After such a vast stretch of time, they were still stuck in the medieval era, with the most advanced technology still being the steampunk creations of the dwarves.
So...
"They definitely haven't mastered the method of distillation!"
Jonavili's expression was filled with excitement as the cup in her hand was crushed, its fragments scattering across the floor.
Facing Jonavili's sudden excitement, Medusa's heart was filled with confusion, which was immediately followed by joy.
'I didn't expect the master to like this liquid called alcohol so much.'
On the surface, Medusa took out a white handkerchief from her spatial bracelet, intending to wipe Jonavili's hand.
However, she discovered that Jonavili hadn't suffered any injury at all, and even the small amount of liquid had already turned into ice crystals.
Seeing this, she retreated to the side and stood quietly.
Jonavili looked at her maid, her mouth curling into a wide grin.
"Medusa, you might not believe it if I said it, but I am actually a genius, hehe-hehe-hehe-hehe..."
Medusa bowed slightly.
"The master's wisdom and beauty are unparalleled."
Jonavili, in high spirits, enjoyed Medusa's flattery and said no more, instead devouring the food like a whirlwind to fill her hungry stomach.
She didn't dare mistreat this precious dragon stomach, as she had a talent that required eating to enhance her physical strength.
"Medusa, take me to the planting area."
Medusa was taken aback but nodded respectfully.
"Yes, great master."
They arrived at the Buzau Plains, which was near the Sam River and not far from White Crystal City; although animals and magic beasts frequently appeared in the area, it wasn't a major issue.
Moreover, this was the most suitable place for cultivation in the vicinity.
Jonavili landed by the Sam River, looking at the wheat fields and orchards that were beginning to take shape, and couldn't help but nod.
She spread her perception to scan the area, quickly identifying the types of fruit being grown.
"Grapes, apples, peaches, and wheat as a crop. Hmm... very good. All four of these crops meet the conditions for brewing."
While Jonavili was thinking, the person in charge of this area—the nature elemental sprite, Anna—flew up to her.
Forcibly suppressing the fear in her heart, Anna bowed to Jonavili.
"Anna greets the great Lord White Dragon. May I ask what brings your lordship here?"
Jonavili's eyes flickered, a trace of coldness flashing through them for a moment.
This caused Anna's heart to tighten in fear, wondering how she had offended the white dragon.
Jonavili was also quite troubled; it had been a completely subconscious reaction, as her chromatic dragon nature likely made her feel that Anna's words were overstepping.
After all, for a noble true dragon, inferior species had no right to question where they went or what they did.
Although Jonavili could hear the fear and respect in Anna's tone, she still hadn't quite held herself back.
"It is nothing. I have only come to look at these crops."
Hearing the white dragon's words, Anna breathed a sigh of relief.
'Thank goodness, this white dragon's mood seems relatively stable.'
While Anna was thinking, Jonavili asked a casual question.
"Is the production speed of this orchard and wheat once a year?"
Anna snapped back to her senses and answered patiently.
"To answer your lordship, normally it is so, but I am a pure nature spirit and can directly use my abilities to accelerate growth.
As for the wheat, it might be a bit troublesome as it needs to be replanted after being forced to ripen, but I can cultivate wheat seedlings directly from the soil; it's just that the efficiency is much lower and the consumption of my mana is greater."
Jonavili's eyes lit up. These little sprites were truly wonderful; no wonder their price among humans could reach such heights.
"Very good. However, your mana reserves shouldn't be very large, right? How many times can you ripen crops of this scale by exhausting all your mana?"
Anna scratched her small head, looked around at the planted crops, and after a rough estimation, answered Jonavili's question.
"I can manage three times, barely. According to my recovery speed, it would take at most two days to fully recover, but if I were in a place with dense natural elements like a forest, it would only take half a day."
Jonavili's mouth curled into a joyful grin.
"Excellent. In that case, I can boldly try my hand at this."
"Medusa, go and prepare a large house for me outside the city. It needs a cellar, some glass containers, and some gauze or cloth, and...
Finally, I need a large quantity of grapes, apples, peaches, and wheat. I will leave all of this for you to handle. Once the preparations are finished, come to the dragon's nest to find me."
Hearing the command Jonavili issued, Medusa's face became solemn.
"Yes! Please rest assured, Master, I will certainly complete your arrangements with the utmost speed!"
Jonavili nodded.
"Do not make me wait too long."
Leaving those words behind, Jonavili transformed into her true form and flew toward the dragon's nest.
Below the dragon's nest, at the base of the Dragon Roar Mountains, some imperial guards stood silently on watch, all arranged under Jonavili's instructions.
...
A few days later, in the dragon's nest.
"Master... I have prepared everything as you instructed."
"Master?"
"Master..."
Jonavili, who was sleeping, vaguely heard someone calling her; she tucked her neck in and ignored it.
Before long, the annoying calling came again, making it impossible for Jonavili to sleep in peace.
"Master, wake up."
"Master? Master..."
The repeated disturbances made Jonavili extremely displeased, even bringing her to the point of anger.
'Damn it, who the hell is so blind!'
While roaring inwardly, Jonavili suddenly snapped her eyes open and slammed a dragon claw onto the ground with all her might; the terrifying force caused the ground to groan under the weight, sinking deeply as shattered stones splattered and spiderweb-like cracks appeared across the entire floor of the cave.
Medusa, who had come to wake Jonavili, was unable to dodge in time and was directly sent flying by the vibration of the ground; the terrifying shockwave caused her to lose her balance, making her fall and roll a few times.
Jonavili raised her dragon head and let out a furious roar.
"Ang!!!"
Her crystal-blue dragon eyes quickly locked onto Medusa, who was slowly picking herself up.
Raising a massive dragon claw once more, Jonavili pinned her down with one foot; Medusa was scared out of her wits by this scene, and in her desperation, she could only shut her eyes tight, trembling instinctively.
She didn't understand why her master was so enraged when she was merely following orders to wake her; had she done something wrong?
Upon seeing it was Medusa, Jonavili finally remembered the previous events and felt a hint of embarrassment, her ferocious expression caused by anger slowly smoothing over.
'Even though it was my idea, being disturbed while sleeping is truly unpleasant for a dragon.'
Jonavili released her claw and gave a light cough to brush it off.
"Ahem... next time there is an order like 'wake me up,' go and have Gris do it."
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