The Mighty Dragons Are Dead - Chapter 153:

Chapter 153: Chapter 0153: The Earth Matron Who Refused to Mate

After Liszt left.

The serfs, busy with their work, began to whisper amongst themselves.

“Lord Landlord’s pet is so formidable, I don’t even dare to look at it. When it roars, my whole body trembles,” one serf said in amazement as they watched the Fierce Earth Dog’s retreating figure.

“Of course, the Fierce Earth Dog is the King of Thorn Ridge, only the great Lord Landlord could tame it.”

“Yes, Lord Landlord is a noble graced with the glory of a knight, with a single sword he can subdue any Magical Beast. This winter, we no longer have to fear the Magical Beasts eating people.”

“Thorn Ridge, ah, who would’ve thought we would chop down all the trees there.”

“It’s a pity my family isn’t large enough, and I don’t have enough tools, otherwise I would definitely reclaim ten more acres of wasteland… The officials in town said, the more you farm, the more grain you get to keep! My son is reaching the marrying age next year, I need to prepare enough food and a house for him, otherwise, he won’t be able to get a wife.”

“Hey, Old Brown, has your son found a girl willing to be with him?”

“Of course, I asked Captain Grantaire of the Fresh Flower Caravan, and he promised he’d find a girl who speaks Wind Language for my son, right, with a big butt!”

“It’s the new serfs Lord Landlord recently purchased, I heard they come from the Eagle Kingdom, is that right?”

“Only the Eagle Kingdom speaks Wind Language, but here in Coral Island, Lord Landlord will have them speak Serpent Script. By the way, Old Brown, why don’t you find one? Among the newly purchased serfs, there are several older women who would be a perfect match for you, to help you with housework and farming.”

Old Brown smiled bashfully, “Heh heh, I’m on the lookout.”

“Those women from the continent can’t speak Serpent Script, if Old Brown marries one, the two would only be able to gesture.”

“As long as they can lie in bed, it doesn’t matter if they can’t talk, as long as they can perform the motions, haha.”

“Old Brown’s good days are coming.”

“Praise Lord Landlord!”

“Praise Lord Landlord, life in Fresh Flower Town is getting better and better.”

The serfs had a simple way of thinking, life was better than before, all thanks to Lord Landlord, so they must praise Lord Landlord and farm more, work harder for him.

Walls, iron cage.

After losing her freedom, the life of the Earth Matron was confined to this small piece of land.

From initial resistance to gradual acceptance, now the times when Douson came to visit were her happiest and most exciting moments. Even faintly, she had started to like these peaceful days, her days filled with eating and sleeping, occasionally getting up to mate, enjoying Douson’s fierce thrusts.

“Woof woof!”

The sound of Douson’s bark, drawing nearer from afar.

The Earth Matron lying on the ground sleeping immediately got up and went to the edge of the cage, responding with a bark: “Woof woof!”

Moments later, the gate to the enclosure opened, and the two Fierce Earth Dogs saw each other. Liszt was still riding on Douson’s back, leisurely approaching the cage, now entering Earth Matron’s magic release range. However, Earth Matron did not release any magic; she almost forgot about Rock Spike.

Her conditioning was simple.

Release magic—food is taken away.

After a few days, the Earth Matron was left with the impression that each time she released her magic, she would go hungry. If she didn’t release magic, food would appear.

So, it no longer released its magic.

The instincts of the beast told it that eating was far more important than magic.

However, it was only because Liszt relied on the Dou Qi Secret Technique, Eye of Magic, that he dared to approach so casually. The castle servants who fed the Earth Matron did not dare to come in.

They moved the cage, allowing Douson to enter the iron cage for a rendezvous with the Earth Matron.

What should have been a smooth mating process encountered a problem: the Earth Matron could accept Douson’s affection but firmly resisted, forbidding Douson’s request to mate.

“What is this?” Liszt had a flash of insight, “Could it be that the Earth Matron is pregnant?”

A pregnant female would resist mating; of course, a female not in heat would do the same. However, the Earth Matron was supposed to be in heat, and it hadn’t been resisting mating before.

Anyway, since the Earth Matron was resisting, it meant that it either was no longer in heat or was already pregnant and no longer suitable for forced mating — previously, Douson mated with it every day but failed to impregnate it, because the Earth Matron wasn’t in heat — heat involves the ovulation of animals.

Without eggs, how could it become pregnant.

“Douson, come out,” Liszt knocked on the cage.

Douson didn’t want to come out and only after several urges did it reluctantly step out.

“It seems I need to go to Coral City to buy some female large wolves to bring back; otherwise, Douson’s vigorous energy won’t have any outlet, which is not a good thing.” Continuously holding back without proper diversion is not conducive to healthy development, “I just don’t know if Douson can produce offspring with the large wolves.”

The thought was quite exciting.

Perhaps they could breed a batch of magical beast bloodline wolf-dogs, similar to the quality of the Fire Dragon Horse.

“Douson is an intermediate magical beast, its bloodline is stronger, the mixed-breed magical beast pups will certainly be strong, and if selectively bred and reared over time, they might become an excellent breed of hunting dogs or work dogs… If it’s really possible, then I’ll build a dog farm to cultivate an army of wolf-dogs.”

He was lost in wonderful speculation.

A servant rushed in to report, “My lord, the magician from Coral City has arrived at the castle with the Fresh Flower Caravan.”

“Go back.”

Liszt turned around, riding the Douson who looked back three steps at a time, returning to the castle.

The people from the Fresh Flower Caravan were busy unloading goods and moving them into the castle’s cellar, while another carriage parked on Douson Avenue. A tall, thin man in a black cloak stood in front of the carriage, gazing at the nearby town. Beside him was a thin little boy also clad in a cloak.

This was none other than the magician Grandini Truth and his magic apprentice.

“Mr. Grandini, welcome to Fresh Flower Town.” Despite Liszt’s dissatisfaction with the belated arrival of the magician, his face still wore the standardized noble smile.

Grandini flipped back his cloak, revealing disheveled brown hair: “The roads of Fresh Flower Town are quite good, actually paved with stones; I thought they would be muddy. Baron Liszt, constructing stone roads costs quite a few Gold Coins, even if a Noble needs to maintain appearances, why waste it on a road?”

As he spoke, his gaze was fixed on Douson.

Now Douson, wherever it went, became the focus of attention — its massive body and formidable presence had an astonishing effect.

“Tsk, tsk, such a fine Fierce Earth Dog, majestic and extraordinary, truly fitting of the title King of Thorn Ridge, it’s far superior to low-level magical beasts. Possessing it is your good fortune.”

“No, following me is its good fortune,” Liszt extended his hand to gesture, “Let’s talk inside the castle; Mr. Carter has already prepared teas and drinks.”

Grandini did not move, his eyes still intently looking at Douson: “Baron Liszt, I wonder if I might have the honor to study this Fierce Earth Dog? Perhaps I could pay to buy it from you. You should know, the value of a magical beast lies in the Magic Equipment it can produce.”

Liszt’s smile turned cold: “Heh, you’re thinking too much.”