The Defeated Dragon

The footprints continued to the gate of the castle and disappeared.

No one noticed this, including the knights who braved the snow around the castle.

The kitchen of the castle, the voice of Mrs. Abi, was so loud that it could be heard in the hall. Butler Carter is wiping the lights and the ornaments on the walls, hearing the sound, and shrugging his shoulders.

"She is always so rude, why can you tolerate her?" Thomas said while arranging the stool in the hall.

Carter doesn't like Thomas, not only because Thomas despise his authority as a steward, but because Thomas always likes to say bad things about others. He replied solemnly: "Because she is Mrs. Abby, because the lord loves to eat the delicious food she makes, the servants also like it."

"I think so, if she didn't cook, she was fired by the master."

"That's not necessarily, the lord is a noble aristocrat, with kind qualities, he will provide a new position for Mrs. Abby."

"The lord is too kind to the servant. I want to say that Jesse, Tom, and Irene should be taken away. They are just waste."

"It is best not to let the master hear this. Everyone is doing their own thing. They have not made mistakes and should not be called waste."

"Oh." Thomas sneered. "If you switch to anyone, you can do better than them!"

As I said, there was a soprano from Mrs. Abby in the kitchen: "Damn Irene, I will let you wash the dishes, delay the dinner of the master, I will kiss your **** with boots!"

Then Irene’s loud rebuttal: “I am washing beans, this is what you told me!”

"Oh, isn't it, you won't be a bit more profitable, wash your beans and dishes!"

"Do you know how many beans, Maggie, you tell Mrs. Aby, I think her eyes are old!"

"God, are you going to rebel, Irene!"

The kitchen quarrel provided Thomas with material. He snorted with disdain: "This is what you said. Everyone is doing something, and the truth is that waste is waste."

Carter ignored it and said: "Are you setting up the tables and chairs upstairs? Today's evening party is ahead of schedule, don't delay."

"Tom and Jessie don't go to the table and chairs?"

"They are responsible for sending food to the town, so I will give you this job."

"Ha ha!"

Thomas sneered, but he went upstairs. He was just a close-knit servant and needed to follow the instructions of the butler.

However, the quarrel in the kitchen did not stop. Mrs. Abi was still in the state of hair dryer, and kept roaring. Irene still screamed and refuted Mrs. Abby. However, the work of the kitchen was orderly, and there was no stagnation due to quarrels. Even the internship maids had their own duties, if nothing had happened.

Everyone is used to the strange relationship between Mrs. Abby and Irene. Sometimes they are like enemies, sometimes they are like mothers and daughters.

Maggie is also used to it.

She took the broom and was responsible for sweeping the rotten leaves on the ground. These rotten leaves could feed the serfs to the chickens.

"Maggie, do you want to eat?" Irene, who had just stopped talking, was responsible for washing vegetables. Suddenly, from the corner, she pulled out a dry peanut, and like nothing, she reached the front of Maggie.

"No, Irene, I have, I haven't eaten yet." She also took out a dry peanut from the corner.

There are peanuts and workshops in the town. Many peeled peanuts are purchased every day. The full peanuts are suitable for making various peanut snacks and peanut butter, which are sold to the caravans. Picking up the remaining dried peanuts will separate a portion and give the servants of the castle a snack.

Working in the castle, of course there will be some benefits that ordinary people can't enjoy.

Irene put the peanuts in her pocket and said: "Peanuts are best fried. After the dinner, Mrs. Abby leaves the kitchen and we can fry the peanuts ourselves."

"Mrs. Abby, not allowed."

"As long as you don't let her find it, rest assured, I will clean the pot, she won't find it."

"But Mr. Carter, found, will, punish you."

"It doesn't matter, just fry the peanuts in a pot. Mr. Carter won't blame. Like the lord, he never treats our servants, even if I am just a kitchen maid."

"That, okay." Maggie licked her lips. After she had eaten peanuts once, she liked this delicious snack, which was much better than the dinner that the servant had every day.

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bathroom.

Liszt stood next to the bathtub and used a tape measure to constantly measure the area of ​​the bathtub and bathroom.

Collecting the data, he went straight to the study, took out the thick paper, began to write and paint on it, and designed the so-called bathtub hot spring.

Small fire dragons are not safe energy sources.

It must be ensured that it can be heated and protected. This is a brain-intensive design. The blacksmith and carpenter in the town of flowers must have no brains and insights to design a bathtub hot spring.

“It seems to be the three laws of thermodynamics, or what is the law that stipulates the three properties of hot water – heat convection, heat conduction and heat radiation. Thermal radiation is temporarily unavailable. Heat conduction and heat convection are the most suitable ways. As long as it is heated in a certain part of the bathtub, the water in the entire bathtub can be heated."

Thinking about it.

He felt that his brain was a little chaotic, and the contents of junior high school physics were basically returned to the teacher.

But he knows that no matter whether it is heated from the bottom of the bathtub, the water is convected, so that the hot water rises and the water sinks. Or to heat the water from the side of the bathtub, let the water temperature continue to pass to the other side, you need to have a water tank isolated from the bathtub, to heat the small fire dragon.

"You can't keep the small fire dragons heated all the time. After the shower, you have to collect the small fire dragons. So the volcanic glass jars have to be carved by the craftsmen immediately. When the carvings, how the bubbles inside are released is a trouble."

He held the table with one hand and bored the legs of the chair boringly.

Pick up a piece of volcanic glass again.

Show the magical eye, prepare to observe the magic dragon in the bubble, and think about how to cooperate with the craftsman to collect the magic of the dragon.

However, when the eyes of the magic were displayed, his eyes fell on the window of the study, and he was shocked.

With a hand shake, the volcanic glass was thrown away and the chair was dumped.

Fortunately, he is flexible, a twist, restraining his body and holding the table to stand firm.

Then force your eyes to the volcanic glass on the ground instead of looking at the window position—because there is a magical human figure, leaning against the wall. It can be seen that this is a woman with a full chest, holding her arms in her arms, and her eyes seem to be staring at Liszt.

The magical shape of the cold, which appears in the study he thinks is absolutely safe, has an unexpected effect and can definitely scare people.

Fortunately, Liszt concealed his surprise with the help of the fall.

Did not alarm the magical human form, the other party just changed the position, continue to lean against the wall, staring at Liszt.

"What is it? What is this?" Liszt bent down, carefully smashing the volcanic glass, forcing himself to calm down and think about what the magical human figure that suddenly appeared.

Wait for him to straight up.

The panic after the shock has quickly calmed down, and the brain has returned to wit, immediately recognizing the reward of the smoke mission - the thief who peeped at the lord.

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