Chapter 195: Chronicle Dragon Fighting in the Wild

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Give a beating and then offer a sweet date.

Liszt found it effortless to use such tactics. The resources of this world were vast, but the ones currently available were limited and required competition.

On Coral Island, Liszt had to compete for resources and channels to develop.

Mercy was something told to the commoners; plundering resources was the essence of nobility. Clearly, Liszt adapted well to his noble identity and the rules that came with it.

After reminding Sherlock, he put the matter aside, no longer giving it much importance—secrets of mithril, crystal, jade, and black pearls lay within his grasp. Selling even a small amount could bring in a fortune of gold coins.

With gold coins in hand, the world was his.

Why fixate on petty businesses?

Carter took away the empty milk tea cup and closed the door, leaving the study utterly silent. The light from three crystal lamps converged, illuminating the room as brightly as day.

Liszt opened the knight novel and continued his writing until Carter knocked again, reminding him that it was late.

"I'll go rest now, Mr. Carter. You should also get some rest. Good night."

"Good night, sir."

Shaking the thick parchment paper on his desk, he saw a stack filled with his own snake-like script. Closing the knight novel and placing it back on the shelf, he organized the pages he had written.

Looking at the densely packed tiny letters penned with a quill, he felt a great sense of accomplishment.

As a visitor from a civilized world, he felt something was missing amidst the cultural and historical desert. So, he decided to write a true masterpiece—a grand work of sociology, which he had always wanted to do but never acted upon.

Now, he was truly putting pen to paper.

Of course, he wouldn't write something like "Das Kapital."

He planned to compile an annalistic history book based on the histories and customs mentioned in the knight novels.

Confucius revised and compiled the records of significant events from Lu State into the Confucian classic "Spring and Autumn Annals," influencing China's values for thousands of years. He became a sage, symbolizing Chinese culture, whether revered or criticized.

After fantasizing about riding dragons, Liszt felt he needed a more ambitious goal.

Dragon knights might enjoy glory for a century, but their legacy would fade after a few generations. Writing a classic like the "Spring and Autumn Annals" would genuinely influence thousands of years and beyond.

Of course.

Liszt couldn't replicate the "Spring and Autumn Annals," which was based on historical records—there was no concept of history here, not a single history book existed.

Compiling a history book based on the content of the knight novels was akin to writing "The Iliad." Most of "The Iliad" was adapted from myths, legends, and street songs, yet it was celebrated as a monumental work of Greek civilization.

Perhaps someday, Liszt and his dragon would be forgotten, but someone might consider his history book as real history.

Inventing history?

That's exactly what Liszt was doing, and he found it exhilarating, almost like pointing a horse and calling it a zebra.

"Pity there's too little material. Even if I copy all the fabricated stories from the knight novels, it won't fill many historical gaps... This book will likely be my lifelong project."

He even doubted he could maintain the enthusiasm for long.

After all,

Inventing stories, no, recording history, was mentally taxing.

"The book doesn't have a name yet. I need to think of a timeless title... Actually, 'Chronicles of the Dragon Lance' would be perfect—it fits the world's characteristics." Liszt pondered deeply, but unfortunately, a mage named Odom Truth had already written a story called "Chronicles of the Dragon Lance: The Great Dragon of Late Autumn."

That book documented dragon species, unrelated to history.

Thus, ideas like "Dragon History," "Elven Dragon History," "Chronicles of Dragons and Elves," "History of Dragon Knights," and "Chronicles of Knights" came to mind but were rejected one by one.

Until another name emerged.

"Dragons Battle in the Wild..."

He savored these four words, finding them evocative. Confucius named the "Spring and Autumn Annals" because the records were divided into four seasons. In this world, dragon battles were frequent, and wars between nations often revolved around dragons.

"Dragons Battle in the Wild"—such a title had a poetic resonance.

Swish, swish, swish!

Picking up the quill, he wrote the title directly on the thick parchment. Afterward, he stored the papers in the gem space to prevent them from decaying over time—white paper was not yet developed, and thick parchment didn't last long, given this was a lifelong project.

Suppressing his ambition to continue inventing history, he stretched and left the study.

...

While Liszt was engrossed in compiling history during those days,

the soap workshop led by Bounie produced flowers soap daily at full capacity, while regular soaps and detergents were forgotten in the corner. Expensive soap powder and cheap pig pancreas were continuously refined, mixed, and pressed into pink, fragrant flower soaps.

The finished flower soaps were quickly delivered to the Thorns Caravan.

Sherlock was a resourceful merchant. Old Grandet had become an official, Harpagon took over the vast Flower Caravan, leaving only Sherlock still working in the Thorns Caravan. Unwilling to lag behind, he poured immense effort into selling flower soaps, hoping to achieve fame through this endeavor.

Let the lord see his abilities.

For this purpose, he specially invited a woodcarver from North Valley City—a more advanced profession than a regular carpenter, responsible for carving exquisite patterns on wood.

He asked the woodcarver to carve a tulip on the front of the Flower Soap and inscribe the name "Flower Soap" in serpent script.

On the back, he had a line of smaller serpent script carved: "Specialty Flower Soap from Flower Town, crafted by soap master Bounie."

Furthermore, he commissioned the local carpentry shop to make boxes to hold the Flower Soap, adorned with a black tulip and the name of the soap.

With such embellishments, the Flower Soap instantly rose several notches in class.

"This way, the Flower Soap is not just a piece of soap but a product that signifies status. I believe the nobles will certainly love it!" Sherlock presented the beautifully packaged Flower Soap to Liszt for inspection. As expected, it received very high praise from Liszt.

The lord even referred to him as a "natural-born merchant."

Excitement lingered around Sherlock, and he couldn't wait to carry these exquisite Flower Soaps, under Liszt's name, to visit the nobles of North Valley City.

"Respected Baron Gaierta, the outstanding craftsman Bounie from Flower Town has created the perfect bathing soap. Its cleansing effect far surpasses all other soaps available on the market. We hope you can experience its charm. This is a gift of Flower Soap for you, and we hope you will enjoy it."