Dear Broom Knight

Inside the demiplane, the smithy by the mountainside remained in its original state. Besides basic daggers, longswords, spears, and iron helmets, there were only everyday tools like hoes and shovels.

The time when Lowry was most likely to target this smithy was when he had just moved to Baron Gezar's territory, when he couldn't fully make decisions in many areas, and when his interactions with the outside world might still be influenced by Count Montes.

After all, if he wanted to create his own private armed force, only providing them with apprentice-level weapons would be a bit stingy.

However, Lowry had a particularly thoughtful mother.

From then on, Lowry completely forgot about the smithy… Four years later, after a sudden major change, he no longer needed to worry about weapons and equipment.

He could make them himself.

The abundance of ores and jewels in the demiplane, which might have originally been there to attract his attention, ended up benefiting Lowry.

Therefore, although Lowry only observed the movements of the somewhat dull puppet in the kitchen, who only knew how to say 'Yes, Master,' it didn't mean he didn't know where the intelligence was more likely to choose as a host.

Hmm… this is actually a kind of hindsight.

He only figured it out after understanding the possibility of dragons providing part-time work.

But everything he had prepared before was not in vain.

Moreover, it would be easier to resolve the issue there.

Although it would still completely restore his demiplane to its initial state, Lowry himself would hardly be affected at all.

When he didn't understand anything, he hadn't bound any soul threads to this demiplane.

But now, Lowry was eighty percent certain that he would only experience a period of mental sea turbulence, and then everything would be fine after a good night's sleep.

Of course, the reason why they haven't been truly killed by anyone until now is all thanks to their strong and fierce father.

Lowry didn't have such a backer.

Although his bloodline sounded very high-end, enough to be a comic book protagonist in his original world, welcomed and loved everywhere.

However, Lowry himself was very clear… even if all the sources of his bloodline were truly alive, he couldn't rely on any of them.

In the multiverse, there was no place that would welcome him with open arms.

Originally, Lowry thought that if he really had nowhere to go in the future, he might even go to hell.

But now, it was completely impossible.

Although there were fallen angels there, there was also the Queen of Succubi.

No matter how valuable Lowry's bloodline was for recruitment, it couldn't be more valuable than her own dear daughter.

He could only walk alone in this life.

Of course, dragons would indeed treat Lowry as a member of their own race and would accept his human appearance… but Lowry himself couldn't accept it in reverse.

Although he verbally called Luthkania a 'lass,' he couldn't judge the gender and attributes of a dragon just by looking at it from afar.

However, Luthkania could smell the other party's scent tens of days after a dragon passed by high in the clouds, and could even guess who it was.

No matter how Lowry thought about it, he didn't think he could do it.

More importantly, he didn't think that the true form of any dragon would arouse any male desire in him.

Although Lowry was just a third-rate little artist, he still agreed with some artists' words: If you want to know where you belong, look at what kind of person you will feel desire for.

Although that was used to talk about sexual orientation, it was also quite in line with reality.

After all, someone like Lowry would only compare sizes when walking into a men's bathhouse.

Of course, because of some otaku attributes, when passing by a women's bathhouse, he would only speed up and rush past, instead of always trying to peek inside like some of his peers.

If a clean and refreshing beautiful girl happened to walk out, with a strand of fragrance from her flying hair brushing his face, then this guy could somersault in the big bath with a silly smile… this was not some second-dimensional joke.

Although the world on the internet was bizarre, in the real environment, there were still mostly normal people.

Especially in the remote area where Lowry settled, which still retained an old-fashioned atmosphere, it was really not that crazy.

Lowry looked up and thought about his worrying future, and was quickly pulled back to reality.

He stood up, walked into the alchemy laboratory, and opened his miscellaneous collection cabinet.

Here were basically the small things he practiced with before making some special and precious alchemical items.

For example, those magic ribbon accessories. Although Lowry would definitely draw a design before making them.

But no design could succeed at once; after all, people's imagination was always excessive.

Always feeling that his idea was particularly perfect, but the finished product was a pile of garbage.

Lowry couldn't possibly accept that the jewelry accessories he designed could only be salvaged with 'ugly but cute'.

He still had a bit of self-esteem as someone in the art industry.

But Lowry couldn't possibly use such rare magic ribbons to make prototypes.

Even if these things were all made by himself, Lowry couldn't possibly not measure these materials according to their real-world prices.

He was only more generous to his own people; it wasn't that he didn't care about money.

Even without mentioning the nature of dragons, Lowry couldn't possibly not care about money!

He had been a slave to money his whole life!

Lowry silently looked at his storage cabinet that was almost full, and sighed slightly… Damn it~ Even if he couldn't use these things, he didn't want to give them away for free!

However, he had to use them.

Lowry took out a purple jewelry box with a heart full of sorrow, and opened it layer by layer.

He didn't choose this color specifically; it was just that there were only a few kinds of metals with sealing abilities that weren't too expensive, and they were all this gentle and romantic color… Purple was already considered good; he still had a few pink and blue ones!

Mithril was more in line with Lowry's preferences, but he wasn't crazy enough to be so extravagant.

Lowry lowered his head, reluctantly looking at the jewelry woven from various metal threads… inlaid with pearls and diamonds of various sizes.

Trying to stop himself from considering the price of these jewelry, reminding himself more that the things here were basically free… There were many shallow mine caves on the Icepeak Plateau, and even diamonds didn't require Lowry to spend too much effort to dig.

As for pearls, that was even simpler; they weren't seawater pearls.

Those remote plateau lakes were full of them.

After all, those who killed the pearl oysters were animals; they didn't care how valuable these pearls were.

As for why Lowry could find them, but those adventurers who searched everywhere for treasures couldn't… Lowry now understood that it didn't have much to do with luck.

It was just that some beings that would appear to stop adventurers from moving forward wouldn't pay attention to Lowry, who was wandering around.

He was a cub with dragon aura; magical creatures wouldn't bother him unless they were stupid.

Besides, no one really cared about the things he took away.

Then, Lowry also caught a lot of pearl oysters and raised them in the small lake in his demiplane. From then on, he didn't lack pearls to use.

So, as long as he didn't consider the market price of these things, then these trinkets weren't much of a cost.

Lowry quickly convinced himself and called Cheska in.

"Baron, what are your orders?" Cheska rushed in like a gust of wind, her tone not as humble as before… Sure enough, when people have power, it's like taking medicine.

Lowry couldn't help but slander in his heart.

However, he actually understood that the reason why Cheska was like this was because she was busier as Lowry delegated more and more.

So busy that it was difficult to abide by those thoughtful etiquette anymore, rushing everywhere.

After a long time, even if she understood in her heart that this was Lowry's heavy use, Cheska's resentment gradually increased.

However, Lowry wasn't too worried. After all, after Cheska understood that some things could no longer be done so personally, she had already begun to cultivate deputies who could be reused.

Lowry had hoped she could do this a long time ago, and had arranged enough people for her to slowly test… However, Cheska was really slowly testing!

If Lowry didn't sincerely trust her, he would probably suspect that she had other intentions.

But he also knew that this was all a legacy of Montes Castle… those subordinates who had feet in many boats were really quite scary.

Fortunately, after being exhausted, Cheska also reacted.

Even if there were problems with subordinates, it wasn't like there was no way to solve them. It wasn't like she was entrusting them with top-secret work, so why make herself suffer.

"Take these silver thread pearl jewelry and distribute them. Everyone who works for me must have them," Lowry pointed to the jewelry box. "Divide those silver thread bracelets inlaid with diamonds among you four siblings, as well as Komran and Mal.

There's mithril thread added inside; don't get it wrong.

Only the bracelets have it."

Cheska nodded cautiously: "I understand."

She glanced at them, turned around, and flipped out a few small silver boxes from the top of the collection cabinet, first putting the bracelets in one by one, and finally putting one directly on her hand: "Baron, is this something that must be carried with us in the future?"

Lowry nodded decisively: "There's a trouble, and only this thing can be of some use."