: 182 The Secret Behind the Name
"Richard, I have taken some people to deal with the dragon skeleton." Bucklan dragged his fat body into the hall, grabbed the teapot and puffed it out, then wiped his mouth and said, "To be honest, he fell to the ground from mid-air. , That kind of impact like a meteorite falling to the ground is too violent even for a giant dragon."
"Broken?" Lord Lord was feeding Qiqiu with dried figs.
The little thing has an ivory ring around its neck, and its head is obviously bigger, not counting its tail, but also an arm long. A faint red line began to grow along the spine on the shiny black fur.
It lay on the table listlessly, and only opened the mouth to eat the fig when it was handed to its mouth.
"The ribs are almost all broken, and the skin on the belly is also torn. It's a pity. But the remaining skin alone is enough to make dozens of dragon leather armors. The elf tailors brought by Melissa say they can do this. Live, I'll let them try first." Buckland picked up a dried fig and swallowed it without chewing it in his mouth.
"Huh?" He suddenly realized that Qiqiu, who had always been very protective of food, had no response. He was very surprised, "Why it looks so dumb."
"It seems like I want to hibernate." Richard stretched out his hand and scratched Qiqiu's soft chin.
Ever since he transformed once in Winterfell that day, Qiqiu has been awake all day long. Richard also worried about whether he was ill, but although the little things were not energetic, he ate more and grew faster, and he looked healthy no matter how much he looked at.
Qiqiu stretched out his pink tongue, licked Richard's fingers, and rolled over lazily to reveal his fat belly. Before Richard could get started, a nasal bubble had blown on his little nose, and there was a slight snoring sound.
"Send it back to sleep." The lord lifted Qiqiu and gave it to the maid.
"It's boring." Buckland smacked his lips and put the figs hidden in his palms back into the fruit bowl. This simple bluffing method used to be unsatisfactory for Qiqiu, but today is the first time he has missed.
"Richard, why do you want all the elves to practice tattooing?" Annie opened the door, her voice coming first, "Now all the alpine castles are tattooed with white tigers on the backs of cows, which looks strange."
"Did they file a complaint with you?" Richard pushed Qiqiu's leftover figs in front of Annie, who smiled and nodded in thanks, took a bite and said, "It's so sweet."
"Sweet, eat more."
Although there is no shortage of money for a long time, Lord Lord may have experienced poor days. Anyhow, it is something bought with money and cannot be wasted easily.
"Thank you." Annie picked up another fig and said slurredly while chewing: "There is no complaint, but an elf girl accidentally fell off the back of a cow and sat on a large pile of cow dung. Now. I cry fiercely, no matter how hard I coax it, I can’t coax it well."
The elves' preferences for beauty and cleanliness are well known, even to the extreme. An elf girl would actually fall into the cow dung, this picture is really abrupt to think about.
Had it not pinched his thigh hard, the lord of Alpine Fort could hardly hold back a laugh.
"You haven't said why you want them to practice tattoos." Annie stared into Richard's eyes and said seriously: "Richard, the main reason that restricts magic tattoos is insufficient materials, not too few'palm needles'. Now the output of Moria’s poison cannot be increased, even if more palm needles are cultivated, what use is it?"
"Cough cough." Richard Qing cleared his throat and tried to calm his smile. "As long as you plant more Naxi daffodils, won't the problem be solved."
"No." Annie explained patiently, "Naxi narcissus is a magical plant that will condense toxic elements as it grows, but it is not completely immune to toxicity. Unless there is a moon well, it will rely on touching it. Luck, it’s very difficult to nurture."
"But the shaman of Gaoshan Fort masters the soil fertility technique!" Lord Lord snapped his fingers.
"How could it be useful." Annie asked with a frown. "If we can easily solve it by using more fertile soil, how can we still be trapped? Even if we don't master the magic, how to fertilize is no secret. Richard, you Wouldn't you think that elves are all beautiful vases, as brainless like goblins?"
Richard stretched out an index finger at the half-elf girl, and shook it coolly from side to side.
"I don't know if you have ever noticed that different plants have very different requirements for the growing soil. The marsh environment where reeds grow can kill cacti, and the saline soil like wattle fruit is not suitable for barley. For a plant Nutrients that are indispensable may be completely useless or even harmful to another plant."
Buckland rolled his eyes. What do you mean by that?
"If the soil fertility technique is just to improve the soil according to fixed standards, it will not be suitable for all plants, but I have tried it and it can be suitable for all plants." Richard said the secret buried in his heart for a long time, and smiled triumphantly.
He first discovered this problem when Dracula was still called Hendra. In that defensive battle, for the purpose of disguising the Skall heavy cavalry, Richard asked the monster to cast spells on the reeds, resulting in a dense green screen like a wall. Longer before, in order to embellish the boring environment on the top of the hills, the lord commanded to cast a spell on the bitter wattle, and the same effect was gratifying.
The kind of reeds growing by the Nutao River needs a saline-alkali environment. For these two plants, the criteria for fertility are completely different. But under the effect of soil fertility, they all grow very vigorously.
Just like two patients suffering from blood fever and anemia, one needs blood transfusion and the other needs bloodletting. But after drinking the same decoction, they all healed So at that time Richard was thinking, what is the effect of the name soil fertility spell, which is very earthy and more effective?
He is not a master of magic, and there is no way to conduct in-depth elemental research. But after a simple experiment, the Lord of Alpine Fortress can also draw a conclusion, and it is a conclusion that shocked him: this spell has no effect on the land!
The promotion of soil fertility to plants is carried out in a more direct way.
It is very similar to the Holy Light Divine Art-through the stimulation of the most essential vitality, no matter what kind of injury can be improved, there is no need to prescribe the right medicine like a doctor. Similarly, the soil fertility technique does not need to study what nutrients the plants need, just cast it to be useful.
"Soil fertility art, I don’t know who gave it the name, but it’s obviously not very appropriate. Moon Well? I don’t need that stuff. I also want to grow Naxi narcissus, and I have to tattoo a mana for the Gaoshan Fort soldier. Tattoos." Lord Lord looked around, there was silence, and his face was shocked.
"Why are you still stunned, it's time to applaud." He said slowly.