"This system is really tricky! It actually hides such a great treasure!" Roland smacked his lips in laughter. Compared to the impoverished refugees, citizens with assets and various skills are more conducive to the development of Jiliu City!
"Huh! Going back to sleep!" Roland exhaled, rubbed his stiff hands, tightened his fur coat, and walked towards the castle.
"Sir!" Suddenly someone called Roland from behind.
"What's the matter?" Roland knew it was Caslo calling him as soon as he heard the name.
"Sir! You are really trying to trick me!" Caslo said helplessly with a bitter face.
"What's wrong? How did I trick you?" Roland asked with his eyes wide open, puzzled.
"Sage Yunfeng..." Caslo stared at Roland with a resentful look, which made Roland feel creepy.
"Um... doesn't he need some pure dragon blood to make a dragon blood potion? I asked him to come to you. It's okay to give up some of Cardo's blood anyway!" Roland said embarrassedly. It was unheard of for him to be caught red-handed by the real culprit.
"My dear sir! What Yun Feng wants is the essence and blood! My dragon is already useless after just a little blood was drained... and now it has been lying there like a corpse for a long time!" Caslo complained. Cardo, whose essence and blood had been drained a lot, fell into a weak period directly.
"What? Blood essence?" Roland was confused. He thought that just blood would be enough, but he didn't expect that he would have to collect blood essence.
"Sir, how can such a precious potion as dragon blood potion be prepared with the blood of ordinary dragons... Then how many masters can be produced by killing a dragon?" Caslo rolled his eyes helplessly.
"This time, Sage Yunfeng shamelessly took 10 drops of blood from Cardo. We should be thankful that this amount of blood can be used to make three bottles of potion." Kaslo pouted. You know, the probability of failure of dragon blood potion is also very high. One drop of blood can be used to make one potion, and a success rate of 30% is good.
"Uh..." Roland was dumbfounded. After all this time, the clown turned out to be him.
"Alas! Luckily, I didn't draw too much, I'm just a little weak. If I had drawn more, I'd be completely useless!" Kaslo sighed. What a loss! A good Sky Dragon Knight was turned into a "walking chicken" because of Roland's words and a piece of paper... How miserable!
"Um... nothing much, I'm going to go back and rest!" Roland felt the resentment emanating from Kaslo and ran away, otherwise he would have to listen to the complaints of a quasi-dragon knight again.
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"Your Highness!" A dull voice sounded outside the tent. From the sound of it, it seemed that the knight sent by Roland had returned.
"Come in!" Roland sat up straight. He had to maintain his image in front of his subordinates. If he slumped down in the chair and was seen by his subordinates, he would be socially dead.
"Your Highness, we've checked it out!" The knight of the Holy Glory Knights slipped into the tent and whispered to Roland.
"Oh?" Roland leaned forward slightly, showing great interest. He was curious about what kind of talents there were in his territory.
"Your Highness, the citizens who can be investigated at present include Rochelle from the tavern, Xiaoxiao the baker, Barbaros the blacksmith, Seville the leatherworker! And a few ordinary citizens." said the knight.
"No way! There are only four citizens with special abilities? What about the other citizens?" Roland asked hurriedly.
"The other citizens are just ordinary people with some assets, there's nothing special about them. It's these few who have shown special abilities!" the knight said respectfully.
"Don't worry about Rosa, what about the remaining three citizens?" Roland asked.
"The bread made by that female baker is delicious! Your Highness ordered the bread for your meal from her. She is the first baker I have ever seen who can make black bread so delicious that it makes people salivate!" The knight's voice was full of admiration and praise! It is conceivable that the chef's skills must be superb to make black bread, a bread that is difficult to swallow, look so delicious.
"Well, not bad! She's a talented person. Let's help her to the best of our ability without breaking the law!" Roland thought for a moment and made the decision. He meant to help her open a bakery so that more people could eat delicious meals. After all, the meals made by the refugee women were not delicious but barely edible.
"Where's the blacksmith?" Roland was most concerned about the blacksmith. The blacksmith shop was currently run by half-baked guys like Ren Xiaoqiang. Although they could also forge iron, they were not the most professional after all. Yun Feng was very professional, but asking him to make ordinary ironware was a waste of talent!
"He's a qualified blacksmith! He built a small furnace in the city, recruited a dozen men, picked up broken weapons and armor, and made tools and weapons. His business is pretty good." The knight smiled.
"That's great, let him do it!" Roland thought and thought that if he let him forge it himself, it should be enough for the people in Jiliu City to use. It would be a bit of a waste to recruit him to use the lava forge.
"How about this leatherworker? We have a huge demand for leather armor now, and many knights' leather armor has been worn out." Roland said with a gloomy look. It's ridiculous that the once extremely prosperous Lagrande Empire can't even provide the knights with enough armor now. It's sad and lamentable!
"This leatherworker is quite good! He has already started tanning leather to make leather armor!" The knight said with a smile. His lining leather armor was also worn out. As the last stand of Lagrande, who would have known that underneath the shiny plate armor was a patched leather armor with holes all over it?
"That's great! Let's send all the accumulated furs over there and have him find a few apprentices to train them! Tell him that we are in urgent need of leather armor. Although there is no war now, it will be not far away from you and me! Tell this leatherworker Sewell to hurry up! I order him as King Lagrande! Lord of the City of Rapids! Everyone must be equipped with new leather armor before the end of spring plowing! There will be a huge reward if you complete it! If you delay! Humph!" Roland snorted coldly.
"Yes! Your Highness!" After receiving the order, the knight pounded his chest and obediently left the tent.
"Alas! The talent gap is still too big! There are so few refugees with special talents! Even if there are, they are only half-baked!" Roland complained in his heart. It must be said that citizens are so good! Having citizens with their own talents is simply the resource Roland needs most right now! Rapid City is in ruins and has nothing, but fortunately, Rapid City has welcomed a real blacksmith, at least in terms of tools, they can be self-sufficient for the time being.
"Haha!" Roland walked to the door, lifted the curtain and stretched his hand out. The cold wind blew across Roland's hand, and the icy air flow cut on the back of his hand like a steel knife.
Roland pursed his lips, staring at the dancing snowflakes before sighing softly. Being a lord is truly difficult! The aura of kingship and the seemingly unstoppable success described in novels are all lies! Living in the chaotic world of Middle-earth, one must not only battle against the heavens but also the earth! At the very least, one must contend with various alien races... Sigh! It's so difficult!
"Huh?" Roland suddenly saw a pile of dirt not far ahead from the corner of his eye.
"Is this... the grass sprouting?" Roland said in surprise as he looked at the green grass that had just emerged.
"Spring is here? Looks like we need to prepare for spring plowing! We have to plant more this time so we don't have to borrow food from others in winter!" Roland swore.