Why Work So Hard

For three days, Liszt busied himself writing The Theory of Interaction Between Three-State Magic Arrays and Reality. Meanwhile, the officials at the administrative office had already drafted a plan for industrial relocation.

The plan stipulated that, within a year, all Elf Bug Grass would gradually be relocated to Black Horse Island for protection. Medicinal plants such as tulips, thorns, Flame Mushrooms, and Dragon Sunflowers would likewise be gradually transferred to Black Horse Island for cultivation. Flower Town would retain only ordinary crops, relying on compost for fertilization.

As for the workshops—the bone craftsman's shop, magic workshop, crystal workshop, brewing workshop, and soap-making workshop—they would all be moved to Port Town. Most of the craftsmen would also relocate there, leaving Flower Town's shops and workshops to their apprentices.

The plan was very detailed.

Liszt had little to add. He readily approved the plan and handed it over to the officials for implementation.

What concerned him more was the Smoke mission.

"Mission complete. Reward: oily mutated Corn Grass."

"Hm?" When Liszt saw the two Snake Script characters for "oily," disappointment flashed through his eyes. "So it still isn't corn on the cob? An oily mutated variety—will it grow into soybean oil, sesame oil, or compete with peanut oil?"

At present, the oil consumed in the castle was pressed from soybeans and peanuts. Liszt found both acceptable and had no more discerning requirements.

Therefore.

Oily Corn Grass was hardly a reward worth celebrating.

He turned to the new Smoke mission: "Mission: Reviving Fire Dragon Bones. Have you already forgotten? Dried dragon bones require the nourishment of magic power. Only then can they produce results that stir your heart. Please organize serfs to mine ten tons of volcanic glass. Reward: agitation of the Rubber Bugs."

After reading it, he immediately had a clear idea.