Farming with Entries: From Lord to Emperor-Chapter 488 - 258: I Don’t Believe You (6K)

Lord Manor of Long Winter Town.

Inside the reception hall.

Wild animal skins hung on the walls, with a cracked shield hanging above them.

Baron Sloer leaned back in a chair wrapped in animal skins, a fawning smile on his face.

Opposite him sat a middle-aged man.

He was tall and thin, with a stern face, wearing the emblem of the Red Griffin Family on his chest.

"Lord Leviathan, thank you for bringing such abundant goods."

Sloer’s voice was ingratiating,

"Of course, I have prepared a return gift, which includes something for you."

"Hmm, not bad."

Leviathan showed a hint of a smile, seemingly very satisfied with Sloer’s arrangements.

"The two young girls who have been with me for more than ten days are very unfortunate, I intend to take them in."

"Ah, no problem!"

Sloer immediately reacted, nodding repeatedly.

But he was secretly pleased, he had not judged wrong.

Assigning these two girls to the Red Griffin Family was Sloer’s purchase of two female slaves, specifically used to earn money from the trade convoy bosses and guards.

Experienced and skilled.

Didn’t expect this old guy to get addicted.

However, exchanging two female slaves for a Count’s emissary’s satisfaction was worth it.

"They will be yours from now on, I will send their selling contracts to you later," Sloer emphasized.

Leviathan nodded, without any reservation, openly instructed,

"As for the part you mentioned for me, remember to exchange it for animal skins and herbs, I don’t want anything else."

"Absolutely no problem."

Sloer agreed readily, with a hint of greed in his eyes,

"Then for the remaining half of the goods..."

"Once Miss Avril is brought back, the goods will be delivered."

"Great!"

Sloer said happily, "I’ve already dispatched the best messenger, I believe Frost Leaf Town will have a response within a day or two."

Sloer stood up and poured a glass of wine for emissary Leviathan,

"Rest assured, I will definitely treat Miss Avril well."

"This is all insignificant."

Leviathan casually said, "What’s important is that she will eternally stay here, not allowed to contact anyone else, as for the rest."

"Do as you please."

Leviathan’s words suddenly stunned Sloer.

He slowly put down the wine glass, his lips slightly curled,

"Do you mean that no matter how I treat Avril, the Red Griffin Family won’t care?"

"Marrying you, she is yours."

Leviathan said leisurely, "Even if she dies unfortunately, as long as there’s a legitimate reason, the Red Griffin Family will only feel regret."

"Won’t affect our trade?" Sloer’s eyes widened.

"No."

Leviathan unequivocally replied.

Sloer paused for a moment in silence, his smile becoming more meaningful,

"In that case, I understand."

Sloer snapped back to reality and looked at Leviathan, "Could I trouble emissary to stay here for two more days, the news should arrive soon."

"Hmm."

Leviathan stood up, "I heard the coldwater fish here tastes delicious, I want to personally go fishing and experience it, can you arrange that?"

"Of course, I will personally make arrangements for you."

Sloer gestured, leading Leviathan out of the reception hall.

As soon as they stepped out the doorway, a soldier rushed towards them in a panic!

Before reaching them, his foot slipped, and he fell in front of Sloer, beside him, Leviathan chuckled and shook his head.

"What’s the rush!"

Sloer’s face was livid, "What happened can’t be told slowly?"

"Lord, Lord, there’s an army of hundreds charging towards us from the east,"

The soldier quickly got up and knelt before Sloer, his voice trembling, "Less than three kilometers away!"

"What did you say?"

Sloer’s eyes widened, "Where are our scouts? Why is this being reported now!"

"I don’t know either, my Lord!" the soldier’s voice was full of grievance and bewilderment.

"Worthless!"

Sloer kicked the soldier aside and ordered loudly, "The whole town prepare for battle!"

Sloer dared not linger, swiftly ran to the highest lookout tower, surveying the distance.

The sight instantly made his legs weak, he nearly kneeled on the ground—

A silvery-steel stream was rapidly approaching Long Winter Town, while two massive figures hovered in the sky.

...

...

A dragon claw battle flag with a black background and gold patterns flapped fiercely in the wind.

The uniform footsteps trampled the earth, the sound like thunder, each step landed on the hearts of Long Winter Town residents.

Wearing Dragon Scale Armor, Luo De patted the neck of Thunder, the young dragon flapped its wings and landed at the front of the troop.

The outskirts of Long Winter Town were encircled by stone and wooden stake built walls.

The stone foundation was solid and stable, deeply embedded in the earth.

The walls were about five or six meters high, with sharpened stakes and wooden battlements on top.

At each corner stood a high wooden lookout tower, archers with Bows and Arrows stood within.

The gate of Long Winter Town was constructed from thick pinewood boards, heavy iron hoops tightly fastened the planks.

The defense was far better than Frost Leaf Town before, exceeding Luo De’s expectations.

Of course, Luo De’s army was also beyond Long Winter Town’s expectations.

The guards’ faces turned pale as paper in an instant, their grips on weapons trembled uncontrollably, eyes filled with despair and fear.

Who can tell them, what those winged creatures are?

Baron Sloer stood at the highest point of the lookout post, his face long lost its usual grace.

The cool spring breeze gusted, but couldn’t dry the sweat on Sloer’s forehead.

Sloer forced himself to calm down, adjusted his collar, cleared his throat.

Shouting in the gentlest tone possible:

"Noble friends outside!"