warm dragon

Chapter 93 Tastes worse than dog shit
The slope protection of the diversion canal in Pangdoutun was quickly surrounded.

Then the news that the lord had picked up another elf bug was quickly spread among the serfs farming nearby.

"It's unbelievable!" Charles squatted on the ground and felt it carefully, then stood up and exclaimed, holding his head in his hands, "Another elf bug, full of magic power, will be born soon, unbelievable!"

"Who would have thought that I just walked around and thought this dandelion was very big and beautiful, so I came down to take a look, and then I picked up the elf bug." Russell used a pretense without sincerity to fool ordinary people.

In fact, I couldn’t hide it from Eric, Charles and others.

The birch bug before and the dandelion bug now all came too suddenly, and Russell found them all by luck.

If you think about it carefully, you will know that there may be some hidden secret in it.

But Russell didn't mind what others thought. Firstly, he was the son of Baron Roman, and no one in the entire Netherlight Valley dared to scheme against him. Secondly, this world had extraordinary power, and everything could be pushed towards the Shadow Flame Dragon.

For example, at this time, Charles was shouting: "Thank you to the Shadow Flame Dragon of the Grand Duke's family. Please take a look at the Black-rumped Snake Manor more in the future!"

"The dragon is watching!" Eric also muttered.

The Wildcat sisters looked at Russell, their eyes sparkling even more, thinking that they were following the right person.

They already know Russell's character, he is definitely a lord worth following; they also know Russell's talent, no matter what, becoming a fantasy beast knight is definitely a certainty; now they also feel Russell's luck firsthand .

As the saying "the dragon is watching" that always hangs on everyone's lips, it is true that Russell was watched by the dragon.

Following such a lord, the future is promising.

"In order to ensure that this dandelion fairy bug can successfully breed, nutrition is essential." Russell asked the technical officer Red Nose Rudy to be called, "You serf technicians should know how to fertilize Cordyceps."

"You know a little bit, sir." Red-nosed Rudy said modestly, "Based on the current situation, this dandelion cordyceps plant is growing very well, and there is a high possibility that fairy bugs will breed naturally. If we try harder to apply some fertilizer, it should can be successfully conceived.”

"Then I'll leave it to you to deal with it." Russell ordered calmly. In fact, a mouthful of dragon flame from the little dream dragon was enough to breed the elf bug.

Red-nosed Rudy leads the serf technicians to do something icing on the cake at best.

Russell then ordered his knight retinue John: "Go back and form a temporary dandelion cordyceps escort team. You will lead the team to protect this cordyceps first, and then consider the transplantation issue after the fairy bugs are pregnant."

John currently serves as the escort officer. This position is to escort criminals who are sentenced by the manor court. However, the serfs of the manor continue to have small disputes, but no crimes have been committed yet.

So he has nothing to do now, so he happily accepts the order: "No!"

All done.

Russell then returned to the manor's courtyard and waited patiently for the dandelion fairy bug to gestate. With the dragon's flames ripening, it probably wouldn't take long before he could contract another fairy bug.

"The number of my elf bugs is a bit fast... If I go around the entire manor, I don't know how many elf bugs I can still find... Keep up the good work, and if my father asks about it later, I will say that the Shadow Flame Dragon probably looks like Fuck me..."

All in all, the little dream dragon has to develop slowly.

At this moment, the Shadow Flame Dragon is the best shield - it is said that the Shadow Flame Dragon stays in the volcano all year round to heal its wounds. It is difficult for even the Grand Duke to meet him. Naturally, no one can ask the Shadow Flame Dragon for confirmation.

If I really go to ask for confirmation, I probably won't get any answer.

The power radiated by the Shadow Flame Dragon to the entire Shadow Flame Grand Duchy was not a deliberate arrangement, but a spontaneous expansion.

In short, the Shadow Flame Dragon only provides power. Where and how it radiates depends mainly on God's will.

The officials were not left for lunch.

Charles was still shamelessly unwilling to leave, until Russell looked into his eyes and said calmly: "The tutor has a salary, and the clerk has a salary. Charles, go back to the stone house and eat the food you like."

"Uh." Charles smiled awkwardly, "My cook's cooking skills can't compare with Mrs. Moore's, not to mention the delicious pasta made by Mrs. Brown... Haha, I'll go back soon, sir. "

"Bring a bottle of wine back." Russell shook his head. Speaking of which, many of Charles' behaviors are not in line with the qualities that a qualified subordinate should have. Even his abilities are not irreplaceable, and he occasionally crosses the boundary between a lord and a subordinate.

But Russell inherited everything from his predecessor, and also inherited the bond between his predecessor and Charles and Eric.

When his predecessor had nothing, it was Charles and Eric who accompanied him and encouraged him.

Therefore, Russell did not want to break this bond.

In addition, there is another very important factor. Everyone in the Black-waisted Snake Manor now respects him, including Eric. Only Charles could joke with him and play the role of a friend.

Whether it is a beneficial friend or a harmful friend, it can at least provide Russell with a sense of friendship.

This is irreplaceable.

So Russell would always indulge Charles a little, of course, just a little. If Charles didn't do the job he was supposed to do, Russell would scold and punish him mercilessly. The lord's interests were unshakable.

After sending Charles away, Russell had a quiet lunch alone and tasted Mrs. Moore's newly developed dishes.

"Bah..." Russell spat out the food in his mouth, "Tell Mrs. Moore that this 'edamame fried sauce' tastes worse than dog shit."

Butler Morris smiled and said, "I will tell you the truth, sir."

Soon, Mrs. Moore, who had finished all the dishes and was about to take a rest, received a negative review from Russell.

Compared with the previous fear of every dish, Mrs. Moore adapted quickly now and is no longer timid: "Okay, Mr. Morris, tell me, I will definitely improve this 'Edamame Fried Sauce' .”

"Have some snacks, Mrs. Moore," said Butler Morris. "My master is looking forward to this dish."

"Of course, of course," Mrs. Moore agreed.

After Butler Morris left, she immediately muttered: "How can I say that this edamame fried sauce tastes worse than shit? I worked hard to make it, and I have tasted it and it tastes okay!"

Looking at the edamame fried sauce that was brought back, Mrs. Moore picked up a few beans and ate them: "It's not that bad...it sounds like the master has eaten dog shit...ah, sin, sin, master is so kind, Generous, better than anyone else, how can I arrange bad things about the master!"

talking.

Mrs. Moore slapped herself on the face, neither lightly nor hard: "The dragon is watching, I only have respect and love for you!"

Barbara, the kitchen maid who came in with a basin, happened to see this scene and immediately exclaimed: "What are you doing, Mrs. Moore? Are you hurting yourself?"

"You are hurting yourself!" Mrs. Moore immediately scolded, "Concentrate on your work and stop meddling in other people's business!"

"Okay, Mrs. Moore." Barbara was used to Mrs. Moore's high-pressure policy, so she put down the basin and prepared to leave.

"What are you going to do?"

"Mrs. Brown asked me to do you a favor."

"Mrs. Brown, Mrs. Brown, oh my God, Barbara, do you think the cook is Mrs. Moore or Mrs. Brown!" Mrs. Moore said exaggeratedly, "Silly girl, only you can learn cooking by following me. Only I can." I’m willing to teach you!”

Barbara quickly assured: "It's just a small favor, Mrs. Moore, I will definitely be your kitchen maid!"

"Go back quickly!" Mrs. Moore was still unhappy, "This Brown can just make a piece of bread. He can do it with one hand, and he can even order the kitchen maid!"

"Be right back!" Barbara ran out quickly.

In fact, she prefers to make various pasta and desserts with Mrs. Brown than learning to cook from Mrs. Moore.

Her biggest goal in life is to open a bakery in the future and have endless bread.

(End of this chapter)