all been searched, and if you continue to search, you have to go to the villages below the town. ”

"Then go to the village and ask one by one, and look for them one by one. Liszt's temper wasn't directed at Abagon, but he was irritable anyway, "You can directly withhold a tenth of the funds of the flower caravan for the cost of searching for new varieties of thorns." ”

Abagun cautiously replied, "Yes, Lord Lord, Abagun must be looking for it carefully!"

Grandet was promoted, and he was given the opportunity to be promoted to captain of the flower caravan. I don't want to be ineffective and be withdrawn by Lister to farm.

"Let's go down and do things. ”

Liszt waved his hand and let Abagun leave.

Then sit in a chair and rub your temples with your hands. Not only did the flower caravan not harvest, but Sherlock's thorn caravan also found nothing, and the front foot was scolded away by him. I thought that the caravans all over the coral island could find new thorns by casually asking, but who would have thought that they would not find them.

"The caravan offers a lot of rewards to find new varieties of thorns, and those civilians who get the news will definitely go crazy to find ...... There was no fruit for several days, indicating that there is a high probability that there are really no new varieties of thorns on Coral Island...... Now we can only wait for news from Marcus. ”

He sent the caravan and the Marcus soldiers to search for them in two directions.

In order to discover more thorn varieties to increase the chance of the thorn bug breaking through, the more pheromones collected, the greater the possibility of evolution.

"If Marcus doesn't have good news, where do I look for it?"

Coral Island does not have it, so he can only go to the outer islands to find it, as a small nobleman, his social circle is basically on Coral Island. The Earl was a nobleman directly subordinated to the Grand Duke, and most of the surrounding islands were marquis and his followers, and the relationship with Coral Island was not very harmonious.

It is very taboo for followers of different lords to come into contact at will.

But there is one island that he can come and go as he pleases - Red Crab Island.

Liszt is a descendant of the Long Taro family, and his mother is the daughter of Merlin Long Taro, Lord of Red Crab Island, one of the Seven Marquis of the Grand Duchy, and the owner of the Long Taro Castle. When he first went to visit the Marquis of Merlin, he was also recruited by the thin taro family.

"If I ask Grandpa Merlin, no, just ask Cousin May Opal for help, and I should be able to complete the task. ”

The huge Red Crab Island, which is equivalent to a province in China, can't you find a few different varieties of thorns? I am afraid that there are many different varieties of thorns in the hedges of the taro fort.

Come to think of it.

The irritability in his heart subsided slightly: "If one day, Coral Island can't be mixed, I will go to the Fort of Long Taro, and I believe that my grandfather will at least arrange a fief for me as a viscount." ”

However, Red Crab Island has a big business, and it may not be as easy to mix as Coral Island.

No matter how close your cousins are, you can't kiss your closest relatives.

Suddenly, he thought of Athena Salmon again, and his mood couldn't help but warm up slightly: "It's been a few months, I don't know if Athena has held hands with other nobles...... Ah, I think of the running in the sunset that afternoon, it was my lost youth. He has a good impression of this aristocratic lady who boldly shows her love.

Soon, though.

The fond memories were interrupted by a terrible wail.

The sound came from the Hayabusa outside the castle, and it was the tortured Matsufuku.

The irritability that had just subsided came back to him, and he got up directly, walked out of the castle, and came to the falcon's room. Elkeson was sitting across from the Hayabusa, his eyes bloodshot.

Seeing Liszt coming, he hurriedly said, "Baron Liszt." ”

"Mr. Elkeson, Juan Fu, haven't you bowed your head yet?"

"This peregrine falcon of yours, its inner pride is beyond my imagination. Elkeson explained with some embarrassment, he thought that the nine-ten-out boiling eagle link was completely deadlocked.

The wind peregrine falcon is blessed, and would rather starve to death than lower his head.

Liszt suddenly saw the corner of Juan Fu's mouth, and there were red blood stains: "Did it vomit blood?"

"Yes, in a state of long-term starvation, its body is already in danger, and if it is boiled several times, it will not succeed...... I'm sorry, Baron Liszt, but this is a situation I haven't been able to do with a common falcon. ”

"In other words, Juan Fu may starve to death?"

"It's a possibility, but it's also possible that if you stay up for a few more days, it will sink its head. You know, after all, Warcraft is just a beast that will succumb to the threat of death, and at that point, with a few more trainings, it will be your qualified pet. ”

"Rattle......" Juan Fu, who vomited blood on the Falcon platform, let out a terrible scream.

But its eyes did not have the slightest look of submission, and it was still stubborn. Liszt looked over, as if he could see through those eyes, disdain for fate.

Destiny.

Probably the sequelae brought by the smoke dragon, he often associates everything with fate recently, and has a tendency to develop in the direction of the god stick, always thinking about the cause and effect of fate.

Fortunately, the materialist values that have been ingrained since childhood are still on the defensive.

"I don't think Juan Fu will be subjugated to anyone. Liszt shook his head, the Wind Peregrine Falcon was not a caged bird, he could see since he was a child, Juan Fu's yearning and desire for the sky, "Mr. Elkeson, this is the end of the training, I need you to bother more with the multi-flame mushroom magic potion." ”

"What?"

Elkeson was stunned: "Baron Liszt, give up now, all the efforts made in front will be in vain, and, with its coming of age, it is no longer possible to have a second chance to be an eagle." ”

"Don't worry, I'll pay you for the work you do. Liszt decided to be willful, and the beautiful picture scroll of Huang Huang and Huang Qingcang left to his imagination.

As he spoke, he untied the rope that had been curled on the Hayabusa.

He personally brought meat and water to feed Juan Fu, Juan Fu is a magical beast, and his recovery power is very strong, and he has recovered a lot of vitality in just half a day.

"Fly, Juan Fu!"

Opening the door of the falcon room, Liszt pushed a handful of Juan Fu, Juan Fu was obviously not suitable for the current situation, turned his head to look at Liszt, and there was confusion and flickering in his eyes.

But after a moment's hesitation, it finally flapped its wings and jumped off the Hayabusa.

Flap your wings and fly.

Smack.

Dropped.

But it soon found its instinct to fly in the midst of failure, and for the last time, it stomped on its legs, jumped off the ground, flapped its wings, shook off two feathers, and successfully flew into the sky.

"Quack!"

Leaving the last cry, he disappeared into the blue sky and white clouds without looking back.