Lord blessed by the elves

Chapter 84 Villain
The two insect spirits, especially Huang Deng, avoided their overly "enthusiastic" little master like the plague.

As soon as they hear Elena's footsteps approaching the insect house, they immediately seek out a corner to hide.

Once, Huang Deng hid in the crack of the beam in the insect house to avoid Elena's "care," causing Elena to be unable to find it and think it had disappeared. She was so anxious that she almost cried. In the end, it was Kruze who had to come out and pull the "naughty boy" down from the beam.

Just then, Butler Buffett and Wilstone, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, hurriedly entered the purple sweet potato field.

Both of them had clearly come directly from the construction site, their robes and hems still covered in fresh mud and dust.

Butler Buffet gazed at the elven insect radiating a soft purple light in Elena's palm, his face filled with unbelievable excitement and joy. He removed his hat and exclaimed sincerely, "Young Master! You...you are truly a lucky one deeply favored by the glory of knighthood! Since you returned to the territory to take charge, this is already the second elven insect to descend upon our Lion Fang Territory! This is simply a miracle bestowed by the goddess!"

Wilstone also bowed with his hand on his chest, his eyes gleaming with admiration, echoing the butler's praise: "Indeed! The young master's return has brought unprecedented vitality and good fortune to the territory. This is not only luck, but also a testament to your own ability and charm, young master, that even the spirits of nature are willing to gather here."

Hearing the heartfelt praise from his two right-hand men and seeing the heartwarming scene of his sister and Zi Zi getting along harmoniously, Kruze felt a sense of satisfaction.

"The fact that our territory has been blessed by the elf insects time and again is all thanks to your hard work and loyal assistance." Kruse first looked at Buffel and Wilstone with certainty, then changed the subject and shared his "important discovery."

"Through my careful observation and research over the past few days, I have discovered that the chances of the Fairy Insect being born are significantly increased near plants that grow particularly vigorously or exhibit unique morphological variations! Therefore, I hereby issue this order: from now on, whether in farmland, orchards or anywhere else, if any unusual, mutated, or abnormally tall plant is discovered, you must notify me immediately so that I can personally go and confirm whether it is the Cordyceps of the Fairy Insect!"

After announcing this important "new rule," Kruse waved to old Camis, who had been standing respectfully to the side.

“Old Camis,” he said kindly, “your keen observation and timely reporting of the anomaly this time is truly commendable. To recognize your loyalty and outstanding contribution, I have decided to award you ten silver coins!”

Upon hearing this, an uncontrollable gasp of surprise erupted from the serfs who were listening intently!
Ten silver coins! This was an unimaginable fortune for them, enough for a serf family to live comfortably for more than half a year!

Upon hearing this, Wilstone and Butler Buffett, who were standing behind Kruse, couldn't help but open their mouths slightly, their faces showing disapproval.

In their view, old Camis was merely doing his duty; a few words of praise or a few pounds of grain or a piece of coarse cloth would have sufficed. There was no need to go to such lengths, giving away ten shiny silver coins—it was simply a huge waste.

Butler Buffet even subconsciously wanted to step forward and whisper a word of dissuasion, but was quietly stopped by a calm yet unquestionable look from Kruse.

His eyes clearly said, "My mind is made up, there's no need for further words."

This is exactly the effect Kruse wanted.

He not only wanted to reward the discoverer, but also to use this opportunity to instill a clear concept in the hearts of all his subjects: loyalty, diligence, and contributions to the territory would be rewarded with substantial rewards far beyond imagination! These ten silver coins were an investment in the enthusiasm and cohesion of the entire territory.

Old Camis was so moved that tears streamed down his face. He knelt down with a thud, his hands trembling as he accepted the heavy ten silver coins. His voice choked with emotion as he repeatedly expressed his gratitude: "Thank you... thank you, young master! Thank you, young master! I will definitely guard the garden even more carefully and will never miss a single strange seedling!"

The gazes of the surrounding serfs gradually shifted from initial shock to intense envy and burning desire.

Kruse knew that from this day forward, every slightly different weed on the territory would likely be scrutinized most closely by the serfs.

That's exactly the effect he wanted—everyone acting as "scouts."

Surprises sometimes arrive unexpectedly quickly.

Kruze's decree of "a substantial reward for the discovery of mutated plants" clearly greatly motivated the people.

Not long after, a serf, filled with both trepidation and anticipation, arrived at the castle and asked to report to the young master.

Since Butler Buffet needed to be stationed at the new manor construction site to oversee the construction, he was usually not in the castle during the day. Therefore, the daily affairs of the castle were temporarily handled by Kruse's personal valet, Laureus, and the cook, Mrs. Patmore.

Mrs. Patmore was in charge of the kitchen and the maids, so the duties of reception and initial screening of visitors fell to Laureus.

When the ragged, dusty serf Sam was led before Raoul by the guards, Raoul was leisurely wiping a silver candlestick with a soft cloth. He raised his eyelids, glanced at the uneasy, lowly serf before him, and a fleeting, almost imperceptible look of disgust and condescending disdain flashed across his eyes.

He enjoyed the sense of power he had in temporarily managing the castle's affairs and deciding who could see the young master.

"You said you have something to report directly to the young master?" Lauru put down the candlestick, his voice drawn out with a deliberately affected tone. "What is it? Tell me first." He didn't seem to intend to inform him immediately; instead, he interrogated him like an interrogator.

Serf Sam nervously rubbed his rough, cracked hands and answered obsequiously, "Yes...yes, Lord Raul. I...I found a strange tree in the northern woods. I've never seen one before. It looks very odd...I remembered the young master's orders, so I rushed here to report."

"A strange tree?" Lauru scoffed, shaking his head dramatically, his face full of disdain and mockery. "Do you think any oddly shaped tree could be an elven insect grass? Do you think elven insects are as common as cabbages? The young master is busy with important matters of the territory, how could he have time to make a trip for what you call a 'strange tree'? Are you so desperate for the bounty that you're just making up some excuse to bother the young master?"

(End of this chapter)