Everyone Wants Me Dead: The Villain Lord's Survival Diary-Chapter 50 – Essence
Loli busied herself for quite a while before emerging again.
Her face bore a sweet smile, as if she had accomplished something quite fulfilling.
However, Sylvie was left staring blankly at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, completely at a loss as to what the little maid had been up to.
Only two words echoed in his mind: "That's it??"
Loli licked her lips and covered her mouth with a giggle, thinking her master was simply tired.
She then snuggled lightly into her master's warm embrace, just as the older maids had taught her, and with her smooth, delicate feet, she joyfully skipped down to wash her face and rinse her mouth.
Afterwards, she tiptoed back to the bed.
Feeling the warm, soft presence of the little maid back in his arms, Sylvie stared blankly, his mind a muddle, as if a thousand alpacas were trampling through his brain.
"Master, hug me~"
Loli lay in her master's arms, her face a beautiful shade of crimson.
With a shy smile, she guided Sylvie's hand to her soft, smooth back, nuzzling against his broad chest like a puppy, her tender feet gently rubbing against Sylvie's calf. She looked up and asked:
"Master, hehe, weren't you just asleep?"
Sylvie hesitated for a moment. He hadn't intended to speak, but the matter gnawed at him, so he quietly asked:
"Loli, what... what were you doing just now..."
"I..."
Loli blushed at his words, burying her head in Sylvie's chest, leaving only her little ears twitching outside.
After a moment of silence, she finally mustered the courage to murmur:
"Loli... Loli was practicing... Master, don't you like it?"
"..."
Sylvie was silent for a moment, then, under the little maid's anxious gaze, he rubbed his nose and said helplessly:
"I do like it, but the person who taught you the flute might not have taught you the essence."
"Huh? Why... Sister Lina clearly demonstrated it to me..."
Loli lifted her head from Sylvie's embrace, her soft and cute face full of confusion.
She stared blankly at Sylvie, tilted her head in thought, and then, as if realizing something, tentatively asked:
"Master, I kissed your chest 298 times and rubbed your thigh for so long, don't you like it..."
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"......."
Sylvie closed his eyes in pain, saying helplessly:
"Never mind, it's nothing... I do like it, let's sleep, tomorrow morning I'll take you to experience it."
Loli pressed her little face against Sylvie's arm, breathing in her master's scent, her face full of confusion.
Surely, she hadn't done it right!
"Sister Lina said that if I did this, Master would want to have a baby with me, but..."
Loli furrowed her brows, secretly resolving in her heart:
"I'll ask Sister Lina again tomorrow... No, I'll ask every sister, even Mrs. Chris."
"Loli must master the secret of having a baby with Master!"
At that moment, the little maid's eyes burned with a determined fire.
...
Sylvie slept until dawn.
For the first time, he saw the little maid still nestled in his arms.
But she was clasping her hands together, feeling the Breath of the Wilds. Sylvie could sense that the power emanating from Loli was even stronger this time.
He believed that with another one or two experiences, Loli would awaken.
Due to last night's unexpected events, Sylvie hadn't had the chance to try out his thoughts, so he could only wait until tonight to try again with Loli.
Fortunately, there was nothing else to do now, so he stroked the girl's soft waist while checking the System Store to see what useful items he could exchange for with his 2000 Villain Points.
"Ballista, magic stones... huh, when did a household goods section appear, let's take a look..."
"Soaps, perfumes, these are good, they can be sold in the Royal Capital for money... Ice silk lace lingerie? Hmm... let's get a set, it's only fifty points..."
"Dynamite? But it's expensive... Siege equipment, 600 points?"
"Siege ladder?!"
Sylvie's eyes lit up, a strange idea flashing through his mind.
...
"Quick, quick, quick! Run!"
"Emergency assembly!"
In a small village near Winterfell City, a knight was loudly commanding a group of young militia.
"Form up! Attention!"
", Sir Knight! The Ironwood Town militia has assembled, totaling 103 men."
In Ironwood Town under Winterfell City's jurisdiction, a group of militia gathered in the square.
They held either wooden spears or simply the butcher knives from their homes, and some carried hunting bows on their backs.
Compared to their weapons, their attire was even more varied.
Some wore thick winter coats with vine armor made from ironwood vines over them.
Others wrapped themselves in simple animal skins with leather helmets, while some simply tied iron plates to their plain linen clothes with ropes.
Though their attire was shabby, their formation was relatively neat.
Unlike the dull-eyed militia of other territories, their morale was higher, and their eyes were filled with eagerness.
These farmers, upon hearing that the lord was going to war, put down their tasks and volunteered.
In the past, this would have been impossible, and knights would have had to go house to house to round them up.
Their eagerness was because the lord had abolished the tithe tax for them.
These serfs, living at the very bottom of society, never imagined such kindness from their lord.
Therefore, whenever they had the chance, they wanted to contribute to their lord.
In their simple minds, the lord's war was to defend the territory.
And for the serfs now, life was visibly improving, and they wanted to defend not only the territory but also their land, family, and this benevolent lord.
The knight looked at these willing militia with some emotion, but lacking the words to express it, he could only continue his duties.
"Maintain formation, don't scatter, target Winterfell City, march forward."
Led by the knight, these militia moved towards Winterfell City with respect for their lord and reluctance to leave their homes.
Leaving behind only the gradually receding figures for the elderly, women, and children who saw them off.
This scene was happening simultaneously in many villages and towns near Winterfell City.
Since Sylvie's order to establish a patrol team had been passed to these towns yesterday, the militia assembled even faster.
By that afternoon, all the militia near Winterfell City had gathered.
It was clear that the local militia within Winterfell City were much better equipped, at least having decent weapons and full armor. Those without armor had tied iron pots and plates to themselves, clearly bringing all they had.
As Sylvie stood on the parade platform, he deeply felt the subtle influence his actions had on these lower-class subjects.
Though he hadn't paid special attention, these farmers remembered everything.
Especially the formal sword and shield soldiers, their gazes towards Sylvie were almost fervent, as if they were witnessing a deity.
Sylvie had no doubt that if there were mountains of knives and seas of fire before them, these sword and shield soldiers would charge forward fearlessly at his command.
This was far better than the apathetic freemen described by the system.
After reviewing the soldiers, Sylvie visited Little Fatty's home, where his mother's condition had stabilized, though her lung disease still lacked a solution. According to Old Parker, they could only manage it with medication for now.
Sylvie then visited the families of other martyrs whose compensation funds had been stolen, reissuing the funds to them before returning to Winterfell Keep under their grateful gazes.
At that moment, in the council hall of Winterfell Keep, a strategic meeting concerning the Buton Territory and the Border Iron Mine was about to begin.
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Chapter 50 – Essence
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