The Defeated Dragon Chapter 216

Chapter 216 – Face to Face With The Spy

The footprints lead to the castle gates and then disappeared.

No one noticed this, including the knights patrolling around the castle braving the heavy snow.

In the castle kitchen, Mrs. Abby's voice was so loud that it echoed in the castle halls. Butler Carter was wiping lamps and decorations and would only shrug his shoulders when he heard the noise.

"She is so rude. Why do you tolerate her?" Thomas said as he sorted out the stools in the hall.

Carter doesn't like Thomas, not only because of his authority as a steward, but also because Thomas always says bad things about others. Carter replied solemnly, “Because she is Mrs. Abby, because the master loves to eat the delicious food she makes, and the servants like it as well.”

"I think so too, but if she hadn't mastered her cooking, she would have been fired by the master."

“That's not necessarily the case. The master is a benevolent n.o.bleman. He will provide a new post for Mrs. Abby.”

“The master is too kind to his servants. If I had a say in it, Jessie, Tom, and Irene should be fired. They are just a waste.”

“It's best not to let the master hear this. Everyone is doing their own thing. They do not make mistakes and should not be called a waste.”

“Hha.” Thomas sneered. “Anyone can do better than them!”

As they were talking, Mrs. Abby's soprano voice suddenly filled the kitchen. "d.a.m.n Irene, didn't I ask you to wash the dishes? Now you have delayed the master's dinner! Your a.s.s will kiss my boots!"

It was followed by Irene's loud retort, “I'm was.h.i.+ng the beans, that's what you ordered!”

“Oh, did you? Don't be sloppy was.h.i.+ng the beans and vegetables now!”

“Do you know how many beans there are? Maggie, come and tell Mrs. Abby. I think her eyes are old!”

“Oh my G.o.d, you are being a rebel, Irene!” The kitchen squabble provided Thomas with something to talk about and he snorted, “That's what you said, everybody's doing something, but the truth is, waste is waste.”

Carter ignored him and just said, “Have you set up the tables and chairs upstairs? Today's dinner party is ahead of schedule, don't delay your tasks.”

“Tom and Jesse didn't set tables and chairs?”

“They are responsible for delivering food to town, so I leave this job to you.”

“Hha!”

Thomas laughed, but still went upstairs. He was just a male servant and needed to obey the butler.

Meanwhile, the quarrel in the kitchen hadn't stopped. Mrs. Abby was still in a blowing state. She kept snarling, and Irene still angrily refuted Mrs. Abby. But the work in the kitchen was done well, there was no delay due to the quarrels. Even the little maid interns performed their duties as if nothing was happening.

Everyone was used to the strange relations.h.i.+p between Mrs. Abby and Irene. Sometimes they look like enemies, sometimes they look like mother and daughter.

Maggie was used to it too.

She held a broom and swept up the rotten vegetables on the floor. These rotten vegetables were what the serfs fed to the chickens.

“Maggie, do you want to eat?” Just after the little quarrel stopped, Irene, who was in charge of was.h.i.+ng the dishes, suddenly took out a handful of dried peanuts from the corner.

“No need, Sister Irene. I haven't eaten yet but I have this.” She also took a handful of dried peanuts from the corner.

There were peanut processing workshops all over town. Many peeled peanuts are bought every day. Fully packed peanuts are suitable for making all kinds of peanut snacks and peanut b.u.t.ter, which are sold through the caravan. The remaining dried peanuts would be picked through and divided as snacks for the castle servants.

Of course working in the castle has some perks that ordinary people cannot enjoy.

Irene put her peanuts in her pocket and said, “It's best to toast these. When Mrs. Abby leaves the kitchen after dinner, we can toast it ourselves.”

“Mrs. Abby….. not allowed.”

“Just don't let her find it. Rest a.s.sured, I will clean the pot so she won't find out.”

“But, Mr. Carter, find out, yes, punish you.”

“It's okay, we'll just toast the peanuts in a pan. Mr. Carter won't blast anyone. He, like the Lord, never maltreats the servants, even if I'm just a kitchen maid.”

“Well, okay.” Maggie licked her lips. After tasting the toasted peanuts once, she liked the delicious snack. It was much better than the dinner that the servants eat every day.

——–

In the bathroom.

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

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

The little fire dragon was not a stable nor safe energy source.

It must be a.s.sured that it will provide heat and be secured at the same time. Designing such would be brain-consuming. Blacksmiths and carpenters in Flower Town do not have this brain knowledge to design a bathtub spa.

“It is the three laws of thermodynamics or some kind of law, that specifies three properties of hot water—heat convection, heat conduction and heat radiation. The last one cannot be used for the time being, while heat conduction and heat convection are the most appropriate way. With heat conduction, as long as one part of the bath is heated, the water in the entire bath will heat up as well.”

He thought about it more.

Liszt was confused, it was taking him back to physics cla.s.s in his junior high school.

But he knows one thing, whether it's heating from the bottom of the bathtub, by water convection, the hot water rises, the cold water sinks, or by heating water from the side of the bath, so that the water keeps flowing to the other side, both requires a water tank isolated from the bath for the little dragon to heat up.

“I can't keep the little fire dragon heating all the time. After one would take a shower, the little fire dragon would have to be put away. So the volcanic gla.s.s jar must be immediately crafted by the craftsman ….. How to release the air bubbles inside the carved sculpture is a troublesome thing.”

He propped on a table and raised both legs on a chair.

He then picked up a piece of volcanic gla.s.s.

Liszt unleashed Magic Eye, and prepared to observe the fire dragon magic in the bubble again. He had to think about how to cooperate with the craftsman on how to collect the fire dragon magic.

But when the Magic Eye came into play, his eyes fell on the window of the study, and he was startled.

His hands shook, the volcanic gla.s.s was thrown away, and the chair fell out.

Fortunately he was flexible. He was able to twist his body and restrain his body from falling and held on to the table firmly.

Liszt had to forcibly s.h.i.+ft his eyes to the volcanic gla.s.s on the ground, instead of looking at the window position– there was a magic human figure leaning against the wall. It can be seen that this was a woman with full b.r.e.a.s.t.s, crossing her hands against her chest, her eyes seemingly staring at Liszt.

Liszt considered his library to be a safe place, that's why the magical figure absolutely scared him.

It's a good thing Liszt disguised his surprise with the help of an awkward fall.

The magic human figure was not alarmed, the other party just changed its position and continued to lean against the wall, staring at Liszt.

“What? What is this?” Liste bent down, carefully picking up the volcanic gla.s.s, forcing himself to calm down, thinking about what this sudden magic humanoid was.

He waited for the figure to straighten up.

The panic after the fright had calmed down quickly, and his brain returned to normal. He immediately remembered the reward of the smoke mission-a thief spying on the Lord.