Evil dragon has a warm heart

Chapter 93: Chapter 92 Worse than Eating Dog Shit

Chapter 93 -92 Worse than Eating Dog Shit

The embankments of the irrigation channels in Lentil Hamlet were quickly surrounded.

Then, the news that the lord had found another elf bug spread rapidly among the serfs tilling the nearby fields.

“Unbelievable!” Charles exclaimed, clutching his head in amazement after crouching down and sensing carefully. “Another elf bug, brimming with magical aura, it’s about to be born, unbelievable!”

“Who would have thought that a simple stroll, finding this dandelion so large and beautiful, would lead to discovering an elf bug just by coming down to have a look,” Russell lied insincerely, fooling the common folk.

But he couldn’t fool Eric and Charles.

Whether it was the previous birch bug or this dandelion bug, both had appeared too suddenly and were found by sheer chance by Russell.

Thinking about it carefully, there had to be some secret behind it.

Russell, however, didn’t mind what others thought; first, he was the son of Mr. Luo Man and no one in Glowing Valley dared to scheme against him; second, in this world of transcendent powers, everything could be attributed to the influence of the Shadowflame Dragon.

For instance, Charles was now shouting, “Thank the Shadowflame Dragon of the Grand Ducal family, please look over Wuyao Snake Manor more often!”

“Blessed by the dragon’s gaze!” Eric remarked in a low voice.

The Wildcat sisters were looking at Russell, their eyes gleaming, convinced they’d followed the right person.

They had come to understand Russell’s character and deemed him a lord worth following; they’d also gotten to know of Russell’s talent—no matter what, becoming a Phantom Beast Knight was a certain future. And now, they had personally experienced Russell’s luck.

As everyone often said, “Blessed by the dragon’s gaze,” indeed, Russell was watched over by the Great Dragon.

Following such a lord promised a bright future.

“To ensure the successful nurturing of this dandelion elf bug, nutrition is essential,” Russell instructed as he called for the technician, Rudi, “You serf engineers should know how to fertilize the cordyceps, right?”

“I have some understanding, Sir,” Rudi replied humbly. “Judging by the current situation, this dandelion cordyceps is growing very well, and the likelihood of the elf bug nurturing itself naturally is quite high. If we put a little more effort into fertilizing, we should be able to nurture it successfully.”

“Then I will leave it for you to handle,” Russell commanded indifferently; in reality, a single breath of Dragonflame from the Little Dream Dragon would be enough to nurture the elf bug.

Rudi and the serf technicians could at best decorate on the cake.

Later, Russell also tasked his Knight Attendant, John, with forming a temporary dandelion cordyceps guard squad: “You lead the team to protect this cordyceps for now. After the elf bug is nurtured, we can consider transplanting it.”

John was currently serving as an escort officer, which was for transporting the criminals sentenced by the manor’s court, but while minor disputes among the serfs were constant, there had yet to be any actual crime.

Thus, he had little work to do and gladly accepted the order, “Yes, Sir.”

Everything was settled.

Russell then returned to the manor’s guesthouse, patiently waiting for the nurturing of the dandelion elf bug; with the help of Dragonflame to hasten the process, he assumed it wouldn’t take long before he could bind with another elf bug.

“The speed at which I’m adding elf bugs to my collection is quite fast… If I were to visit the entire manor, who knows how many elf bugs I might find… Keep up the good work, and if my father asks, I’ll just say the Shadowflame Dragon must have taken a liking to me…”

In short, the Little Dream Dragon needed to remain inconspicuous and focus on its growth.

And at the moment, the Shadowflame Dragon served as the perfect cover—it was said the Shadowflame Dragon spent most of its time healing in a volcano, and even the Duke had difficulty meeting it, naturally, no one could seek validation from it.

Actually seeking confirmation would likely yield no answer.

The Shadowflame Dragon’s influence over the power of the entire Shadowflame Duchy was not deliberate, but a spontaneous expansion.

In short, the Shadowflame Dragon simply provided power; where and how it radiated depended upon fate.

He did not invite the officials to stay for lunch.

Despite being thick-skinned and unwilling to leave, Charles did so only when Russell looked at him and said calmly, “The salary of a tutor, the salary of the Chancellor of Records, Charles, go back to your stone house and enjoy the food you like.”

“Uh,” Charles laughed awkwardly, “The culinary skills of my cook can’t compare to Mrs. Moore, let alone the delicious pastries made by Mrs. Brown… Haha, I’ll be going now, Sir.”

“Take a bottle of wine with you when you go back,” Russell shook his head.

When it came to many of Charles’s actions, they didn’t conform to the qualities a qualified subordinate should possess, and his abilities were not irreplaceable. Occasionally, he would even overstep the boundaries between lord and servant.

But Russell had inherited everything from his predecessor, including the bonds with Charles and Eric.

In times of his predecessor’s need, it had been Charles and Eric who stood by him, encouraging him.

Therefore, Russell didn’t want to sever that bond.

Moreover, there was another significant factor. At present in Wuyao Snake Manor, everyone treated him with utmost respect, including Eric. Only Charles would banter with him, playing the role of a friend.

Whether for better or worse, at least Charles could offer Russell a sense of friendship.

This was irreplaceable.

That’s why Russell always indulged Charles to some extent, but of course, only to an extent. If Charles shirked the work he should have done, Russell would scold and punish him without mercy, for the interests of the lord must not be shaken.

After sending Charles away, Russell had a quiet lunch by himself, tasting the new dishes Mrs. Moore had been experimenting with.

“Pah…” Russell spat out the food in his mouth, “Tell Mrs. Moore, this ‘Edamame Bean Paste’ tastes worse than dog shit.”

Butler Morris laughed and said, “I will relay the message exactly as you said it, my lord.”

Soon enough, Mrs. Moore, who had finished busying herself with all the dishes and was preparing to rest, received Russell’s harsh critique.

Rather than being terrified with every dish as before, Mrs. Moore quickly adapted and was no longer timid. “Alright, Mr. Morris, please tell the lord that I will definitely put my heart into improving this ‘Edamame Bean Paste’.”

“Do put some heart into it, Mrs. Moore,” Butler Morris said, “The lord is really looking forward to that dish.”

“Of course, of course,” Mrs. Moore agreed.

Once Butler Morris had left, she immediately began to mutter, “How could the lord say my Edamame Bean Paste tastes worse than dog shit? I worked so hard on it, and it tasted okay when I tried it!”

Looking at the Edamame Bean Paste brought back to her, Mrs. Moore took a few beans and ate them. “It’s not that bad…as if the lord has eaten dog shit…ah, I’ve sinned, I’ve sinned. The lord is so kind, so generous, better than anyone! How can I speak ill of the lord!”

As she spoke,

Mrs. Moore lightly slapped her own face, saying, “By the Great Dragon’s gaze, I only have reverence and love for the lord!”

The kitchen maid Barbara, who came in carrying a basin of water, happened to witness this scene, and immediately exclaimed in shock, “What are you doing, Mrs. Moore? Are you harming yourself?”

“You’re the one who’s harming yourself!” Mrs. Moore immediately scolded, “Focus on your work and stop meddling in other people’s business!”

“Yes, Mrs. Moore,” Barbara, who was used to Mrs. Moore’s authoritarian policy, put down the basin and prepared to leave.

“Where are you going?”

“Mrs. Brown asked me for a favor.”

“Mrs. Brown, Mrs. Brown, oh heavens, Barbara, in your eyes is the cook me, Mrs. Moore, or Mrs. Brown!” Mrs. Moore said dramatically, “Silly girl, following me is the only way you’ll learn to cook, I’m the only one willing to teach you!”

Barbara quickly reassured, “It’s just a small favor, Mrs. Moore, I’m definitely your kitchen maid!”

“Hurry back!” Mrs. Moore was still displeased, “That Brown, she can make bread, something one could make with one hand, yet she dares to boss around kitchen maids!”

“I’ll be right back!” Barbara ran off quickly.

Actually, Barbara preferred following Mrs. Brown to make various types of bread and desserts, more than learning to cook with Mrs. Moore.

Her greatest life goal was to one day open her own bakery and have more bread than she could ever eat.