Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 105 Enemy Attack
Miriel came to Highcliff Castle three days ago, but this time he did not pass by with the caravan. Instead, he came to deliver something to Levi. Since he had nothing else to do, he planned to stay for a few more days before leaving.

Unexpectedly, this gave the lord an opportunity, and he immediately and diligently taught Miriel how to play mahjong and then started a game.

Playing cards naturally requires jackpots, so every round involves a bet of two gold coins.

Miriel is a typical loser. The more he loses, the more excited he becomes.

In just two or three days, the lord won more than a hundred gold grams from her, which was a huge profit.

As for Zat and Beristina who were there to make up the numbers, their money was sponsored by the lord, and it was just a transfer from one hand to the other.

However, the lord also sighed that one cannot judge a person by his appearance. Miriel, who lost more than a hundred gold coins without blinking an eye, was obviously a wealthy woman who was hiding her true colors.

My lord, you have won so much. Even selling ditches doesn’t make money so fast.

"I don't want to play anymore. I don't want to play anymore." Miriel, who lost so much money and never won a single round, was full of doubts about his life and finally waved his hands repeatedly.

To be honest, one hundred gold grams was nothing to her, but she was really in a bad mood after playing so many games in a row without winning a single game.

This made the lord smack his lips with a sense of unsatisfaction. It seemed that taking advantage of the woman too much was not a good idea. He should cheat less next time and let this woman win a few games.

"But I didn't expect that you have done such detailed research on these historical issues." Levi started chatting.

In his original impression, Miriel was a big-breasted and brainless half-elf, but he didn't expect that she would actually do this kind of research on historical documents.

Unexpectedly, Miriel looked puzzled: "Research? This incident almost plunged Derby into chaos. The scandal that the Crown Prince of Derby chose an illegitimate child was even known to all the countries. How come you don't even know this?"

"Back then? How many years ago did you mean?"

Miriel's confident tone even made Levi doubt himself, but he racked his brains to recall the memories of his previous life, but he couldn't find any information about this "well-known" incident of the year, as if he was not a Derby.

"I can't remember, it should be more than 30 years."

"..."

The Lord asked expressionlessly: "Guess how old I am this year?"

"..."

This misunderstanding is really speechless. Although half-elves do not have the same lifespan as orthodox elves, they are still an immortal species compared to humans.

The lifespans and growth cycles of the two are completely different, which leads to obvious differences in their concepts of time, thus causing such a misunderstanding.

It was not until this moment that Levi finally intuitively understood the meaning of the sentence circulating on the Internet in his previous life: an elf is passed down through three generations, and the elf remains even though the person is gone.

"To be honest, I'm now very curious about who you are as Duke Florina." The lord was particularly curious at this time.

"My lord, being too curious is not a good thing sometimes." Miriel didn't know what the Lord of Highcliff Castle was thinking, so he said unhappily.

"Tsk, maybe she's Florina's stepmother, or even Florina's grandmother's generation."

The lord did not dare to say this aloud and could only slander it in his heart.

With no cards to play, the lord simply lay down on the recliner and let the goat girl loosen up his muscles that were a little stiff after sitting for so long.

Wearing a pair of wooden flip-flops and a tiger-skin coat, and with the pretty maid beside him who had a slim waist, long legs and a pretty face, he looked like a second-generation warlord who was greedy for money and lustful.

As for why it is the second generation, it is because the first generation is not as handsome as him.

"Sir! Sir!" At this time, the warriors of the Burning Legion dragged a creature that was neither human nor ghost and rushed over at full speed.

"Oh my god, what the hell is this new species?" Even though Levi knew the diversity of species in this world, he was still shocked by the creature in front of him.

"My lord, this man said he was Chief Bem of the Windsurge Tribe," the orc said, scratching his head.

Hearing this, Levi carefully looked at this half-human, half-ghost thing, and after a long time he saw a little bit of a similar outline to Bem: "How did you become like this?"

In my impression, Bem was wearing a proper Debe suit, his brown hair was tied up in strands with a hair tie, and his two conspicuous big gold teeth made the lord's heart beat fast.

But now the well-dressed Chief Bem had turned into a complete savage, covered in mud, with messy hair and emitting a foul odor. If he curled up into a ball, Levi would have thought he was a larger pile of cow dung.

I don’t know what this old guy has been through.

"My lord! The Fengyong tribe is finished! The Fengyong tribe is finished! Gaoya Castle will be destroyed soon..." Bem burst into tears as if he had seen a savior and wanted to come over and hug the lord's thighs.

Snapped!
Levi kicked Bem to the ground and said viciously.

"Damn it! How dare you curse my High Cliff Castle?!"

Levi's good mood in the morning disappeared completely at this moment. After all, no one would be in a good mood if they were yelled at that the day was over just at the beginning of the morning.

"My lord, a legion is about to attack Highcliff Castle!" Bem shouted miserably, as pitiful as a chrysanthemum that had been brutally destroyed.

At this moment, as if to confirm what Bem said, a low horn sounded from High Cliff Castle.

Levi was dumbfounded, and the tiger-skin coat he was wearing fell silently to the ground.

At this moment, he seemed like a warlord who was surrounded by a large army and was about to fall.

Beristina, Miriel and the beautiful maid behind them were at a loss as if they were concubines who were about to be divided up.

"Can anyone tell me who is the bastard who dared to attack Highcliff Castle?"

When people sit at home, disaster comes from heaven.

This made the lord very angry and furious. A giant sword made of door panel reinforced by Fed's craftsmen appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he ran out angrily dragging the giant sword.

"Gather! Gather!"

The lord's roar resounded throughout the sky above High Cliff Castle. The anger contained in it made everyone feel uneasy, and they silently mourned for the person who was about to bear his wrath.

……

"So, this is just a misunderstanding?"

The lord had a terribly cold expression on his face, sitting on a piece of blue stone with his horse and sword in his hands.

The orc who reported this was two feet tall and four inches tall, with a broad and fat body. At this moment, he lowered his head and wished he could bury himself in the ground.

"Yes, boss." The morning breeze was as cool as the end of October, but beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on the orc's forehead.

Zat, who was standing next to the lord, stood straight like a marble pillar, not daring to breathe.

"What happened?"

At this time, a puzzled voice was heard.

　There is another chapter tonight

　　
　
(End of this chapter)