The movements so skillful, the expression so composed.

Even Guy was taken aback.

Their Master Lynn... not minding the mess and stench of the pigsty was one thing.

But actually scooping up pig feed and starting to feed the pigs?

Who would believe it if this got out?

Guy hurried forward, hastily saying.

"Master Lynn, these dirty and tiring tasks are for us to handle, how can we let you do it?"

Lynn's gaze fell on Guy.

Guy immediately became quiet, not daring to say another word.

Howl~

Howl~

Just as Lynn was about to speak, several soft howls came from not far behind him.

It was the sound of wolves howling.

Lynn turned to look.

There.

Two small dogs, over thirty centimeters long and round like terriers, were playing and tumbling together.

Moving clumsily, they would trip and fall uncontrollably after just a few steps.

They got up, continuing to play and bite each other.

[Wild Wolf Cub]: In pup stage, delicate and adorable, without any attack power, etc.

Compared to the wild wolf cubs Lynn had seen before, these were clearly much sturdier.

Their coats were no longer matted like before and had become smooth.

Lynn stepped forward, crouching in front of the wild wolves.

The two playful wild wolves instantly became wary, retreating and huddling together.

Two pairs of round eyes stared straight at Lynn.

Lynn did not approach further but maintained a certain distance.

Regardless of the type of cub, they tend to be rather shy and sensitive.

Just as Lynn was about to find something, the attentive Guy came over in small steps, handing him a clay bowl filled with fresh minced pork.

Lynn took it, pinching out a lump of mince and holding it between his fingers.

The familiar aroma of meat wafted into the noses of the two wild wolf cubs.

The tempting scent of food drove them to move closer to Lynn.

Their round black noses sniffed at Lynn's fingers.

Once they confirmed it was meat, they immediately began to lick.

[Breeding experience +1]

[Breeding experience +1]

A wet, ticklish feeling appeared on Lynn's fingers.

Lynn's eyebrows couldn't help but rise.

This was no different from keeping pets at home.

After eating several lumps of minced meat and licking Lynn's fingers clean, the two wild wolf cubs, with their bellies full and round, huddled together in a nest made from soft hay and fell asleep.

Lynn stood up and looked at Guy, "Have you named them?"

Guy quickly shook his head, "Not yet, Master. We were waiting for you to name them."

Lynn nodded, looking at the black and white fur of the two wild wolf cubs.

"Let's call them Bai Ling and Black Night."

...

After [Medicine] reached Level 1.

Lynn's three-point routine changed.

It became — the kitchen, the breeding ground, and the blacksmith shop.

[Breeding: Level 0 (76/100)]

Watching the breeding experience slowly increase bit by bit.

Lynn's heart was full of emotion.

All that was the result of his hard work!

...

The path through the forest.

Seven or eight burly men were riding on fine horses.

The stout man at the front had his stomach fat layered into three rolls, gathering his expensive silky robe at the front.

The robe was smooth, with neck and cuffs adorned with a profusion of gold and silver thread embroidery.

The burly man tightened his grip on the scimitar inlaid with emeralds, and he spoke.

"Walker, are you sure the pig slayer of Old Powell escaped to this desolate mountain wilderness?"

The follower known as Walker quickly nudged his horse's sides, urging it to speed up, and came up beside the stout man.

"Yes, Master Aiden! I can assure you on my life!"

The stout man Aiden Morrison gave a vague affirmative sound.

With a flick of his hand, a gold coin suddenly appeared and shot towards Walker at the flick of Aiden's thumb.

Watching the gold coin shining in the sunlight, Walker's eyes grew wide.

He spread his palms to catch the falling gold coins.

However, the coins hit the back of his hand and fell towards the ground.

Walker's eyes narrowed as he flipped off his horse.

Kneeling on the ground overgrown with weeds and piled with dead leaves, he searched for a moment, and the coin appeared in his hand.

Ignoring the pain from his rolling fall, Walker's face was full of delight as he looked at the portrait on the gold pound.

The other dozen followers cast envious glances.

Aiden glanced disdainfully at Walker and looked forward.

He began to speak to himself.

"Old Powell is quite the lecher, already in his sixties or seventies, with nothing on him that can get hard... yet he could still marry a girl who just came of age..."

"Even so... he was a manor lord enfeoffed by Marquis Duca."

"How could he be killed by those lowly swine?"

"It doesn't matter, none of this matters; the key is... he's dead, and I must go to the Marquis's Castle in Bordeaux City for the swearing allegiance ceremony..."

The anger on Aiden's face became more and more apparent.

The emerald scimitar in his hand creaked.

From Morrison Manor to the Marquis's Castle in Bordeaux City, it took a dozen days for a round trip.

Even with a few young maids accompanying and attending in the carriage, he was still worn out.

Key point is.

It took him six or seven days by carriage to reach Bordeaux City, go to the Marquis's Castle, to prepare for swearing allegiance and receiving enfeoffment.

Aiden didn't even see Marquis Duca's face and was brushed off with a land patent!

This was what made Aiden the most angry.

Aiden felt ignored!

A dozen followers silently followed from behind on horses, not daring to utter a word.

Aiden loosened his speech, "Walker, find those farmers who fled the village, cut them all down."

"Just right for the greyhounds in the manor, they haven't had live meat in a while!"

Walker, who just climbed onto his horse, hurriedly responded.

"Yes, Master Aiden."

...

The road construction work continued.

In three days.

About two miles of road had been paved.

This speed was not considered slow.

One must know that before paving the road, villagers needed to clear large stones on the wasteland and fill those pits.

Watching the clumsy villagers, Lynn felt frustrated, wanting to lend a hand.

Rose rode his horse, galloping to Lynn's side.

He dismounted nimbly and bowed to Lynn.

"Master Lynn, someone is trying to intrude on your territory, the guard team has stopped them!"

Lynn's brows furrowed, "Intruders?"

...

"What do you want?"

"This is Aiden Morrison, a newly enfeoffed vassal by Marquis Duca, the manor lord of Morrison Manor!"

Walker shouted recklessly, trying to maintain Master Aiden's dignity.

Aiden's face was full of gloom.

He didn't know where two or three dozens of sturdy, tall men came from, surrounding them.

Gripping iron spears, their expressions stern.

Plus, the brand marks unwittingly exposed on their chests...

Aiden could recognize at a glance that these men were slaves from Shar Khanate!

Slaves from Shar Khanate, here at the Kaldi Empire's border!

Aiden was somewhat surprised.

Standard weapons, well-trained guards.

Could it be that on the other side of this forest road, a newly enfeoffed lord was present?

Only this reason could reasonably explain everything before him.

But, no matter how much Aiden tried to recall.

He couldn't remember receiving any correspondence from Marquis Duca indicating a new lord was enfeoffed beyond this forest.

Aiden's thoughts made a turn.

Incorrect.

There was another possibility!

A batch of free people migrated here and developed this land.

And they hadn't received recognition from Marquis Duca, so he received no notice.

This place was still unclaimed land!

If he could enslave these free people, or kill them all.

This territory would be his!

With this thought, Aiden's mood instantly improved.

Walker continued to shout: "Is there a person in charge? Let your person in charge come to meet our master!"

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