"Milord, as you instructed, we dug another ten ponds along both banks of the Glimmering River this year to cultivate Pearl Mussels."
Ribs Jimmy, the mussel keeper, took mussel farming very seriously and was highly confident in it.
Though he was still a serf, he had already been rated as a skilled serf, and his treatment had improved considerably. Moreover, since the mussel ponds were near Cigar Courtyard, he often got to see Russell. That honor surpassed that of most serfs on the estate.
As a result, he had easily found a wife and established a family. His wife was already pregnant.
"Under Lord Charles's leadership, as soon as the warm season arrived, I hired a group of capable lads to wade into the river and gather mussels. Then I hired several deft-handed women workers to help me implant pearl nuclei into the mussels."
After a year of experimentation, coupled with some guidance from Russell, Ribs Jimmy had developed a method for cultivating pearls.
"I inspected the ponds yesterday and today, and I found that the mortality rate of these mussels has fallen by half!" Ribs Jimmy said proudly, then scratched the back of his head. "Those women are so gentle with their hands that the mussels can take it!"
"Leave the implantation of pearl nuclei to the women workers from now on."
"Yes, milord."
After asking about the mussel ponds, Russell had a fairly clear picture of the situation. It could be said that, relying on the scientific knowledge from his old home on Earth, he had successfully deciphered part of magic's mysteries.
Earth Power lay hidden underground, and in the Warm Lands irradiated by dragons, Earth Power was clearly more abundant.
That was why such wondrous creations could be born.
But that did not mean humans could not