Chapter 153: The Earth Woman Who Refuses to Mate

Wait for Liszt to leave.

The diligent serfs began to whisper among themselves.

"The lord's pet is amazing. I didn't dare look at it. When it roared, my whole body was shaking." A serf gazed at the departing figure of the Tupo and marveled.

"Of course, the Tupo is the king of Thorns Ridge. Only our great lord can tame it."

"Yes, our lord is a noble blessed by the glory of knighthood. He can subdue any monster with one strike. This winter, we won't have to fear monsters attacking us anymore."

"Thorns Ridge, who would have thought that we would clear all the trees from Thorns Ridge."

"Pity I don't have enough family members or tools; otherwise, I would cultivate ten more acres of wasteland this year... The officials in town said that the more fields we cultivate, the more food we keep! My son will be of marriageable age next year, so I need to prepare food and a house for him, or he won't find a wife."

"Hey, old Brown, has your son found a girl willing to marry him?"

"Of course, I asked Captain Grandet of the Flower Town caravan, and he promised to find a girl who speaks Wind Language for my son, you know, with a big butt!"

"They are the new slaves bought by the lord, right? I heard they come from the Kingdom of Eagles, is that correct?"

"Only the Kingdom of Eagles speaks Wind Language, but here on Coral Island, the lord will make them speak Snake Language. By the way, old Brown, why don't you find one? Among the newly bought slaves, there are several older women who could form a good match with you and help you with household chores and fieldwork."

Old Brown smiled embarrassedly, "Hehe, I'm looking for one."

"Those women from the mainland don't speak Snake Language, so if old Brown marries one, they'll only be able to communicate through gestures."

"As long as they're in bed together, not speaking isn't important; actions speak louder than words, ha ha."

"Good times are coming for old Brown."

"Praise the lord!"

"Praise the lord, life in Flower Town is getting better every day."

The serfs' thoughts were simple: their lives had improved because of the lord, so they must praise him and work harder for him.

...

Walls, iron cages.

After losing its freedom, the Tupo's life was confined to this small space.

From initial resistance to gradual acceptance, now the time when Hiddleston visits is the happiest moment for it. It even seems to have grown fond of this peaceful life, where it eats and sleeps, and occasionally mates, enjoying Hiddleston's wild charges.

"Woof woof!"

Hiddleston's barking grew closer.

The sleeping Tupo immediately got up, approached the edge of the cage, and responded with a bark: "Woof woof!"

A moment later, the gate of the enclosure opened, and the two Tupos met. Liszt still rode on Hiddleston's back, approaching the cage leisurely. This was already within the Tupo's magic range, but it did not release any magic. It had almost forgotten about Rock Spikes.

The conditioning was simple:

Release magic—food taken away.

After a few days, the Tupo learned that each time it released magic, it would go hungry. If it did not release magic, food would appear.

So, it no longer released magic.

Instinct told it that eating was far more important than magic.

However, only Liszt dared approach so boldly, relying on his secret technique, the Magic Eye. The castle servants who fed the Tupo did not dare enter.

They moved the cage to let Hiddleston into the iron cage to mate with the Tupo.

What should have been a smooth mating process encountered an issue. The Tupo accepted Hiddleston's affection but stubbornly resisted allowing him to mount.

"Hmm?" Liszt had a sudden realization, "Is the Tupo pregnant?"

Pregnant female beasts resist mating,

though non-estrus females also resist mating. However, the Tupo should be in estrus, as it had not previously resisted mating. Regardless, since it resisted now, it either passed the estrus period or was pregnant, making forced mating inappropriate—Hiddleston had mated daily without impregnating the Tupo because it was not in estrus—estrus involves ovulation.

Without eggs, how could it get pregnant?

"Hiddleston, come out," Liszt knocked on the cage.

Hiddleston did not want to leave, but after several calls, it reluctantly came out.

"It looks like I need to go to Coral City and buy some female Great Wolfhounds. Otherwise, Hiddleston's energy will be hard to channel, which isn't good." Holding back without proper release is unhealthy, "I wonder if Hiddleston and a Great Wolfhound can produce offspring?"

Thinking about it, he felt quite excited.

Perhaps they could breed a batch of wolfhounds with monster blood, like the Fire Dragon Horse quality.

"Hiddleston is a mid-level monster, so its bloodline is stronger. The hybrid offspring would definitely be strong. With selective breeding, they might become excellent hunting or working dogs... If that works, then building a kennel to breed a wolfhound army would be ideal."

As he was lost in these pleasant thoughts,

a servant rushed to report, "Sir, the magician from Coral City has arrived with the Flower Town caravan."

"Go back."

Liszt turned around, riding Hiddleston, who took three steps forward and looked back, returning to the castle.

The Flower Town caravan was unloading goods into the castle cellar, while another carriage stood on Tom Hiddleston Avenue. A tall, thin man in a black cloak stood before the carriage, gazing at the nearby town. Beside him was a thin boy also wearing a cloak.

This was the magician Glanny Truth and his magic apprentice.

"Mr. Glanny, welcome to Flower Town," said Liszt, maintaining his standardized aristocratic smile despite his dissatisfaction with the late arrival of the magician.

Glanny pulled back the hood on his cloak, revealing his messy brown hair: "The roads in Flower Town are quite good, actually paved with stones. I had expected them to be muddy paths. Baron Liszt, building a stone road requires a considerable amount of gold coins. Even if nobles need their dignity, why waste it on a single road?"

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Hiddleston.

Hiddleston, wherever he went, was always the center of attention. His massive body and imposing presence were truly eye-catching.

"Tsk tsk, what an impressive earth dog, truly extraordinary. No wonder it's the king of Thorns Ridge. It is far superior to low-level magical beasts. Owning it is your luck."

"No, following me is its luck," Liszt gestured with his hand. "Let's go inside the castle to talk. Mr. Carter has already prepared tea and refreshments."

Glanny did not move, still staring straight at Hiddleston: "Baron Liszt, might I have the honor of studying this earth dog? Perhaps I could even offer you money to buy it. You should know that the value of a magical beast lies in the magical equipment it can produce."

Liszt's smile turned cold: "Heh, you're thinking too much."