"Damn it, you rude and lowly bastard, get over here!"
Cornish yelled, his bloated body nearly crashing into the wall by the door. Years of drinking and womanizing had drained his strength, and his fair, tender skin really looked like a pig's.
At this moment, he was quite angry and was making great progress with the twin sisters he had just won over in the autumn when a fool interrupted his good time.
As the supreme ruler of this territory, how could the Duchy possibly tolerate the Viscount of the Wasteland being sent by the Duchy?
"My lord, please calm down! Something terrible has happened outside!"
The knight realized something was wrong, quickly knelt down and begged for mercy, and reported the most important information.
"Smack!"
Cornish slapped the knight across the face, then gasped as he covered his hand.
Maki Hatsutoshi!
"Hmph, if your sister hadn't begged me, I would have chopped your head off with my sword to vent my anger."
Cornish sneered, his swollen, red hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He sheathed the half-drawn knight's sword and stared at the kneeling knight's thigh: "However, you'd better pray that the great thing you're talking about isn't worth the leg you've lost. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind crippling you and sending you off to mess around with your prostitute sister."
"Sir... there are wolves outside! A pack of wolves has attacked our sheep farm!"
The knight broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly said, "Three sheep have already gone missing, and the sentry said there are signs of a wolf pack, no less than ten of them."
"Just a few hungry wolves. Send a cavalry squad to protect the sheep farm."
Viscount Corniss, at this point, couldn't help but lament, "Oh, why didn't winter come earlier and freeze these greedy beasts to death, in the name of the god of harvest?"
"However, the wolf pack actually dared to come to my territory and skin me. Stealing sheep is not that easy. There will always be a price to pay."
He was quick-witted and clear-headed, and knew the cunning of the wolves and how they were capable of anything when hungry. So he used this method to both eliminate the wolves and demonstrate the lord's domineering power, while also reminding the surrounding nobles not to take shortcuts and that smuggling must be severely punished.
If he were a fool, a nobleman from the wasteland would have been secretly strangled by other lords long ago.
In the power struggles among nobles, everything is driven by self-interest.
"Yes, Your Excellency!"
The knight responded, raising his head slightly. Suddenly, from inside the open door, a beautiful maid covered her mouth and giggled, her laughter like the tinkling of silver bells.
Seeing this, the knight couldn't help but think of the two maids' raised, snow-white thighs, their bare, alluring skin. His mouth went dry, and he croaked, "I swear to serve the Viscount to the death! I'm off!"
Then, under Viscount Cornish's cold gaze, he hurriedly left.
"Hmph, you don't know the rules."
Cornish sneered, turned around, closed the door, and, facing his beloved concubine's shy and alluring demeanor, engaged in a deep conversation.
"call!"
The knight, panting heavily, walked down the corridor; what had just happened was truly thrilling.
Looking back now, it was just a few wild beasts. It was his first time taking up his post as the Imperial Guard, so it was inevitable that he made some mistakes and was nervous.
However, thinking of the Viscount's bad temper, he couldn't help but complain about his sister. She had slept with that white pig but hadn't told him about his temperament or personality, which almost ruined his good job.
"Forget it, let's protect the sheep farm first and improve my image in the eyes of that white pig viscount."
He ignored these thoughts and passed by the servants who were cleaning and tidying up. He was quite pleased by the fearful expressions on the faces of these lowly people.
Although his prestigious status was obtained through his sister's influence, his ability, ambition, and drive are even more important. One day in the future, those women who were willing to serve the White Pig will have to kneel and lick his boots.
So he opened the door and took a confident step.
"Aww~"
A snow sheep fell in front of him, its neck stained with blood and its skin torn off. Two giant wolves, as big as calves, pounced on it, their fangs biting its hind legs. But when they saw the castle gates open, the giant wolves raised their heads and their eyes met the knight's.
Knight: "∑(°△°|||)"
Giant wolf: "Σ(っ°Д°;)っ"
Mountain sheep: "(O__O)"
Both sides were taken aback for a moment, and then, under the knight's stunned gaze, the two giant wolves quickly dragged the goat's carcass away.
At this moment, the viscount's personal guard knight finally awoke, quickly drew his sword, looked around frantically, and cried out, "Wolves! Wolves! Guards! Guards!"
"No, we must protect the sheep farm first. This fortune cannot be lost! Otherwise, the Viscount will skin me alive!"
Suddenly, his pupils contracted as he saw black smoke rising from the sheep farm. He quickly mounted a horse and rode off in that direction.
He arrived at the sheep farm like a gust of wind. Inside the hundred-meter-long shed, he suddenly stopped outside, as if being watched by a terrifying creature.
"Hiss!"
The horse trembled, its legs buckled, and it knelt on the ground, causing the rider to fall heavily to the ground, his face covered in a layer of mud stained with sheep dung, looking utterly disheveled.
"grass!"
He cursed, drew his sword, and looked around, but suddenly understood why the horse was so afraid; it was clearly kneeling and begging for mercy.
Outside the greenhouse, where the mountain sheep were frolicking happily, a pack of wolves appeared, their eyes wide open, their cold gazes fixed on the knight, gleaming with an eerie green light.
Knight: "Hiss...cough cough!"
He gasped, intending to express how terrifying it was, but he accidentally swallowed the sheep droppings near his mouth and choked.
This isn't a pack of wolves hunting for food; it's the entire wolf pack coming out!
"Meow~"
"Yes, it smells better roasted this way. The city lord loves roasted lamb leg the most!"
"Damn it! Why isn't the water brought up yet? The mutton is all cut up here, and the city lord is waiting to have it cooked and grilled! Mage, come out and spray some water!"
"Damn, this sheep's fur feels so warm to the touch. No wonder it's raised by the great lord!"
"Hehe, this plucked fat sheep feels so smooth, I, I actually got a shameless hard-on."
"Bro, your fetish is really weird."
A group of uninvited guests appeared on the sheep farm, and several skilled knife-wielders skinned, pulled out tendons, bled, and slit the throats of the snow sheep.
Wool? Shave it off, collect it, and put it in bags!
Lamb? After bleeding it, chop off the good pieces, wash them clean, and then roast them!
The guards, who had been beaten down, were in a sorry state, lying on all fours as wolves leaped over them, drawing enthusiastic applause and cheers from their comrades.
Clearly, the dozens of knights got along well with the wolf pack and were having a blast, turning the entire sheep farm into the Fox King's entertainment venue.
That was fucking fun!
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