Chapter 175: Same Specifications as Levis

Falcon Town, located not far from White Birch City, is close to Coral City.

Lvera, riding her swift horse and dressed in armor, was training a group of young female squire knights on the lawn near the castle.

Suddenly, a knight galloped over.

"My lady!"

"What is it?"

"An envoy from Flower Town has arrived at the castle with an invitation from Baron Levis."

"An invitation?" Lvera's expression changed as she recalled the day Hiddleston had humiliated her. "Let him wait; we'll continue our training!"

In front of Falcon Town's castle, Xavier Cowdung waited quietly.

He wasn't in a hurry. Before leaving, Lord Liszt had warned him that he might face some cold treatment in Falcon Town—Liszt knew his sister's character well. So, Xavier calmly groomed the mare he rode, a three-year-old filly.

It wasn't a high-quality breed but just an ordinary workhorse, unsuitable for battle.

However, he cherished this young mare deeply. For a knight, a horse is more important than a wife. Perhaps when he advanced to become a Great Knight, Lord Liszt would reward him with a new warhorse, but he would never forget this mare that had grown with him.

Snort.

The filly snorted.

Xavier became worried and gently stroked her belly, wondering if she was pregnant. Just a few days ago, Lord Liszt's Black Dragon stallion had forcibly mated with her while she was grazing. He felt heartbroken for his filly, still so young!

But the Black Dragon stallion held a noble status in Flower Town, and only Liszt had the authority to stop it. Xavier could only watch helplessly as it mated with his filly.

"I hope she isn't pregnant; she's too young to bear foals." Xavier whispered to himself. "Once Lord Liszt calls me to battle and I earn glory, I'll buy her and keep her at home for my future son to ride!"

The average lifespan of an ordinary warhorse is 30 to 35 years. Exceptional warhorses, such as those of magical or dragon breeds, can live up to 60 or even 100 years.

The ideal age for a warhorse to charge into battle is from 5 to 15 years—the golden decade.

After that, they are considered old horses.

Xavier believed that his child would be born soon—he already had a beloved girl. When his child grew old enough to ride, the filly would still be in her prime, able to accompany the child until he too went to battle and got a new horse.

Thinking about this, Xavier felt energized.

He firmly believed that under Lord Liszt's leadership, he had a bright future ahead. Flower Town was the birthplace of knightly glory, and Lord Liszt was the son of honor.

"The squire knight who delivered the message looked at me and my horse with disdain. He rides a fine warhorse, and Falcon Town is a wealthy town, but he knows nothing about Flower Town. The town is just the starting point of Lord Liszt's journey; he will own a city one day!"

Xavier watched a group of knights approaching slowly in the distance, guessing that must be Lady Lvera Tulip and her squire knights.

Falcon Town had a tulip fairy, and Flower Town had a thorn fairy!

A moment later.

The group had reached Xavier.

The leader was a woman in armor. Xavier recognized her and bowed respectfully, "I am Xavier, the envoy from Flower Town, here to greet Baroness Lvera."

"Liszt sent you. What does he want to invite me to?" Lvera raised her head, looking down at Xavier. "I hope it's important; I'm very busy and have no time for boring country gatherings."

Xavier still answered respectfully, "Lord Liszt will hold a fairy birth celebration on November 5th, two days from now, to celebrate the birth of his contracted fairy."

"A fairy birth celebration?" Lvera was taken aback, her expression changing dramatically. She repeated, "A fairy birth celebration? He has a fairy? How is that possible! He only had some fairy bugs; how could a fairy be born?"

"It's a thorn fairy bug that evolved into a thorn fairy."

"A thorn fairy?" Lvera's twisted expression softened slightly. "So it's just a thorn bug that evolved. Indeed, a celebration is necessary. At least he can monopolize Coral Island's green hedge business. Fairies cultivate thorns that are perfect for hedges."

"Baroness, Flower Town has more than just thorns for hedges," Xavier remembered Lord Liszt's instructions to inform Lvera about the thorns' other qualities. "There are also ironwood quality thorns and medicinal quality thorns, all recent mutations."

Ironwood!

Medicinal!

Hearing these words, Lvera's recovered expression twisted again.

She wanted to say, "How is that possible!"

This series of blows was hard to accept. But as a well-educated noblewoman, she regained her composure after a brief moment and replied indifferently, "Tell Levis that I will attend the fairy birth celebration... Morley, you're responsible for receiving this knight."

With that, she entered the castle.

Changing clothes and drinking a cup of milk, she still felt agitated.

Sitting in a chair, she lost herself in thought.

From a young age, she had disliked Liszt—or rather, envied him—how could someone be so good-looking! As she surpassed Liszt's talent, she gradually found mental balance. As a woman who had become a Great Knight before adulthood, she had enough confidence to face Liszt's handsomeness.

However, everything changed after Liszt received his fiefdom.

First, Liszt advanced to become a Great Knight, albeit a bit late, but not by much. At least much earlier than many people, including the Earl, had expected.

Then he discovered the black tulip potion, gained a peanut bug, a magnificent horse, and a puppy.

His luck exploded.

Most importantly, Liszt began to look at her with equal regard.

Subtly, there was even a hint of a father looking at an incompetent son. This made Lvera uncomfortable, always wanting to teach Liszt a lesson. The result was the humiliating incident with Hiddleston, where her pride in her strength was no longer acknowledged by Liszt.

"Relying on a dog for power!"

She gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath.

But she had to admit that she could no longer interact with Liszt as she used to—Liszt now had a Thorn Sprite, making him equivalent to a prospective viscount. Although she also had a Sprite, the chances of a woman going to war were extremely slim, meaning she would likely remain a baroness for life.

"At least it's Liszt and not Lytton!"

Rubbing her face, Lvera took a deep breath, finally regaining her composure. She turned and called out, "Mrs. Phoebe."

"Miss, I'm here."

"Prepare a gift for me. For the celebration in two days, I want to give something to Liszt."

Mrs. Phoebe asked, "What standard should we prepare it at?"

"At... the same standard as when we celebrated Levis's birthday."

"As you wish."