Chapter 52 (1/2)

Chapter 52: Growing Ambitions

Eye of Magic Power was a great consumer of combat aura. Liszt realized that he couldn’t persist for longer than five minutes without his eyes getting sore.

However, whenever he ran out of combat aura, a warm stream would come from the Red Blood Sword to renew his strength.

The ruby produced by the dragon contained magic power.

Activating Eye of Magic Power, he saw the ruby revolving slowly like a bloody vortex.

I can see the magic power of the gem, so I should be able to see the magic power of the dragon. I must practice more so that I can be more skilled at Eye of Magic Power.

Drawing the Red Blood Sword, Liszt couldn’t be more confident.

He was going to slay a dragon later.

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“Goltai, why do you think Lord Baron wants a tunnel dug here?” Isaiah counted how many coppers he had to give the serfs later.

Liszt always paid for the serfs’ work. Therefore, they were enthusiastic to apply for the construction projects.

“To be honest, I’m totally confused,” Goltai said unconcernedly, “Liszt is an adult now. He’s no longer the timid young man from Tulip Castle. Most of the time, I don’t know what he’s thinking or what Flower Town will be built into.”

“That’s not what you said in your letter. You said that Flower Town was flourishing.”

“Would you have come if I said otherwise? Besides, Flower Town is flourishing, isn’t it? At the very least, we have seafood every day.”

“I admit that seafood is a creation, and manure is also important, but what we are doing right now? Digging a tunnel below a farm to store the grasses?”

Goltai shook the ashes off his cigarette. “Stop whining. Blair never whines, and that’s why Liszt has one more drink with him every dinner.”

“That’s because he’s too old and has lost all his ambition.”

“You’re not very young yourself.”

“But I hope to return to the rank of nobles someday. I have to strive for my son. He’s too stupid to marry a noble lady.” Isaiah stroked his hair in worry. “I was looking for an opportunity to go to the battlefield. You said that Liszt was ambitious.”

“I’m not sure, but you can talk with Marcus. He craves to be a noble more than anyone else does, and he pledged loyalty to Liszt soon after he got to know him.”

Isaiah squinted. “I will.”

Wages were distributed at night. Isaiah gave the coppers to the working serfs one by one.

“Next, Alava S*it.”

“My lord, that’s me.” Alava rubbed his hands together and accepted two coppers from the clerk in delight.

He could buy eight pieces of brown bread!

But he didn’t intend to. His wife had joined Oysterton and was engaged in fishing every day. Apart from the quota to be submitted to the castle, there was additional seafood for their own family. He felt that he was full of strength.