Chapter 226 – Baron Henderson Wants a Duel

After the battle on the racetrack, Paris' arrogance became subdued and she began to take her guard status more seriously.

Of course, she was not a bodyguard 24/7.

Liszt does not need her to follow him every time, in fact, there are more times when Liszt would not allow her to follow him — there are still too many secrets that he wouldn't want Paris to know. Trust is not established after one or two days. It takes time to see if one is trustworthy.

“You can move freely in Flower Town and occasionally serve as my actual combat opponent. When I'm out, you will follow me to keep me safe……There's basically no danger on Coral Island. If you see a chance to use the  Black Dragon magic, then do it, otherwise, don't. It's an easy job.”

"What if I want to go to Coral City?"

 "Then get permission and go as long as you are allowed. No one restricts your life,” Liszt said. “But there is one thing, you shouldn't violate the territory regulations on Coral Island, and do not expose the information that you are wanted in the Grand Duchy of Maple Leaf. After all, we are all nations of the Iron and Steel Ridge Kingdom. “

Although they are independent nations, the Grand Duke of Sapphire and the Grand Duke of Maple Leaf were, in the strict sense, only a duke of the Iron and Steel Ridge Kingdom, thus belonging to the same camp.

"You are being far too cautious, Baron."

“You should call me Lord Baron. This is the basic etiquette to the aristocracy, Ms. Paris.” Liszt showed the elegance of the aristocracy.

It was the kind of att.i.tude that really convinces people.

Paris still shouted reluctantly, “Lord Baron.”

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The magic of dragons can corrupt people and turn them into white dragons or black dragons. This was a major discovery for Liszt.

He has to take extra care when studying the fire dragon's magic.

He doesn't want to become a shapes.h.i.+fting monster that only has a lifespan of around ten years. This obviously does not meet his ideal of a long life. His dream is to ride a dragon, not to be ridden by a dragon.

“Speaking of which, I actually have a real relations.h.i.+p with dragons……The Invisible Dragon's Gem Gift, the Smoke Dragon's Destiny, the Fire Dragon's Residual Magic, and now the Light Dragon.”

It was still a long way from riding a dragon.

Marcus was still digging in on Black Horse Island so the gla.s.s will keep coming.

Liszt was in a rush to design the bath hall and use the heat energy of the Little Fire Dragon to complete the next smoke mission and acquire a new breed of flame mushrooms.

The hot spring of the bathtub has been designed, and the separated structure of the bathtub and the heating water tank is adopted. The only concern left was how to put the little dragon in the heating water tank and figure out how much magic is enough to heat up the water.

If the magic is not enough, it wouldn't be warm enough to be considered a hot spring. If the magic was too much, it could cook an egg.

“So, whether it's a bath or a hot spring or a bathhouse, if one wants to use the magical fire dragon, one must first figure out how to put in the magic.”

There was someone who knew exactly how to release magic and have control — Paris.

Liszt had regretted knocking Paris off during their battle. Paris's black dragon's strength is the same as a knight's qi. It can be mobilized with a single thought, but how it is mobilized is profound.

He had to ask her again about the court magician's white dragon research notes.

"The notes are with the black dragon thief who stole it. He left after our avenging scheme.I don't know where they had gone. As for why we became black dragons because of the magic mark that the mage put on us, I don't really understand the principle. I am not a mage, I could not understand his notes."

Paris would make a bad mage.

Even though she could speak both Snake and Wind Language, she was only mildly literate and does not know much other information.

Before the age of 15, she was a civilian and illiterate. After fifteen years of age, she was either a stray or a thief, there was no chance to learn.

She didn't know much writing, but she was taught by a mage when she was treated as a material for a magical experiment.

Paris couldn't work with him on this, so Liszt can only study the magic of the fire dragon in the volcanic gla.s.s on his own.  "Paris' special black dragon ident.i.ty is suitable for research as a guinea pig.”

He worked out several weird experiment plans.

He only had to wait for the volcanic gla.s.s to arrive so he could start the experiment.

“By the way, my drifting bottle also contains a ghost. I wonder if it can be infected with the fire dragon magic and I can make it a white dragon?” He thought curiously.

A long time ago, a ghost had surprised him and it felt incredible.

With more experience, especially with more and more incredible things, this surprise element gradually disappeared. He now knew that both dragons and elves can exist. He had taken for granted that other ghosts, dragons, werewolves, vampires, and even orcs, dwarves, and trolls do exist.

Just yesterday, architect Tommy Gravel left with his apprentices and the finished ice cellar was officially handed over to Flower Town. The ice in the river was not thick enough to be stored in the cellar.

The ice cellar works were over.

It's time to open up other projects.

Town officials headed by Gort would not be idle this winter — the thorns ridge rehabilitation, the docklands quarry, the wood workshops, the Knights Square, the teaching of the serf children, the craftsmen apprentices.h.i.+ps, the children's fighting training, a whole lot of things had to be arranged.

These days, officials were mainly allocating serfs their accommodation and working arrangements. They must make sure that local residents and new serfs mix and match to prevent the new serfs from making groups.

With the advent of winter and the private fis.h.i.+ng of seaside towns, the seafood business was getting weaker.

Fortunately, the flower soap has completely penetrated the market. After arranging deputies to their respective areas, Sherlock and Abagon were now much more honest and immersed themselves in the business. No one in the aristocracy was using old soap anymore, they were all rus.h.i.+ng to buy the flower soap. Because of this, the flower soap was sold for less than a week, and the original price of the soap rose back.

Even so.

Baron Henderson of Snake Spear City's caravan and soap business was plummeting.

The reason why it hasn't completely gone down was that Flower Town cannot exactly keep up with the demand. Burnell Egg has already brought in twenty craftsmen and were all working frantically, but they still could not produce enough flower soap.

On one hand, the old soap was not selling. On the other hand, Flower Soap was in short supply.

According to the information gathered by the Flower Caravan, Baron Henderson was furious in the past few days. He even drank a few gla.s.ses of wine at a banquet and threatened to fight Liszt.

When he woke up, he stopped talking about it – and it would be obvious that Liszt would be with Tremblingwoods in the event of a duel.

More than once, Liszt was accused of being greedy and robbing Baron Henderson of his fair share of the benefits.

“Ignore Henderson's cries and wait for his soap business to go down. I'm afraid he won't be able to bark again and he'll concentrate on providing soap powder. He doesn't know what he's talking about, I should  just let him go bankrupt. Can't my red blood sword drink blood?"

Liszt dismissed this idea as his eyes were not on Coral Island.