Evil dragon has a warm heart-Chapter 110 - 109 The Completion Ceremony of the Mill

Chapter 110: Chapter 109 The Completion Ceremony of the Mill

Chapter 110 -109 The Completion Ceremony of the Mill

Russell had witnessed the grandeur of Mr. Luo Man’s contracted King of Ebony-waisted Snakes, who not only could command all the Blackwaist Serpents, but occasionally other types of snakes were also driven by it, truly a Snake King of the Glowing Valley era.

In addition, Baron Marcus’s contract with the Pangolin King and Lord Uterras’s with the Great Horned Deer King made them Beast Kings too, possessing the power to command ordinary pangolins and great horned deer.

Even some Beast Kings that had not evolved into Fantasy Beasts could command their own kind.

However, Beast Kings were very rare, and once one was discovered, it would quickly be captured and tamed. The reason was simple: every Beast King had the potential to evolve into a Fantasy Beast and stood a high chance of succeeding. They were considered strategic resources.

“My father used the King of Ebony-waisted Snakes to establish a snake garden near Fluorescent Castle… Lord Uterras utilized the Great Horned Deer King to breed herds of them… even Baron Marcus frequently sells pangolin meat.”

The development potential of Beast Kings was immense.

After soothing Kevin and Red-eye, Russell returned to his bedroom and leaned against the head of his bed, pondering how to make use of Red-eye’s status as the Rat King.

“I certainly can’t just raise a bunch of rats and then sell rat meat, can I?” He had tasted rat meat, and indeed it was passable, but the thought of regularly eating it did not appeal to him; he couldn’t get over the mental hurdle.

After all, with delicious pork, beef, mutton, and poultry readily available, why would one choose to eat rat meat?

“So, not only is the production of rat meat low, but the price doesn’t fetch much either. It’s not worth it.”

As for forming a rodent army to steal things left and right, Russell dismissed the idea outright. He would never degrade his own status like that.

“Perhaps I could form a Treasure-Hunting Rat Squad?”

This thought intrigued Russell, and he carefully considered the feasibility of the Treasure-Hunting Rat Squad: “Ordinary rats are not very intelligent, so sending them to find caterpillar fungus or Fantasy Beasts is definitely out of the question. But getting them to find a beehive or a rabbit burrow might not be an issue, right?”

He touched his chin and nodded affirmatively, “Feasible. I’ll have to communicate with Red-eye later to see how to form the Treasure-Hunting Rat Squad…”

“Actually, there may be no need to go out of our way to search. Rats are everywhere, and Red-eye just needs to gather information. If there’s something valuable like the Bear Honeybee, all I need is a notification.” He had profited from the Bear Honeybee and wanted to continue his luck.

Suddenly.

He also remembered that Red-eye lived in the caverns, and rats surely knew the pathways through them like the back of their hand. Perhaps he could completely control the Echo Water River Cavern through Red-eye.

“And maybe even extend our reach to monitor every move of the Snow Ghosts on the snowfields, so if there’s an invasion, the rats would make the best sentinels.” Tired from thinking, Russell simply lay down, “Let’s leave it at that for now, and discuss with Charles tomorrow.”

Soon, he drifted into dreamland.

That night, he soared on the Little Dream Dragon again, along with the Sword Butterflies, meandering through his territory, familiarizing himself with the roads and various landmarks, while hoping for another stroke of luck in finding a caterpillar fungus in its gestation or some other treasure.

Russell believed that there were many caterpillar fungi gestating in the wild.

It was just that most people couldn’t find them, and the gestation of Spirit Insects was too difficult, causing most caterpillar fungi to miscarry naturally.

But now with him and the Little Dream Dragon, those caterpillar fungi would no longer miscarry.

Alas.

Busy all night, he found nothing.

The next day, after Knight’s morning practice, Russell sent for Charles to come over and briefly discussed the matters of the Treasure-Hunting Rat Squad and border alerts.

“Sir, this is a good thing, a very good thing,” Charles praised, “I wholeheartedly agree with the establishment of the Treasure-Hunting Rat Squad to search for treasures everywhere; also, another Sentinel Rat Squad for cavern patrols!”

“Hmm, you also need to post a notice in the manor, prohibiting any serfs from killing rats on their own.”

With the Red-eyed Rat King present, all the rats within the domain would no longer be considered pests but valuable resources.

“I’ll go post the notice right away and pass the command on to every farming hamlet,” said Charles, then added with a laugh, “Sir, I have great news—the Windmill Mill is finally complete, and I would like to hold a completion ceremony.”

“Oh, it’s finished? That indeed is great news!”

“The master carpenter tried milling flour last night, and the results were very good; it was only slightly inferior to the usual Waterwheel Mill, and that’s with the wind not being strong enough. When it’s windy, the Windmill Mill will definitely be fantastic.”

“Good, arrange for a completion ceremony tomorrow and have all the idle serfs in the domain attend the ceremony… then, I will announce at the ceremony that milling flour will be free for the first month, and afterwards, a fee will be charged at market price. What do you think?”

“You are too generous, Sir, but I think half a month, no, seven days of free service would suffice,” Charles responded. “You don’t need to be too good to the serfs, they are all lowly serfs. You’ve spared them the trouble of going to town to trade, so it’s only right that you charge them a bit more.”

“You have to look to the long term, Charles, I don’t want my domain to be just serfs… Perhaps in a few years, a group of them would redeem themselves, and then they would engage in small business and craftsmanship, making the domain much more vibrant then.”

After all, it was his domain, and Russell was satisfied with every part of the Wuyao Snake Manor.

The only dissatisfaction was that it was too dull here.

So far, there was only one bakery, one blacksmith shop, and a small farmers’ market. All the inhabitants were serfs, endlessly toiling on the fields day after day, and at night, not even a lamp would be lit.

If there were more freemen engaged in craftsmanship and small business, perhaps the domain would be livelier.

“Perhaps we could attract some freemen from other places?”

“That’s difficult. What can the domain offer to attract freemen to settle? Serfs barely save any money because they rely on farming. Without money, how can they consume?”

“The Magical Medicine Field is expanding, and many serfs are now cultivating Magic Potions. When the harvest comes in, you could relieve the serfs of some of their taxes, so they would have some savings.”

Pausing for a moment, Charles added, “But if I may say, there’s no need to develop craftsmanship or small business. It’s enough that the serfs farm peacefully and provide food for the Lord. If you need money, you could hunt Snow Ghosts on the Snowfield.”

This was also the thinking of most nobles.

The domain provided food and resources for cultivation, and then the lords worked hard to train knights to fight in the Snowfield—seeking glory, making money, and then returning to strengthen the domain, cultivate more fields, acquire more resources, and train more knights.

In this cyclic pattern, life continued from one generation to the next.

…

In the afternoon.

The completion ceremony for the Windmill Mill was held in front of Alfalfa Hamlet’s Windmill Mill, where the massive windmill blades turned in the wind, drawing a large crowd of serfs.

Old men, women, children, and strong men carrying hoes and shovels all watched the ceremony.

“Lord Sir has arrived!” Knight Attendant Tom called out loudly.

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Suddenly the crowd turned around and faced Russell and his party, bowing respectfully, while continuously shouting respect, such as “Praise be to the Lord” and “Greetings to the Lord,” welcoming the arrival of the Lord of the manor.