Warm Dragon

Because the baron and his wife took Laura to the hot springs at Dafeng Manor and visited their grandmother, Mrs. Ingrid.

So Russell was bored in the castle, and he always felt that Mr. Ross, who was squatting on the top of the tower, had ill intentions towards him. So after finishing lunch, he proposed to go to the clay mine to take a look and pick out some high-quality products. Clay particles.

"What do you want that thing for?" Roland, the eldest brother, was confused.

“Growing Pearls.”

"What?" Roland was confused.

Russell had no intention of hiding it. After all, if he really succeeded in cultivating magic pearls, he would have to rely on the fluorescent castle's caravan to sell them to the outside world.

He fully explained his plan to artificially cultivate pearls: "It is too insignificant to dig food from the land. Even if you plant a year's worth of magic medicine, it will not be as profitable as a trip to the snowfield to hunt snow ghosts."

"So you are dissatisfied with the low income from farming in the manor, so you are thinking about planting pearls so that you can make money by selling magic pearls?" Roland shook his head and asked.

"Yes."

"Hahahaha, Russell, Russell!" Roland finally couldn't hold back his laughter. "You are too naive. Pearls are magic creations. How can magic creations be grown by the hands of you and me? It's simply bizarre!"

"What if it happens?"

"There is no chance, let's give up this idea as soon as possible, Russell, listen to my brother's advice." Roland smiled and said solemnly, "Everything we have is given by the dragon, and being grateful to the dragon is the most correct thing to do."

Russell stuck to his plan: "I still want to try."

Perhaps artificially cultured pearls were a fanciful thing in the world of Longmian Continent, but he still wanted to try.

It doesn't matter whether you succeed or not.

The important thing is to judge how the world works through such an experiment related to magic, and to have a little glimpse into the secret of the dragon, or the nature and underlying logic of the extraordinary power of this world.

It doesn't cost a lot of money anyway, just satisfy your curiosity.

"It's up to you." Roland stopped persuading, "You can go to the clay mine and go alone. I have to go to several manors in the afternoon to select a batch of fighting spirit seeds to replenish some seeds for the knight academy in the town... Alas, every day Every time I go to the snowfield, I will lose people.”

The two brothers separated.

Russell went to a manor not far from Fluorescent Castle, which contained the largest and first clay mine discovered in the territory.

The mines are being mined every year, but the reserves are still not decreasing.

There is no other reason. As long as the clay dragon Rose is still alive, its bloodline power will continue to be projected around the territory, and then new clay will be replenished for this mineral vein - the more peak the wyvern is, the more minerals it can nourish. Rich.

"Master Russell, welcome to your arrival." The person in charge of the mine came out to greet Russell.

Russell directly threw the waist tag given by his eldest brother Roland. The person in charge carefully checked the waist tag and made sure it was genuine. Then he respectfully handed the tag back and then signaled his subordinates to open the mine gate to let Russell go.

After all, the clay mine is a strategic asset of the Fluorescent Mushroom family, so even someone with Russell's status cannot get in without authorization.

After entering the mine, dirty and messy scenery is an indispensable sight.

Countless miners, either strong or lean, worked hard under the supervision of supervisors, sweating profusely without even bothering to wipe off their backs.

Under the yellow surface, there are red clay minerals.

There is no large mechanical equipment. The entire clay mine adopts the most primitive manual mining method, with miners digging underground and livestock transporting the ore. The ore is crushed nearby and then sifted through sieves to select suitable clay.

Russell rode a black horse and wandered around the mine, with the person in charge accompanying him step by step.

Kevin, the golden and silver wolfdog, followed Russell vigilantly and was responsible for Russell's safety.

Suddenly.

Russell saw several mountains of dirt piled outside the mine, and asked curiously: "Are these also clay?"

"These are clay residues."

"Clay slag?"

The person in charge smiled and explained: "Master Russell, not all the soil dug out can be used as clay to make ceramics. These are dregs with extremely low magic power. Ceramics cannot be fired. Only the core clay can be fired. ceramics."

"Then what to do with this dirt? Just throw it away like this?"

"Backfilling, when a mine is hollowed out, we will backfill the dregs. Maybe in a few decades, these dregs can be re-nourished by Mr. Ross into core clay... After all, they also have weak magic power, It’s more nourishing than ordinary soil.”

"Hmm." Russell narrowed his eyes.

He suddenly discovered that although the fluorescent mushroom family he belonged to knew how to make beautiful and powerful ceramics, they seemed to have never thought about making bricks.

So whether they are building castles or houses, they always quarry rocks from Bendian Mountain and Jiandao Mountain. They have never thought that bricks can be made from soil. In Russell's view, burning bricks is much simpler than mining rocks. .

After all, bricks don't need magic power. The clay slag soil all over the place is the most suitable raw material.

"Is it because there is not enough coal that we are reluctant to burn it?"

With this question in mind, Russell asked the person in charge of the mine: "Have you never thought about burning this dirt?"

"Why burn them? They can't be burned into porcelain, or even rough pottery. They can only be burned into hard stone dregs." The person in charge didn't quite understand Russell's idea. In his opinion, the only function of dregs is Backfill.

"Can't you build a house by burning the stones into uniform sizes?"

"This..." The mine manager shook his head, "You have to ask the Baron, I am only responsible for mining clay."

Do it as you think.

Russell picked a little of the best clay newly mined from the clay mine and took it away, then returned to the Fluorescent Castle and planned to stay there for a night.

When it was evening, the Baron and his wife returned to the castle with their little daughter, and Russell came out to greet them.

"Russell!" Lola smiled at Russell, her teeth were almost full, and she was not beautiful, but at least not ugly.

"Lola, is it comfortable to soak in the hot spring?"

"Comfortable!"

"That's good." Russell was not very good at expressing his feelings, even for his own sister, he still felt a little restrained.

Mrs. Meryl smiled and asked, "Why are you here today? Your father and I just went to the Gale Manor to visit your grandmother. Your grandmother praised the reading glasses you gave her and wore them to read letters every day."

"Does your grandmother have so many letters to read?" Russell found a blind spot.

"There are many, all of which are letters to your aunt Luo Bi. After the business is restored, we can write a hundred letters a month, and we have to communicate with each other about everything." Mrs. Meryl explained and complained.

After a pause, Mrs. Meryl whispered again: "If you don't know, you would think that your aunt Luo Bi is the mistress of the Valley of the Light."

Baron Roman frowned when he heard this: "Luo Bi only comes back once every few years, and no one can shake your position as the mistress... Okay, don't say this in front of the children, go in quickly... By the way, Carter, go to the wine cellar and get two bottles of 1971 Black Pearl, Russell and I will have a good drink."

A group of people entered the door.

Mrs. Meryl ordered again: "Carter, by the way, say hello to the kitchen and make a mint soup to relieve heat. Lola has been soaking in the hot spring for too long, and we need to remove some dampness and heat for her."

"As you wish, sir and madam." Butler Carter bowed and went to work.