Lord blessed by the elves

Chapter 46 Personal Male Servant
At dawn, the first pale rays of sunlight barely dispelled the night fog, illuminating the devastated fields of Langhaoling.

Chief Knight Barto, leading a troop of trembling militia, cautiously opened the castle gates and stepped into this land that seemed to have been ravaged by locusts.

The air was still filled with the raw, green smell of trampled wheat stalks, and a suffocating stillness.

Barto's expression shifted rapidly from initial wariness to disbelief, and finally solidified into a near-ironclad rage.

He walked briskly along the ridges of the fields, his gaze sweeping over the fields where the wheat ears had been neatly cut away, leaving only short stalks, and then looking at the temporary granaries that had been completely emptied, his fists clenching so tightly they cracked.

However, when he rushed to the most precious core of the territory—the special cordyceps field where the wheat spirit insects were located—his steps suddenly stopped, and the rage on his face turned into deep astonishment and a more complex sense of humiliation.

The cordyceps is intact!

That strange plant, symbolizing the foundation of the territory's agriculture and carefully nurtured, still stretches its emerald green leaves in the morning breeze, radiating a faint magical glow.

Not only was the cordyceps itself undamaged, but even the ring of wheat that had been deliberately left around the cordyceps to avoid disturbing the spirit insects was also intact. The golden ears of wheat hung heavily, creating a stark contrast with the surrounding scene of being completely harvested.

The other party not only discovered the location of the elf worms, but also strictly followed the unspoken rule among the noble class regarding the treatment of elf worms—unless it was a war of mortal enmity and annihilation, they would never easily destroy the other party's agricultural foundation!

“Nobles…it must have been done by nobles!” Barto spat out the words through clenched teeth, his voice trembling with anger and a disgusted feeling of being betrayed by “his own people.”

Only nobles who value rules and tradition would maintain such ridiculous "manners," or rather, the bottom line of arrogance, while committing robbery.

That is why the other side was able to be so precise and greedy. They spared the spirit insects that could not be easily touched, but they plundered the rich wheat fields that were nourished by the spirit insects and had the highest yields, leaving them completely clean!

This is more frustrating than mere destruction!

Just then, a militiaman responsible for taking stock of the losses came running over, tumbling and crawling, and reported with a mournful face: "Knight...Sir! Something terrible has happened! The farm tools in the territory's storeroom, as well as many hoes and sickles that each household had left in the fields...have all been stolen!"

These words were like lighting the final powder keg!
"Useless!" The anger and humiliation that had been building up all morning burst forth in an instant. He turned around abruptly, swung his arm, and slapped the unfortunate militiaman hard across the face with a furious slap!
With a sharp "smack," the militiaman didn't even have time to scream before he was flung several meters away like a tattered sack, crashing heavily to the ground and immediately losing consciousness.

The surrounding militiamen were so frightened that they fell silent, trembling, and didn't even dare to lift their heads.

Barto's chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, his eyes bloodshot.

The grain was stolen, the farm tools were looted; this was tantamount to cutting off the Wolf Hair Territory's lifeline for the entire year!
Without farm tools, even autumn sowing cannot be carried out!
He forcefully suppressed the blood that was about to gush out, his voice hoarse and cold, filled with deep-seated hatred as he gave the order:
"To be able to mobilize an army of over a hundred men at once, with complete equipment, swift action, and such familiarity with noble rules... this is something no bandit or minor lord could do! Investigate! Send men immediately to investigate discreetly! See which baronies or viscounties in the surrounding area have suddenly received a large amount of grain, or have any unusual mobilizations! Report even the slightest clue to me!"

Although he understood that since the other party was acting so meticulously, it would be difficult to trace them, and even if they were found out, Wolf Hair Clan's current strength might not be able to do anything to them.

But he simply couldn't swallow this insult! This feud was now firmly established!
After taking a nap, Kruse felt refreshed, all the fatigue and tension of the past few days gone.

He stretched lazily, his bones cracking slightly, before pushing open the door and going out.

Outside the door, a figure stood respectfully with hands at his sides, seemingly having been waiting for a long time.

This was a young male servant who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was dressed neatly but somewhat plainly, and his hair was combed meticulously. When he saw Kruse come out, he immediately bowed and greeted him with such standard movements that it was as if he had been measured with a ruler.

Kruse paused for a moment, then realized that this was probably the personal servant that Butler Buffet had mentioned arranging for him.

In this world, it is customary and a symbol of status for noble children to have personal servants after they come of age or begin to take power. This means that they have officially gained the right to independently manage the affairs of the castle, and their daily lives will be taken care of by dedicated servants.

In contrast, the younger Rezaar and Elena have not yet received this "treatment".

"Good day, esteemed young master." The servant's voice was clear and respectful, carrying the unique vigor of youth, yet restrained by strict etiquette. "From today onwards, I will be responsible for your daily life and personal affairs. I am your personal servant—Lauru Bucket, at your service."

“Lauru Bucket?” Kruze repeated the rather rustic surname subconsciously, his lips twitching slightly.

His gaze swept over Lauru's handsome but undeniably masculine face, and a corner of his mind, from the soul of a former otaku, couldn't help but mutter to himself, a very subtle sense of regret that was unbecoming of a lord arose spontaneously.

He almost subconsciously muttered in a low voice, only he could hear, "Uh... it's well arranged, but... why couldn't it be a sweet and lovable personal maid? That would be more like it..."

Although the voice was soft, Raul, who was nearby, seemed to vaguely catch a few keywords, especially the word "maid".

A faint blush instantly spread across the young male servant's cheeks, his expression became extremely awkward, his eyes darted around, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

He opened his mouth, but had no idea how to respond to his new master's "out-of-touch" remarks, so he could only bury his head even lower and pretend that he hadn't heard anything.

A subtle silence and awkwardness filled the air.

Kruse immediately realized his slip of the tongue, coughed twice, and quickly regained the composure of the future lord, as if his complaint had never happened.

"Yes, Rauru, right? I understand." He nodded, feigning composure. "Go and prepare breakfast for me and bring it to the study."

(End of this chapter)