The Mighty Dragons Are Dead

Starting with the word ‘wish,’ indicates it’s a friend’s blessing, suggesting the silver coin was given to her by someone else.

Therefore, ‘Chris Truth’ could be interpreted in two ways, one being the real name of this unconscious magician, the other being her friend’s name.

But normally when friends offer blessings and leave names, they use a ‘—’ as a symbol of continuation, and there’s no such symbol on the silver coin.

This line of Serpent Script is written on the back of the silver coin in three lines of Serpent Script, so it doesn’t need a symbol, which makes it impossible to determine whose name it actually is.

Of course.

The above were merely Liszt’s fleeting thoughts; the name of the person didn’t really matter, as the silver coin couldn’t solve any identity issues.

“For the time being, I’ll assume your name is Chris.” Liszt stuffed the pendant back around her neck.

But he had no intention of returning the copper kettle.

According to the prevailing Lord’s laws, items that drift ashore from the sea belong to the local Lord, as the Lord owns everything on the land—even the magician Chris could be classified as an enemy intruding on the territory illegally, and the Lord had the right to arrest her.

However, like most Lords’ territories, Fresh Flower Town was open to the outside, and they wouldn’t hold anyone accountable as long as they didn’t come with malicious intentions.

This copper kettle could serve as a reward for saving a life.

He was a Lord who reasoned and followed the rules.

“My Lord!”

Marcus had arrived, along with some elderly people.

Liszt pointed at the bed, “A comatose magician drifted ashore by the sea, Teacher Marcus, take a look and see if you can awaken her… and you folks as well, see if there’s some herbal remedy that can treat someone in a coma.”

After a brief observation, Marcus shook his head, “My Lord, I can’t see what her problem is; she doesn’t seem like someone who has drowned.”

The elderly were even more clueless; they only knew how to use some simple herbs to treat common ailments.

In this world filled with Magic Power, Knights with Dou Qi could constantly condition and improve their constitution, so it was rare for them to fall ill; as a result, medical science was quite undeveloped. Once a peasant fell seriously ill, it essentially meant waiting for death, with no chance of recovery.

Liszt, on the other hand, did have ideas about developing medicine, but he had no leads to follow.

For peasants, rather than spending high medical costs on treatment, it was more practical to practice Dou Qi. After all, with good food, drink, and diligent practice, one would certainly develop Dou Qi, while there wasn’t such a high chance of cure for illnesses.

An elderly man trembled as he said, “Lord Landlord, maybe this young magician lady is just too weak. She might naturally wake up once her body recovers.”

“That’s possible,” Liszt nodded. To the butler, he said, “Thomas, give every elderly person a copper coin as compensation for the interruption to their work.”

It was appropriate to offer compensation to the nearly senile folk who had to make the trip.

“Yes, my Lord.”

“Ah, thank you, Lord Landlord!”

The elderly left with copper coins in high spirits, while Liszt was still discussing with Marcus, “A magician has drifted ashore, Teacher Marcus, do you have any guesses.”

“Magicians have weak bodies compared to our knights, they are no different from the average civilian. So, I don’t think she could have been soaked in the sea for too long, and she doesn’t show any signs of drowning. I suspect she might be a magician from Coral Island, or a magician brought by a passing ship.”

Liszt said, “Although I don’t know how many magicians there are on Coral Island, none of the exposed magicians match her physical features. She looks quite young, probably not over twenty-five years old. It’s impossible for the island to have such a young magician.”

“Maybe she’s a magic apprentice?”

“A magic apprentice?” Liszt thought for a moment, “That’s possible… Then, what could be the reason she fell into the sea and how did she manage to drift here successfully?”

According to Ach’s description, Chris was picked up from the sea, floating on the surface in her clothes — which defied physics, the Sea of Azure Waves isn’t the Dead Sea, it couldn’t make a person float.

“I can’t explain it, but I think we definitely need to strengthen our guard over her. Magicians are dangerous elements,” Marcus said sternly, his dislike for magicians was no secret.

He always had an unfriendly countenance towards Elkerson and Granney,

Let alone a magician with an unknown origin.

After considering for a moment.

Liszt decided to move her to the residential area, find a house to arrange for special care, and have the Patrol Team watch her closely. As soon as the other party woke up, they were to notify him immediately.

Then, he used a horn to call Ach over, “I have taken the unconscious magician to the town for care, Ach. Human magicians are quite dangerous, they have an impulsive curiosity towards unknown creatures. It’s best you don’t interact with magicians before you come of age.”

“Hmm, Ach understands,” the Little Sea Monster sounded disappointed. “It’s a pity that Ach’s legs just won’t grow. I can’t live with my brother and lead a life like a human.”

“The day will come,” Liszt crushed her hair.

Suddenly, he had an inspiration. He had Ach sit on a chair, then took out a leather tape measure to measure the length of Ach’s legs.

“Based on your description, you were all seawater below the knee when you were born, and after forty-one years, only the area below the ankles remains seawater. If we assume your growth rate remains steady, we can estimate how many more years it will take for you to come of age by the proportion of your legs.”

“Ah, can we really do that, brother?” Ach’s eyes sparkled with small stars in an instant.

It was not clear whether she was delighted at the prospect of knowing when she would come of age or impressed by Liszt’s profound knowledge.

Liszt smiled, lifting Ach’s little calf.

He placed one end of the leather tape measure on her knee, stretched it to her ankle, and measured forty-one centimeters, “Assuming the length of your foot is generally proportional to human body ratio, I estimate your foot is about twelve centimeters long. So, we can set up a linear equation… no, it’s not that complicated; you grow about one centimeter a year.”

Forty-one years, forty-one centimeters of leg length.

About twelve centimeters of foot length remained, meaning Ach had about twelve years left to reach adulthood.

Ach’s little face fell immediately, “Brother, does that mean Ach needs another twelve years to come of age?”

Liszt also felt disheartened, “Essentially, if there are no surprises and the reasoning is correct, and your feet don’t grow faster than your legs. Then indeed, in twelve years, you will reach adulthood… Of course, if your feet are smaller, maybe it will take ten years or even less.”

Ach’s height was at most one meter fifty-five, her feet wouldn’t be very large, perhaps they would be like bound feet.

But no matter what, she still needed around ten years or so to grow up… In ten years, Liszt would be twenty-seven years old. It was alright, he could just barely hold on to his title as a young man.