The Mighty Dragons Are Dead-Chapter 674 - 0671: The Tenacity of a Petty Person (Fourth update, finish tipping to celebrate)

Chapter 674: Chapter 0671: The Tenacity of a Petty Person (Fourth update, finish tipping to celebrate)

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Unfortunately, the Yu Chou race had declined for unknown reasons, probably around the same era as the decline of the Moon Empire, as did magicians.

The cause of the decline remains unknown, but following that, knights rose in response and beneficiaries included Liszt.

If it were still the era of the magician’s rule under the Moon Empire, Liszt might not have enjoyed such freedom even as a Dragon Knight.

Suppressing the destiny of a nation.

Having just finished cleaning up Black Horse Port, Liszt received good news. Under Chris’s overall command, the magicians at the Magic Academy had smoothly solved Ach’s problem—it was only a “problem” for someone like Ach, a theoretical magician with knowledge but no practical experience.

The three Grand Magicians, with their extensive experience, quickly provided constructive suggestions and then solved it all at once.

Liszt quickly sent the solutions back to Tulip Castle by the seaside in Fresh Flower Town and handed them to Ach, “Ach, these problems are solved. How long until the verification of the resonance theory is complete?”

“Big brother, let me check these answers first.”

Moments later, after reviewing the answers and scribbling on thick paper, Ach raised his head and gave a confident answer, “Without any unexpected issues, in about four or five days, Ach can crack the resonance theory and figure out the Dragon Knights’ resonance cultivation method, big brother.”

“Great, I’m eagerly looking forward to it!”

Leaving Tulip Castle by the sea, Liszt found Old Phil at the Tanners’ Shop and promised him a hefty sum to get Old Phil to agree to go to the Magic Academy to cooperate with the Grand Magicians on a minor experiment. To ensure that the Grand Magicians would not treat Old Phil like a lab rat, Liszt personally followed.

He would not allow the Grand Magicians to engage in live human experimentation at this stage.

Any research that violated human ethics would be strictly halted by him at this stage—before turning the magicians into research scholars, it was essential to cultivate their respect for law and order.

When he brought Old Phil to the Magic Academy, the three Grand Magicians were dumbfounded, “Viscount, you mean the descendant of the Sun is him, an old man?”

“What do you think?”

“Viscount, the old man is of no use. Better to have his descendants come and cooperate with the research.”

Old Phil took the initiative to say, “Your Excellency the Magician, Old Phil has no offspring, I’m sorry to disappoint you.”

“You have no offspring? Why didn’t you get married!”

“Old Phil was too poor to marry before, and only got married recently, but I’m afraid Old Phil is no longer able to have offspring.” Old Phil had already married the widow, and despite being together for a long time, there was still no movement in the widow’s belly—since the widow had been pregnant before, it was likely that Old Phil was the one who was no longer functional.

The Grand Magician Lars asked bluntly, “You’re impotent?”

Old Phil gave a sheepish smile, “Ah, Your Excellency the Magician, I just can’t impregnate my wife, that’s all.”

“That’s easy. Have Cyrille prepare a potion that increases the vitality of your ‘little swimmers’, go home and try harder to have offspring… But first, come cooperate with us for some blood draws!”

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional.

Liszt chose a quiet room and sent for Grand Magician Cyrille, asking him, “Can you prepare a potion that causes pregnancy?”

“Viscount, there might be a bit of a misunderstanding. I can’t prepare a potion for pregnancy, but I can make one that boosts the vitality of ‘little swimmers’ for elderly males. This potion can significantly increase the vitality of those ‘little swimmers’, even though it does not include the power of virility.”

The meaning was simple: his potion could enhance the vitality of sperm.

Of course, the humans here did not know that the substance wrapped in the essence was sperm. Ordinary people might understand nothing, only knowing that a man and a woman could conceive by joining together. However, some magicians who had studied such content believed that within the male essence was a tiny “little man.”

After the act of love, the little man would run into the woman’s belly, and the woman’s menstrual blood would gradually nourish this little man into a baby.

Cyrille was a proponent of this theory: “I was once a magician serving an elderly noble, whose son died on the battlefield with no one to inherit the title. To prevent the family lineage from dying out, he entrusted me to research a potion that would enhance the vitality of the little man, and I was ultimately successful in helping a new son be born.”

He was talking about the little man.

Liszt directly interpreted it as sperm.

He said immediately, “Cyrille, I want the formula for this potion. Write it down and give it to me right now. I will consider it as your contribution, allowing you to gain your freedom sooner.” He did not want it for himself, but planned to let his cousin give it a try—in case it worked, it would solve a nagging issue.

For such a good deal, Cyrille had no reason to refuse.

He quickly succeeded in writing down the potion formula, as well as all the necessary precautions, filling several pages densely. Liszt glanced at it only once, then stopped paying attention and turned to have a servant copy it and send it to Meioubao.

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Old Phil was also lucky.

His fate was that of a lab rat, but in the blink of an eye, it changed to having experts solve his infertility problems. Perhaps this was the fickleness of destiny: a blessing may depend on misfortune, and a misfortune may conceal a blessing, so behind something good might lurk something bad, but another good thing might also be waiting to descend.

For Liszt, with the Smoke Mission suspected to be the remnant power of a Smoke Dragon, destiny was no longer fickle—he had only good things.

Influenced by him, the people around him also experienced a series of good events.

The Earl was a good example; under normal circumstances, he might have remained an earl for life. But the very next day after Old Phil excitedly returned home to make a little man, the Earl, who had gone to Blue Dragon Island to receive his title advancement, returned in glory as the Marquis of Bull Tail.

The messenger knight arrived at Fresh Flower Town.

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Liszt immediately led his retainers and servants to rush to Tulip Castle, a major event for the family.

Passing through Coral City, he saw the entire city bustling with noise. All the commoners headed to the streets, loudly shouting celebratory slogans like “Tulip Family”, “Marquis of Bull Tail”, “Lord Landlord”, “Viscount”, and “knight’s glory favors us”.

Without question, this was an event organized by the Coral City officials to curry favor.

Among the cheering crowd were also many people shouting slogans such as “Lord Liszt”, “Viscount” and even “Young Master Richard”.

Liszt, riding the landwalker bird Loki, galloped to Tulip Castle in just a few strides. The grey and white tall castle of yesteryear was now decorated with tulips of various colors along its walls, resembling a beautiful castle from a dream. Knights in Mithril Armor stood guard along the road up the mountain.

They saluted Liszt as they saw him.

At the gate of Tulip Castle, Liszt encountered Li Weiliam, dressed in formal attire, wearing the red tassel medal which symbolized the marquisate on his chest and holding a Cultural Stick inlaid with sapphires—starting now, he was no longer the Earl of Coral Island but the Marquis of Bull Tail.

The domain was located in the Bull Tail Domain of Iron Hoof Island, the lord of all territories belonging to Bull Tail City, the seventh Marquis of the Grand Duchy of Sapphire, a grand landlord with real power.

Seeing Li Weiliam standing tall and spirited, Liszt bowed slightly and greeted, “Father, congratulations on becoming the Marquis of Bull Tail.”