Evil dragon has a warm heart-Chapter 78 - 77 Pearl Cultivation (First Update)

Chapter 78 -77 Pearl Cultivation (First Update)

Chapter 78 -77 Pearl Cultivation (First Update)

Russell mentioned wanting to develop new types of pastries.

Mrs. Brown immediately understood, “Sir, do you mean for me to try some new flavor combinations like Mrs. Moore?”

By now, everyone in the manor’s annex knew that Mrs. Moore had started developing new dishes under Russell’s authorization.

Not only would the castle’s banquets occasionally feature one or two oddly unusual dishes.

But also, nearly every meal in the servants’ dining room would see the introduction of an inexplicable dish, after which Mrs. Moore would await the servants’ feedback, wiping her hands with her apron.

Most of the time, the feedback was negative.

But occasionally she would receive positive feedback, and Mrs. Moore would then gleefully present the well-received new dish to Russell.

Of course, the number of new dishes that actually gained Russell’s approval was still few and far between.

Only a fish soup made with ginger and spring onions had earned high praise from Russell, becoming a staple at every banquet and Mrs. Moore’s specialty. It was even named by Russell as “Secret Ginger Onion Fresh Fish Soup,” considered to be on par with the Blind Eye Dragon soup.

Others, like Charles and Eric, also thought the Secret Ginger Onion Fresh Fish Soup was a delicious dish suitable to accompany meals.

“Not just new formulas, but also new styles,” said Russell, quickly sharing his concept for steamed buns.

However, he vaguely knew that the flour needed for steamed buns was not the same as that for bread.

It seemed that bread required high-gluten flour while steamed buns called for all-purpose flour.

Of course.

In his previous life, Russell didn’t know how to steam buns; he could only cook a few simple dishes, so he could only give Mrs. Brown a rough idea of how to make steamed buns, leaving the rest up to her to figure out.

“Don’t be afraid to waste, try different types of flour to achieve the closest result to steamed buns, then gradually refine it.”

“Rest assured, sir, I will seriously study how to make steamed buns,” replied Mrs. Brown.

“Good, I look forward to seeing the results of your research.”

The culinary revolution needed to happen step by step. Now that Mrs. Moore was developing stir-fries and other Chinese dishes, Mrs. Brown would take on the pastries.

One day, Russell believed he would be able to eat a table full of dishes from his homeland.

Mrs. Brown happily went back to steaming buns, while Russell picked up the book he’d set aside earlier. It was an epic known as “Song of the Volcano,” a heroic saga told through narrative poetry, recounting the legendary story of a Dragon Knight.

About three thousand years ago, there was a hero-like Knight named Sigruft.

Sigruft stood three meters tall and was abandoned by his parents on the snowfields as a toddler, where he was raised by a pack of wolves.

Naturally filled with Battle Qi, he could fight with Snow Ghosts at a tender age.

It was said that he ate so many Ice Pellet Pearls from a young age that he became unfazed by the severe cold, unafraid of Snow Ghosts, and even dared to provoke the Snow Demon. Eventually, he was discovered by a Knight Regiment of a certain kingdom and brought back, where he fell in love with the princess.

That’s as far as Russell had read.

But he guessed that the story would continue with Sigruft’s exceptional talents allowing him to enter the volcano, save the kingdom’s dying Great Dragon, and then become a Dragon Knight, soaring with the princess.

“Not very interesting, just as bland as Old White’s books,” Russell quickly lost interest in reading.

He rose from his seat and left the manor’s annex.

The accompanying Knights were all busy, given that it was the first day on the job for the officials, and there was much work to be coordinated.

“Woof!” Fortunately, Kevin was there to protect him, ensuring Russell’s safety.

Although Kevin was Eric’s contracted Fantasy Beast, he clearly knew that it was Russell who had saved his life, so he was quite fond of Russell. With enhanced intelligence, he could understand Russell’s various commands clearly.

“Let’s go, Kevin, we’ll take a walk to Magic Medicine Tun and see how the Magic Potion crops are coming along.” Mounting his horse, Russell left with Kevin.

Before long, they arrived at Magic Medicine Tun.

The serfs were busy in the fields; upon seeing Russell, they bowed and saluted, then continued their laborious farming.

“Not bad, the dill has already sprouted.”

Green and tender shoots had emerged in the fields. This magic herb didn’t require meticulous care, as dill itself was a commonly cultivated spice. Especially when cooking beef or mutton, sprinkling ground dill would notably enhance the flavor.

However, using magic herb dill as a spice would be too extravagant; it was meant to be used in creating magic elixirs.

Knights in training had a huge demand for magic elixirs.

Take Russell, for example, who would pop a magic elixir that could boil his battle Qi every morning and evening, and occasionally one that could strengthen his battle Qi during meditation—nobility relied on battle Qi to solidify their rule, and the contribution of magic elixirs was indispensable.

Having passed the dill magical medicine field, the Rainlong flower magical medicine field was next.

The Rainlong flowers had also sprouted.

Then, they moved into the birch forest, where each birch tree was generating a faint magic aura and transitioning into magic material.

It was evident that many birch tree branches had been cut off.

The serfs were then taking them for cuttings to expand the area of the birch forest.

Moreover, on many of the birch tree trunks, small green glowing mushrooms had started sprouting, clustering like will-o’-the-wisps.

“They’re coexisting quite well,” Russell remarked with satisfaction.

Having confirmed the healthy growth of the magic herbs and materials, he no longer paid them attention but walked to the banks of the Glowing River to watch the rolling river waters.

As the warm season arrived, the temperature rose day by day, melting the snow in Glowing Valley and causing the water level of the Glowing River to surge.

“After this flooding period passes, once the river’s water level and flow stabilize, we can send people down to catch river clams,” Russell thought silently.

He also planned to cultivate river clams manually for pearl breeding.

If he could breed pearls artificially, it would be like having contracted a bipedal flying dragon, capable of producing a continuous stream of magic-imbued pearls.

“An exorbitant profit! It’s just uncertain whether pearls can be cultivated and the production volume is hard to guarantee, but regardless, we must attempt,” Russell thought, riding his horse along the river bank and looking meticulously for a suitable place to dig ponds.

Eventually, at the point where the Glowing River bends and the border between Magic Medicine Tun and Wheat Hamlet, he found a suitable depression for pond excavation.

“We’ll arrange for people to dig it during the slack farming season… No, there’s no hurry. First, let’s dig a small pond in front of the manor’s guesthouse to experiment with pearl cultivation,” Russell thought, feeling that it would be too hasty and profit-seeking to start digging without validated techniques.

If the artificial pearl breeding was not successful, wouldn’t the pond have been dug in vain?

“Let’s head back.”

That evening, when Charles, Eric, Hans, and others came to report the day’s work and took the opportunity to enjoy a meal,

Russell asked Hans, “Who is the best at catching river clams in the manor?”

“If it’s about catching fish and grabbing shrimp, then Rib Jimmy is the best. Whenever Lord Baron sends people to ask for river delicacies, I always arrange for Rib Jimmy to lead the team to the river to catch them,” he replied.

“Send someone to call Rib Jimmy over for me, I have a task for him.”

“Yes, Sir,” Hans replied.

A quarter of an hour later, Hans brought Rib Jimmy over, a young man with a dark complexion and a wiry build.

“Greetings to you, Sir,” Rib Jimmy said, a pleasing smile on his face.

“Do you dare to go into the river to catch clams in such rushing waters?” Russell asked, pointing out the window at the Glowing River.

Without any hesitation, Rib Jimmy answered, “I’ll go and fetch some river clams for you right now, Sir!”

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With those words, he turned and ran out from the manor’s guesthouse.

Then, with a dive into the Glowing River and only a few breaths later, he was back on the shore, holding two sizable river clams.