Chapter 11 (2/2)

“He said that the peanuts of Peanuton became green again overnight. In the land that you asked them to pay special attention to, a plant yielded an enormous bud.”

“Is that so? Let him in.” Liszt was surprised.

The land was recovered sooner than he thought. He almost couldn’t wait to check the updates of the misty mission.

By the time Old George entered the castle gingerly, Liszt was calm again. “Old George, tell me what happened to Peanuton.”

“Yes, my lord… Your radiance illuminated every corner of Peanuton…”

As Carter reported, Peanuton was green again after one night, and a huge bud appeared on a mutated peanut. The serfs were so delighted that Old George had run over to report it to his lord. His numbness and despair were replaced by hope.

Realizing what was going on, Goltai opened his mouth. “Oh, heavens, Liszt… Is there a peanut insect in the land?”

Liszt smiled casually. “Probably.”

“Oh, Liszt, you are truly favored by god! It’s unbelievable for such a remote town to give birth to an elvish insect!”

“Let’s go and check if that’s true. Mr. Carter, get the horses ready. I need to go to Peanuton.”

“As you wish, my lord.”

At the gate of the castle, Liszt and Goltai got on their horses. Carter asked them, “My lord, your squires are not here yet. Do you want to wait for them?”

Thomas stepped forward and meant to say something, but he was too timid to talk.

Liszt noticed it. He glanced at Thomas and Old George and said, “Thomas will ride a horse with me. Well, bring Old George.”

Thomas was so excited that he was almost trembling. “At your service, my lord!”

It was the first time that his lord asked for his service on his tour. A valet was supposed to be a noble’s most trusted subordinate. Most of them were knights who fought side by side with the nobles.

The four people left on the three horses.

Fire Dragon led the team to Peanuton.

The land that was half-dry yesterday had turned green. All the seedlings were stretching out their leaves.

It was not the season of bloom yet, but a bud the size of a fist was hanging at the stem of the biggest peanut at the center of the land. It was most delightful.

“It’s really a bud that contains an elvish insect. Liszt, Flower Town is indeed a land favored by god!” cried Goltai in excitement.

Liszt was also excited, but he kept the manners of a noble. “Elvish insects are of paramount importance for the agriculture of Flower Town. So, this farmland has to be protected. Old George, you and your farmers must protect it every day.”

“My lord, I will protect it day and night!”

“That’s unnecessary. You can watch it in turns.” Liszt turned to Thomas and said, “Go tell my squires; I want one of them to stay in Peanuton and watch the elvish insect every day.”

“Yes, my lord!”