The Mighty Dragons Are Dead

It was an expression filled with longing.

An Intermediate Magical Beast, paired with a Thorn Minor Elf, would undoubtedly propel Liszt to the position of Viscount. And he, following by Liszt’s side, charging into battle, the title of Honored Knight was within easy reach as well.

The aspiration to nobility of his family’s previous generations weighed on Marcus, who in turn placed his hopes on Liszt.

Liszt’s reliance was on Douson and Jela.

Liszt did not respond, only tentatively pointed at the sea and gave an order, “Douson, Rock Spike!”

Douson opened its mouth and spat out.

Suddenly, a not so thick pillar of rock appeared on the sea surface, which had barely emerged before it sank into the sea and disappeared.

“Woof woof!”

To its own Rock Spike, instantly submerged, Douson expressed confusion.

Liszt patted its large head and then turned to Marcus, “Creating something from nothing, albeit restricted by the environment, the Rock Spike is much smaller than on land, but the change in the nature of the magic power it represents is still awe-inspiring. I’m beginning to believe in the Triangle Theory that Granney mentioned.”

Mind, Magic Power, and Matter, the three could be converted.

In his heart of hearts, he was not enthusiastic about this theory, but there was no better theory to explain it.

However, Marcus clearly was not one to explore the mind: “Dragons can produce metals and gemstones, Elves can increase plant yield, these are natural laws. Douson can create rocks, just like Magicians can conjure fireballs. I think that’s natural.”

“Then do you believe in the existence of Alchemists?”

“Alchemists?” Marcus thought for a moment and said seriously, “I don’t know, but I do not wish for their existence. The glory of a Knight can be obtained from a charge into battle. Gaining by alchemical means without working for it would only lead to our downfall.”

Liszt sighed.

Marcus was clearly not the right person to talk to, as his mind was solely focused on the glory of Knights and the honor of Nobles.

“I believe that Alchemy does exist, the method of turning stones into Gold Coins sounds simpler compared to creating something from nothing…” he said briefly, having already lost the interest to chat.

Just gazing at the green waves on the sea, his thoughts wandered.

“All the material for making Gold Coins comes from Golden Dragons that produce gold. If someone could master the secret of how Golden Dragons infect gold, perhaps they could grasp the secret of Alchemy.”

At that thought, he remembered the two boxes of books he had collected when salvaging the Sunken Ship Treasure.

Included was a book about Alchemy.

Unfortunately, upon touching it, the book turned directly into ashes, which was a great regret for him. It made his heart ache whenever he thought about it, and at times, he wondered if keeping the book in a Gemstone Space and then reading it would preserve it—the Gemstone Space could stop the decay of matter, maybe the pages could be turned.

Upon further reflection, it seemed unlikely.

Putting a candle in it, the flame would be distorted upon contact; putting in a book, upon touching it, would it not still shatter?—perhaps it was possible to scrape off the decayed pages layer by layer to obtain some content.

Too bad he hadn’t thought of that at the time.

Suppressing his regret about Alchemy, his thoughts jumped to the Dragonbone Stabilizer stored in the Gemstone Space.

This bone from a Dragon Breed Magic Beast, originating from the sunken ship, could not be set in the Fresh Flower Vessel due to the lack of a Shipbuilder, thus failing to exert its effect of driving away Sea Monsters.

“Once I have enough money, I’m going to build a brand-new, epoch-making longitudinal sailboat, and then I’ll embed this Dragonbone Stabilizer into it.”

The morning sun had already climbed high.

The sea breeze was blowing, with a force of about three or four levels.

It was a northwest wind, perfect for the Fresh Flower Vessel to sail downwind, and its speed had already surpassed 5 knots.

After everything had stabilized, Kostor came out of the captain’s cabin and reported to Liszt, “The ship’s speed has reached 5 and a half knots. If we maintain this, in thirteen hours, the Fresh Flower Vessel will arrive at Black Horse Island.”

“You’re the expert in this area, so I’ll leave everything to you. Just ensure a safe voyage. If we encounter a storm, remember to use the Calming Sea Pearl. I am going to rest now, keep me informed if anything happens.”

The Fresh Flower Vessel was only a medium-sized merchant ship.

So the cabins were not spacious. Thomas set the fruit he had brought on the table, excused himself, and left to see Douson.

Liszt was the only one left in the room. He took out a Flame Mushroom Magic Potion from his Space Gem and started his daily task of potion consumption.

Upon ingesting the potion, the searing Magic Power spread out, assaulting his limbs and bones.

Silently, he circulated his own Dou Qi, guiding this magic force evenly throughout every part of his body. Compared to the people of this world, he had a much clearer understanding of his body’s structure, including those meridians which could accommodate the circulation of Dou Qi—ancient Chinese culture had always spoken of meridians.

Liszt had once studied meridians, but on Earth, they were considered unproven.

Here, meridians were real, the pathways and channels for the circulation of Dou Qi.

As Magic Power stimulated growth, Dou Qi was produced, and the total amount of Dou Qi inside his body increased little by little, everything going exceptionally smoothly, which immersed Liszt in the process.

He couldn’t help but feel, “I really am a genius.”

“According to the experience taught by the Earl, coupled with Levis’s verification, Elite Earth Knights often feel various discomforts in their bodies during the early stages of consuming potions. This is due to the aftermath caused by the shock of Magic Potions on the body, requiring a long period to adapt and find the balance point.”

Suddenly opening his eyes, he mused to himself, “Why don’t I feel that way? Taking the Flame Mushroom Magic Potion works quickly, but why isn’t there any discomfort in my body?”

He quickly deduced why his cultivation was progressing so smoothly.

“I know the theory of meridians in Chinese medicine, and by drawing upon it, I can more easily master the details of the circulation of Dou Qi meridians and find the balance point… These two theories of meridians indeed have many similarities.”

“I understand the structure of the body clearly, and I can adjust the way Dou Qi circulates at any time according to the structure of the body.”

“Moreover, my mental strength is probably stronger than that of an ordinary knight, after all, I am a transmigrator. My soul has absorbed the soul of my predecessor and even has an unclear relationship with the Smoke Dragon. Therefore, my control over Dou Qi is as easy as moving my arms, without any obstructions or stagnation.”

Knowledge is power.

The Earl, Levis, and others probably only knew about the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, bones, muscles, and fat in their bodies. This world’s research on the microscopic level doesn’t exist at all; they don’t even know what bacteria and cells are, let alone atoms or electrons.

Nobody cares about medicine or physics; they all focus on Dou Qi and Magic.

“It’s not entirely nonexistent. Magicians are somewhat like a variant of scientists, only their research is focused on Magic Power,” Liszt smiled slightly, “And me, with the knowledge of two worlds combined, plus decent innate talent, it isn’t too much to call myself a genius.”

It was as if he could see Sky Knights beckoning to him.

After basking in his pride.

With the rationality of an adult, he quickly calmed his heart and continued cultivating his Dou Qi.

Until there was a knock on the door, and Thomas called from outside, “Milord, it’s time for lunch. Would you like to dine now?”