Viscount Cornish's sheep farm has a complex structure. Over the decades, it has been adorned with magical patterns, providing insulation and a shallow layer of water for nourishment. In winter, it creates an off-season pasture by sowing a large amount of grass seeds and cultivating tender green grass for the sheep to roost in.
The magical equipment keeps the pasture clean and tidy, and the sheep's excrement actually increases the fertility. Through ecological cycle, it maintains the operation of the sheep farm to a certain extent.
Viscount Cornish's wealth ranks among the top three in the wasteland. After all, he holds the title of viscount, which belongs to a great man, and his most abundant resource is the noble breed of snow sheep.
Once the sheep have survived the winter, their warm wool can be shaved off, collected, and made into cotton textiles for sale. Mutton is also a top-selling ingredient in winter.
After all, various diseases break out in the spring, and a large number of livestock die. They sell out during the best period of winter.
Even the once-every-four-years harsh winter did not worry the lords of the wasteland. With well-established trade routes, they took advantage of this period to further exploit the lower classes, squeeze out surplus value, and seek more wealth for the greedy.
"Aww~"
A snow wolf howled, took a running start, and leaped off the ground behind a knight's raised rear end. Its forelegs landed on the knight's back, its hind legs spread out, its tail raised, and the whole wolf leaped over the knight's back, landing perfectly!
"Excellent! As expected of the City Lord's mount!"
"That movement! That agility! It truly bears the mark of the City Lord!"
"Clap clap clap!" (Applause)
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, the white wolf devoured a skewer of roasted mutton. Meanwhile, the other wolves looked on with envy, their eyes fixed on a group of trembling knights. They tried leaping over the goat, either crushing the knights below or falling flat on their faces.
"Huff!"
Firewood burned, and a dozen plump pieces of mutton were roasting on a mesh-like iron rack. The sizzling fire made the fat sizzle, and drops of hot oil slowly slid down the mutton's texture, making it look glistening and releasing an enticing aroma.
"Mmm~ Roasted lamb is the best in the dead of winter~ Mmm..."
A fine bearskin carpet was laid out on the ground. The fox king, with his black hair hanging down, sat cross-legged. He twitched the fox ears that protruded from his hair, held several skewers of roasted mutton, sprinkled them with seasoning, and took a big bite without any hesitation, his mouth glistening with oil.
The meat is tender and smooth, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, with a delicious taste that goes straight to the tip of your tongue, making it a great enjoyment for your taste buds.
"If Your Highness is so inclined, why not raise some sheep in Titan City?"
On the other side, Khrushchev and Blood Raven sat side by side, relaxing slightly in the lively atmosphere, enjoying the delicious fresh mutton, their stomachs warm and comfortable.
Among them, Khrushchev took advantage of Xiao Han's increased appetite and proposed the idea of raising livestock in Titan City, not only sheep, but also cattle, pigs, chickens and other livestock.
But in winter, lamb is the best ingredient, with its fragrant aroma and warming properties, making it a favorite on the dining table.
Unfortunately, Titan City was primarily engaged in the slave trade, and livestock were all purchased from other cities, so they were not very fresh.
Right now, the Viscount's snow sheep have just been slaughtered, and everyone is having a barbecue feast at the foot of the Viscount's castle, shearing the sheep, eating sheep heads, beating up the guards knights, and even letting the wolves jump over the goats. This can't just be described as unrestrained; it's clearly treating the Viscount like a pig to be slaughtered, killing him with such gusto and gusto that it's almost like a grand celebration.
"De de de de de de!"
The sound system suddenly burst out, playing an erhu and a mocking tune. The whole sheep farm was filled with a joyful atmosphere, but for the tormented knight who was being tossed around like a goat, it was a bitter pill to swallow and he had no dignity left.
The joy of the victors is often built upon the suffering of the vanquished.
Caught off guard by the wolf pack's sudden attack, the patrolling knights were unable to notify the Viscount before the wolves broke through their lines at a speed far exceeding the Viscount's reaction time.
The two sides were not even on the same level; it was a one-sided crushing defeat.
"Smack!"
The half-dead guard knight lay at Xiao Han's feet. He raised his swollen, red eyes and looked in terror at the wolf pack's leader, a...
A handsome and elegant fox-person?
"It's a wolf!"
Xiao Han, speaking with righteous indignation, bit off a large piece of mutton and said fiercely.
Meeting the puzzled gaze of the guard knight, Xiao Han stopped wasting words: "Where is your viscount located?"
"that……"
"call out!"
A sharp longsword landed on the guard knight's shoulder, the tip of the sword slicing through the shoulder armor and leaving a trail of blood.
Khrushchev, sword in hand, remained indifferent, his gaze icy: "His Highness has asked you to answer a question. Speak quickly."
"Yes...yes, sir..."
The newly appointed guard knight glanced warily at the blood-stained sword. The stinging pain in his shoulder indicated that the sword had pierced through his shoulder armor and struck his shoulder in an instant.
"That's... the Viscount's bedroom. When I came out, he was still in bed with two maids..."
"boom!"
Before he could finish speaking, his pupils reflected a dazzling firelight. A massive fireball, falling from the sky and trailing a howling tail of flame, smashed through the castle's defenses. The immense destructive power blasted a huge hole in the ground, tearing it apart to both sides!
Accompanied by piercing screams, flames roared, and the sky and earth collapsed!
The Royal Guard Knight stared blankly at the scene; it seemed he had just been pointing in the direction the fireball had fallen.
In an instant, his body stiffened as he stared at the seemingly harmless "newbie wolf king" in the main seat, his heart suddenly stopping.
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