The castle was already bustling with preparations for Liszt's birthday celebration.
These past few days, aside from worrying about how to raise the little fire dragon, Liszt did not have much else to do. As a result, he devoted more of his energy to the glass greenhouse.
The potion seeds with a one-third germination rate had already grown sturdy. Their growth was somewhat slow, but they were healthy enough. The Ship-Growing Wood was also growing well, though just as slowly. Logically, the sprout stage should have been the fastest-growing period, yet that was hardly apparent in either the potion seeds or the Ship-Growing Wood.
Watering them, fertilizing them.
He had great expectations for these potion seeds.
If they all grew into potions, that would be an enormous fortune. What Liszt lacked most right now was potions. It was not merely that he had no money to buy them; he also had no way to purchase them in sufficient quantities—potions were commodities every noble needed, and very few were put up for sale.
Even in Liszt's own territory, the potions produced had been reclaimed by the Black Tulip and were supplied entirely for Liszt's personal use.
Not a single potion had ever been sold to outsiders.
"I really hope I can sell a Space Gem and trade it for enough wealth to support me and the little fire dragon." He touched the four Space Gems hanging from his chest as he thought.
Of the four Space Gems, three were already full. Only one was kept as commonly used storage space, ready to be filled or emptied whenever needed.
The three full ones mainly held books, mithril, Blue Iron, Plastic Aluminum, potion seeds, Ship-Growing Wood, jade, crystals, Magic Beast meat, dragon-breed milk, and the like. One Space Gem had not been enough