I was a lord farming, how did I become an emperor?

Chapter 58 King of the North
Deep within the Rose Manor, in a secluded room.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating the deep red velvet curtains.

The night was deep outside the window, and the occasional chirping of insects drifted in through the slightly open window.

Lady Rose, dressed in a semi-transparent nightgown, swayed gracefully as she held a wine glass and walked into the middle-aged man's arms.

"My dearest Marquis, what brings you here today?"

The man was the ruler of the border town, the Marquis of Hanren, who owned fifteen towns of varying sizes in the northern province.

He leaned back in the dark oak chair, his gaze sharp.

Lady Rose wrapped her arms around the Marquis's neck, her warm breath brushing against his ear: "Weren't you busy with that eagle matter?"

"That eagle's wings are still very strong; let him struggle for a few more days."

Marquis Hanren's fingers traced the soft, white thigh, his voice calm, "You are more important than that eagle."

"That is a great honor, my lord Marquis."

Lady Rose's voice was soft and sweet, coiling around Marquis Coldblade like a snake.

The room was instantly filled with a breathtakingly beautiful scene that made one's blood boil.

After a while.

Marquis Hanren regained his senses, straightened his clothes, and stood by the window to drink the wine in one gulp.

"What noteworthy news have you heard recently?"

Marquis Hanren looked out the window at the dark manor and asked.

"There weren't many, just some trivial little things that weren't worth noting."

Lady Rose stood up, her charming smile fading, her tone becoming calm and composed.

"The alien races in the wasteland were not satisfied with destroying Razor Plains, and began to stir again, attacking Hurricane Valley in the northwest two weeks ago."

"The rest of the country is quite peaceful. The lords are busy with spring planting and stockpiling food. There's nothing noteworthy to report."

"By the way, the little guy who stayed in the border town for a long time has come to the border town and just bought a slave from me today."

Lady Rose's words carried a hint of excitement.
"That little guy was both tough and slick, and had a handsome face that left a deep impression."

"Then I will send you to help me persuade him to become my vassal."

Marquis Coldblade stared at Lady Rose, a slight smile playing on his lips. "I allow you to do whatever you want."

Lady Rose paused, her expression shifting slightly, before she replaced it with a charming smile. "I can't possibly complete such a difficult task. I just want to stay by your side forever."

Marquis Hanren sneered, his gaze deep, and said nothing more.

After a moment of silence, he changed the subject: "Do you think those alien races can help me become the King of the North?"

"How can we help?" Mrs. Rose asked curiously.

"Secretly fund them so they can cripple all the lords of the wasteland, and then I will drive out those alien races and reclaim the land."

“It sounds a bit complicated. You should be able to subdue those lords in the North directly,” Lady Rose said.

“I don’t want those lords, I just want that land.”

Lady Rose stepped forward and leaned against Marquis Coldblade. "Is that wasteland of any value?"

"It doesn't have value now, but it will be valuable once they've completed the construction."

Marquis Hanren gazed out the window into the distance, as if he could already see the future territory.
"Then I will go and pluck the fruit, and I will become the true King of the North."

As he spoke, Marquis Hanren turned around, pulled Lady Rose into his arms, and held her chin with his fingers.

"However, I must first pluck this fruit from you."

……

……

Rhodes stayed in the border town for three and a half days.

Everything went smoothly, and nothing particularly unexpected happened.

The only unexpected thing was that Jess's brother-in-law was bitten to death by a poisonous snake, and his sister became a widow.

This destitute woman, who had to raise two children, eventually decided to sublet her land and go to Frostleaf with Jess.

Rhodes naturally wouldn't refuse.

Now he is willing to accept any resident, even a three-year-old child.

Early morning on the fourth day.

The carts were crammed with the purchased supplies, and thirty cattle and sheep were tied to the back. The sound of hooves mingled with the mooing of sheep as the caravan set off back to Frostleaf Town.

Rhodes actually wanted to buy more, but the prices were just too high.

Fifteen oxen, five cows, and ten goats cost Rhodes one thousand two hundred and fifty silver coins.

This price already exceeds that of ordinary labor slaves. Of course, another reason is that it would be inconvenient to manage more of them.

The smell of livestock filled the air around the procession, and occasionally a cow would flick its tail to shoo away annoying flies.

Besides cattle and sheep, there were also fifty chicks, ducklings, and geese chirping and squeaking in the cage.

After all, there were not only these livestock, but also fifty chicks, ducklings, and geese.

All of these, plus the poultry already in Frostleaf Town, are enough to unlock Rhodes' next entry.

The return journey was smoother than the journey there; the weather was sunny throughout the seven-day trip, and no accidents occurred.

Only Xiaoli was not in good condition and was in a lot of pain.

Perhaps it was the mournful howls of wolves in the wild at night that caused Millie to have recurring nightmares.

I felt drowsy during the day and the jolting on horseback was very uncomfortable.

Rhodes wanted her to rest in the carriage, but she refused.

It's worth mentioning that after Rod's many days of companionship and constant feeding, Millie finally began to trust him somewhat.

And problems arose as a result.

She clung to Rhodes' side, as if only Rhodes could give her a sense of security.

"Hang in there a little longer, we'll be home by noon, then you can get some sleep."

"Hungry……"

Millie, on horseback, leaned against Rhodes's chest, her voice so low it was almost drowned out by the wind.

Rod reached into the bag, pulled out some jerky, and stuffed it into Millie's mouth.

This is the soldiers' rations. The fresh meat has been marinated and repeatedly dried, making it very tough, enough for Millie to eat for a long time.

It not only keeps you full, but it's also a great tool for soothing children.

"Hey! There's a rabbit!" Gunle suddenly shouted from the side.

Rod followed his gaze.

A rabbit darted swiftly across the lush green grass.

With a "bang," the rabbit crashed into a stone pillar standing by the roadside and fell to the ground on the spot.

"Ok?"

Rhodes asked in a questioning tone.

A real-life version of "waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump"?
Are you kidding me?
Gunle scratched his head, jumped off his horse incredulously, picked up the rabbit from the ground, and carried it to Rod's side.

Rod looked at the rabbit and said leisurely, "Won't eating this rabbit make me stupid?"

"I want to eat rabbit."

Millie, her mouth full of jerky, mumbled something.

Her eyes were fixed on the dead rabbit, revealing a primal longing.

"Hmm, eat your jerky first."

Rod patted Millie's head and said with a smile, "I'll have Martha bake it for you when we get back to town."

Rod tossed the rabbit to Gunther, shook the reins, and the horse reared up, continuing on its way.

and many more.

Rhodes suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The little guy had just said he was hungry... when a wild rabbit ran into a rock and died.

Last time, Lady Rose said that she happened to run into the slave-catching team when she was pounced on by the wolf.

Is this a coincidence?
Rhodes had a thought that shocked him.

Could all of this be controlled by Xiaomili?
So, he met the pigeon maker Sean because of this little guy?
Rod couldn't help but look down at Millie, who was still diligently wrapping her jerky.

She still had bits of meat stuck to the corner of her mouth, making her look exceptionally innocent.

Impossible, that ability is too powerful.

Such a small guy couldn't possibly control so many people, could he?
If she truly possessed such abilities, she wouldn't have ended up stranded in the wilderness.

Just as Rhodes was pondering, a cavalryman suddenly charged towards him from the road ahead.

"It is your guard."

Gunle loosened his grip on the battle axe.

As they approached Rhodes, the guards abruptly reined in their horses, raising a cloud of dust.

He dismounted, ran quickly to Rhodes, knelt on one knee, and spoke with fervor in his voice.
"My lord, your dragon egg is behaving strangely!"

(End of this chapter)