Evil dragon has a warm heart-Chapter 123 - 122 Re-cultivating Battle Qi

Chapter 123: Chapter 122: Re-cultivating Battle Qi

Chapter 123 -122: Re-cultivating Battle Qi

The banquet ended.

The Wildcat Sisters left the manor’s annex, with Charles, Eric, and others accompanying them. A drunken Charles rambled on endlessly.

It was a pity that the Wildcat Sisters didn’t pay any attention to what he was saying.

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When they reached the stone houses, everyone went their separate ways. Eric returned directly to his stone house with his family, while Charles stood at the door of his own stone house, watching the retreating figures of the Wildcat Sisters as they headed across the street, and he couldn’t help but lick his lips.

Kevin the Gold and Silver Wolfhound escorted his former young masters until they entered the wooden hut across the street.

The officials’ quarters were not yet built, so it was impossible for them to stay at Charles’s place every day; hence, they rented a wooden hut nearby.

The conditions were very simple, but compared to life in the cave, it was already a heavenly difference.

“Kevin, we’re home now, you should go back,” Catherine knelt on the ground, affectionately rubbing her head against Kevin’s.

“Woof.” Kevin said goodbye and then stood up to leave.

Catherine watched Kevin leave, her face with deep laugh lines bearing a smile, and she softly exclaimed, “Seeing Kevin so lively and even becoming a Fantasy Beast, it’s all so wonderful, sister. Everything’s so beautiful.”

“Yes,” Katie responded to her sister.

Lighting a kerosene lamp, the dressing mirror by the bed lit up, instantly reflecting her tall, slender figure.

Her face, which had seemed somewhat aged, had become somewhat plumper due to the recent sunshine and adequate food, making her appear two to three years younger, back to the age this body should be.

“Do you think, sister, that we could be dreaming?” Catherine leaned on the doorway, looking at the moonlight in the sky.

“Stop being silly, Catherine,” Katie twisted her body in front of the dressing mirror, pleased with her increasingly good condition, “We are truly living under the sun now, following a lord with boundless prospects.”

She drank a lot at the dinner party, making her face red and particularly attractive—at least Katie thought she was very attractive.

Beauty and ugliness are merely different in aesthetics, but confidence is the most captivating.

“Yes, Sir has limitless prospects. It’s hard to imagine that we, ants living in a cave, could also attract the attention of a Great Dragon, following such a… such a handsome lord!” Catherine’s eyes sparkled.

As her sister’s confidante, Katie knew what Catherine was thinking, “Be realistic, Catherine. Sir is a Great Dragon in the clouds, and you and I are but wild horses in the fields. Stop thinking about such impossible things.”

“We’re wildcats, wildcats, wildcats. How many times have I told you, we’re the Wildcat Sisters, not some wild horses or dogs!”

“Why are you always so concerned about this?

“Why shouldn’t I care? Dogs only wag their tails at people, and horses are ridden all their lives, but cats don’t. Cats scratch people!” Catherine said indignantly, closing the door, “If we’re going to be something, let’s be roses with thorns!”

“I like Kevin; Kevin is nice.”

“Kevin is not a stray dog; Kevin is our family!”

“Now he’s a member of Sir Eric’s household,” Katie delivered a stark reality, for Kevin had changed.

“But I will always consider him family,” Catherine insisted, sighing again, “If Sir Eric weren’t married with children, I would really like to marry him. That way, I wouldn’t have to be separated from Kevin, and we could be together forever.”

“You really are sentimental, dreaming all day of this and that… Maybe you should fantasize about Charles instead. Perhaps he would be willing to divorce for you.”

Catherine rolled her eyes, “He’s too noisy; I’d rather marry John.”

John was Russell’s Knight Attendant, serving as an escort officer as well as the leader of the Cordyceps Guard Squad, currently single and unmarried.

“How many men have you fantasized about?” Katie stripped off her clothes, splashed water on her body, and said seriously, “You’re not allowed to fantasize about Sir anymore; it’s disrespectful… You must also limit your contact with Eric and Charles. Don’t ruin other people’s families… John is a good choice.”

“Don’t just talk about me. What about you? Who are you thinking of?”

“I’m not thinking of anyone. I will not marry in this lifetime. Understand?” Katie dried off her body, not bothering to dress, and sat cross-legged on the bed, beginning her cultivation.

Catherine couldn’t help but admire her, “Sister, are you really going to recultivate Battle Qi?”

“Yes.”

“We’ve already taken the ranger’s wrong path, and there’s no turning back now. Sister, you’re wasting your effort; you can’t become a knight!”

“No one knows what the future holds,” Katie replied softly. “Before we met Sir, I thought we sisters would rot in the caves, but in the blink of an eye, we now have the life we’ve dreamed of. That’s an example.”

“But…”

“There are no ‘buts.’ Whether it’s for you, or for Sir, or even for myself, I must rebuild my Battle Qi!” Katie never felt completely secure inside. Only Battle Qi could fill that gap in her sense of security.

Catherine sighed softly, wanting to follow and practice too, but after wiping down her body, she gave up. She was never as hard-working as her sister from a young age.

Of course, she wasn’t as good-looking as her sister either.

…

Every evening, Magic Medicine Tun would bustle with excitement. The serfs would take over the whole clearing in the Medicine Tun.

Families, old and young, would start working before it was completely dark and continue tirelessly planting trees until the bright moon rose.

While planting trees, they would also loudly praise, “Praise the Lord! A copper coin!”

After nine o’clock, if anyone still hadn’t gone home, the hamlet chief and serf managers would start herding people, forcing everyone to rest.

The serfs reluctantly headed home under the moonlight.

Fortunately, before the herding began, the hamlet chief personally settled the rewards for planting trees.

So everyone quickly and happily began counting their earnings for the evening: “Haha, my family planted seventeen trees today. If it weren’t for the shortage of saplings, we could have planted at least twenty more. Hahahaha, that’s seventeen copper coins earned tonight!”

“We need to push harder, the whole manor is planting trees. With fifteen hundred acres, it won’t last long!” Some serfs began to worry.

And indeed, this was the case.

While a hundred and fifty thousand trees seemed like a lot, divided among nearly four thousand heads in the manor, each person would only be able to plant around thirty to forty trees.

“The Lord truly is kind and generous,” Court Chief Hans said while riding his little donkey along the ridges of the fields.

His son, daughter-in-law, daughter, and son-in-law had all gone to plant trees.

However, as the Court Chief, Hans didn’t need to plant trees himself; he only needed to supervise the people of Lentil Hamlet in planting.

He had to ensure that the rewards were distributed promptly and that the saplings were planted correctly.

Moreover, in the future, he would have to calculate the survival rate of the saplings. If the survival rate fell below the standard, not only would he not receive a reward, but he would also have to hold the people accountable and punish those who had carelessly worked and killed the trees.

Of course.

The survival rate set by Russell was not high. As long as the serfs planted the trees carefully, given the current climate conditions, the trees were almost guaranteed to survive.

“It’s also because the Lord is generous and kind that the Great Dragon watches over us, and the mushroom bugs in the Lord’s house managed to evolve into mushroom birds,” said Mrs. Sharby, following behind Hans with Lentil Hamlet’s hamlet chief.

“You’re absolutely right, Mrs. Sharby.”

“Are you heading back now?”

“Yes, going back. You all should go rest early too,” Hans waved his hand.

Mrs. Sharby smiled and said, “I should rest too. My old man has trouble with his legs, and it’s difficult for him to go to the toilet when there’s no one at home.”

A serf manager following behind laughed and joked, “We can’t let Old Veg go to the toilet by himself; if he misses, the loss will be in copper coins!”

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(Map of Blackwaist Serpent Manor made by the book friend “Dongchenxuan | Star Soul,” which is so much better than the one drawn by Old Bai~)