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A distinguished knight from Blackrock Fortress has made a rare visit to their village.
The knight gathered all the villagers in the village square and announced the conscription order issued by the soon-to-be-appointed new lord.
At first, everyone felt panicked.
For these ordinary people, most of whom are busy farming, military service is a heavy burden that will disrupt their already difficult lives of supporting their families.
Furthermore, military service also means facing death directly, and no one is without awe and fear of death.
So when the knight announced the conscription order, the scene erupted in uproar.
But after the noise subsided, the knight changed his tone and, contrary to their expectations, did not adopt the harsh policy of forced conscription. Instead, he revealed the generous conditions promised by the new lord who was about to succeed him in conscription.
However, to the older villagers, whose thinking had become more rigid, this was all just a charade by the noblemen.
They thought themselves clear-headed, but dared not expose him in front of the knight.
However, two young men who had long felt bored and hopeless about village life chose to believe.
They were Ali and Paul.
They followed the knight, accompanied by the villagers' gazes, a mixture of sympathy and disdain, as they left their hometown where they had lived for nearly twenty years for the first time.
Arrive at Blackrock Fortress.
Ali and Paul, who grew up in the village, still felt uneasy and in awe of the noble lords who were high above them in this land.
But after a month of training and the battle with the wolf pack two days ago.
Lord Arthur's chivalry, displayed in daily life and battles, completely shattered their stereotypes of noble lords, gradually winning their trust.
Let's return to today.
Ali and Paul received leave from Lord and Commander Arthur and returned to their hometown village.
They also brought two other things with them—the complete carcasses of two adult wind wolves.
This is a gift that Lord Arthur asked them to take back to the village.
"Look! You little brats, see what your brother Paul brought back?"
At this moment, all the playful children gathered around Ali and Paul.
They soon noticed that both Ali and Paul were carrying the corpse of a large monster that was over 1.5 meters tall.
"Are they edible? Do they taste good?"
Immediately, the group of children started making a ruckus.
They were all children of farmers in the North, living a hard life, subsisting on coarse grains for three meals a day, and rarely tasting meat throughout the year.
"Hmph! These are the carcasses of the magical wind wolves killed by our Black Rock Legion. Each wind wolf is an extremely ferocious monster, not comparable to ordinary livestock. They are definitely a hundred times tastier than the meat you know."
Ali and Paul boasted to the children.
"I want to eat, I want to eat..."
Upon hearing this, the children's eyes lit up with a light they hadn't seen before, and they swarmed around, rummaging through the monster corpses on the two men's backs.
"Don't worry! You will all get a share."
Because this is a gift prepared by our lord for everyone in the village.
......
In the heart of Blackrock Territory, in Frostraven Town.
Leon, the butler, walked into a tavern.
"Hey! Old buddy, long time no see!"
He was a regular at this tavern and was greeted warmly by the owner behind the bar as soon as he entered.
"Yes, it's been about a month since I last visited your business."
The butler, Leon, skillfully pulled out a stool and sat down at the bar.
The tavern owner took out a large wooden cup and poured him a full glass of greenberry wine.
This is a strong liquor, a specialty of the North, with a high alcohol content, which helps people withstand the cold winter.
But the butler Leon was not afraid of the strong liquor. He picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"Old buddy, what's wrong with you? Have you been under too much pressure lately?"
The tavern owner noticed something was off about this regular customer, so he asked with concern:
"After the old lord passed away, you assisted his heirs. Isn't the new lord a good person?"
Originally, the young lord did not take the promises made to us commoners of the territory to heart.
But to my surprise, just one month after taking office, this lord actually accomplished a great feat—annihilating an invading pack of wind wolves.
I can't help but look forward to seeing what changes our new lord will bring to Blackrock Territory, which has been stagnant for so many years.
Hearing the tavern owner's praise of his young master, the butler Leon's weathered face couldn't help but brighten.
But before long, he returned to his slightly gloomy appearance.
Seeing this, the tavern owner was puzzled:
"So, old friend, what exactly are you worried about?"
"Alas! I am worried that my young master will die young."
The butler Leon's answer surprised the tavern owner.
He blinked, a highly exaggerated expression on his face, and retorted:
"Old friend, I think you don't need to worry about him dying young. I think your time is coming to an end."
How could a butler say such disrespectful things to his young master?
The tavern owner thought to himself.
But then, the butler Leon addressed the tavern owner by his first name and asked him a question:
"Lawson, you've fought alongside me for so many years, you know how terrifying third-tier magical beasts are."
"Then let me ask you, with your strength at the Black Iron Rank, would you dare to fight a third-tier magical beast, especially a notoriously ferocious Wind Wolf?"
"Even if I were at the Silver Rank, I wouldn't dare."
The tavern owner, Lawson, answered him without the slightest hesitation.
"But my young master, who only broke through to the Black Iron rank in the battle against the third-tier alpha wolf, dares to do so."
The butler, Leon, responded with a wry smile.
"Hahaha! I see, you're worried that he'll deliberately provoke a powerful enemy and get himself killed."
"Yes! I sent the Frost Raven King to protect the young master's safety, and it reported to me the young master's extremely exaggerated fearless fighting style."
Next, the butler Leon recounted to his old friend Lawson the story from the perspective of the Frost Raven King regarding Arthur's battle with the One-Eyed Wolf.
After listening to the butler Leon's account, the tavern owner Lawson's eyes widened in astonishment.
He found it hard to believe what his butler, Leon, had told him.
What does it mean to fight a third-tier alpha wolf hand-to-hand, have your armor shattered, fall to the ground multiple times, and still be able to get up again and continue fighting?
What does it mean to withstand a third-tier wind magic "Storm Surge" with a body at the Black Iron level?
This isn't just being fearless; this is practically throwing your life away!
Then, the two fell into a moment of silence.
After a long time.
A clear, young female voice rang out, breaking the silence between the two old men:
“I have a way to dispel Mr. Leon’s concerns.”
......
Late at night, inside Blackrock Fortress.
Arthur finished his day's work and walked out of the office hall.
He was still thinking about how to maximize the benefits of the victory in the Wind Wolf Pack campaign to develop his territory and increase the loyalty of his people.
Their biggest gains from the battle against the Wind Wolves were the corpses of eighty-one adult Wind Wolves and the corpse of a third-tier alpha wolf.
These magical beasts, as predators among magical beasts, possess exceptional physical strength.
Arthur estimated that if these corpses were properly processed, they could yield 3000 to 3500 kilograms of meat.
At the same time, the pelt of each adult wind wolf is also very valuable, as it can be used to make two to three pieces of warm clothing for winter.
He already has some ideas and has begun to implement them.
For example, he granted leave to militia soldiers from different villages within his territory, allowing them to bring back several adult wind wolf carcasses as a gift to his people.
Ali and Paul were among those on this trip.
In this desolate northern land, meat has always been a precious commodity.
Arthur wanted to use this to publicize the results of the battle to annihilate the wind wolf invasion.
Ultimately, he received the feedback he desired from the Knight Lord System:
[The host's act of kindness has instilled gratitude in the people of the territory, increasing their overall loyalty by 3.]
Then, Arthur opened the deployment tab in the attribute panel:
[Blackrock Territory inhabitants (one town and seven villages), 4000 people, overall loyalty: 18 (weakened by questioning).]
With this in mind, Arthur had already arrived at his room.
Immersed in the increased loyalty of his subjects, he failed to notice that the door to his room was looser than usual.
Arthur pushed open the door without paying any attention and went into the room.
Then, he began to feel tired.
So Arthur slowly put aside his thoughts of developing his territory, skillfully moved around the dark room, and soon came to the bedside.
But just as he lay down on the bed, his hand wandered around and he unexpectedly touched a soft lump of flesh.
Arthur felt a strange sense of comfort, which made him subconsciously want to continue touching it.
But the next moment.
A fragrant aroma wafted over, followed by a familiar voice in his ear:
"Little lion, are you in such a hurry to carry on the family line?"
Chapter 20 Young Master, Please Produce an Heir (Part 2)
Upon hearing this voice, Arthur instantly became furious, all his sleepiness vanished.
He jumped out of bed as if he had been electrocuted, and then quickly turned on the light.
Soon, the soft light dispelled the darkness of the room and illuminated his vision.
Arthur shifted his gaze, his nerves on edge, towards his bed.
In his sapphire-like, dazzling pupils, the figure of a young girl was quickly reflected.
The girl had a classic oval face with delicate features: slightly raised eyebrows, light gray eyes, a high nose bridge, lips of moderate thickness, and a well-defined jawline.
Her wavy, brownish-gray hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands falling behind her ears, adding a touch of lazy nonchalance.
At that moment, she was sitting on Arthur's bed, wearing a royal blue, slightly loose-fitting nightgown.
However, the loose dress could not hide her graceful and slender figure at all; instead, it highlighted her particularly eye-catching, firm, and voluptuous chest.
Unsurprisingly, Arthur's gaze soon fell on the girl's impressive chest.
Arthur wasn't stupid; in that instant, he realized exactly what the soft thing he had just touched was.
Thinking of this, Arthur couldn't help but turn his head away, a feeling of shame welling up inside him that was hard to suppress.
Arthur couldn't hide his shame at all; it turned into a blush that crept onto his face.
Seeing Arthur's embarrassed state, the girl sitting on Arthur's bed grinned mischievously and spoke again in an intimate tone: