Final Lord

Chapter 152 Meyer's Guess

After the crow removed her blindfold, Meyer stared blankly at the scene before her for a very long time.

The towering ice wall that stretched to the sky and the cloud giant who was instructing the villagers filled Mair's eyes with confusion.

The cloud giant seemed to be the embodiment of a deity from a bard's song. The enormous ice wall resembled a pillar of frost that suppressed the far north ice plains in a book.

The villagers lived in igloos that looked incredibly expensive, and kept frost wolves even bigger than herself. Giant bears, nearly three meters tall, plowed the fields, while humans with whips rode on the backs of frost wolves for leisurely strolls…

no……

Is this still human territory? Could I have wandered into some mythical realm? Father, where have you placed me here? You know such a powerful lord, why have you never told me?
Meyer fell into deep thought.

To be honest, when she saw the soldiers who could turn into crows relaying news of her father's death, she already sensed something was wrong, but she never expected that this place would be so strange!
At first, Mair felt that the population of Wang Bufu's territory was severely insufficient. Apart from the mysterious lord and the cavemen, she did not recognize any other races in Wang Bufu's territory.

She finally arrived here and saw humans, but their appearance was so different from hers!

Something is wrong, something is so wrong!
As a child, Meyer felt that something was wrong with his father.

He claimed to be a fur merchant, but he had a large gang of thuggish brothers who acted arrogantly and domineeringly, and would kill the entire family of anyone who got into a conflict.

What kind of businessman is that? Business people believe in making money through harmony. Even if they have to use tricks, they do it secretly and underhandedly.

Previously, Meyer only thought that her father had a bad temper and was easily irritable, but now she understands!
“My father wasn’t a businessman at all; he was the private soldier of that mysterious lord!”

Yes, only in this way can many questions be explained.

For example, the occasional smell of blood on her father, the nanny's respectful attitude towards him, and the fact that her father rarely talked to her about the caravan's operations, yet knew the distribution of all the trade routes like the back of his hand...

Meyer clenched his fist, weaving a perfectly happy story in his mind.

My father said he was an orphan, so I don't have any grandparents. My father must have been a soldier under this mysterious lord, and a very important secret soldier at that, doing dangerous work for a high salary, living paycheck to paycheck, and thus accumulating a considerable amount of money.

He met my mother by chance and was deeply moved by her beauty and kindness, falling in love with her.

To this end, she defied the mysterious lord's rules to be with my mother and gave birth to me. But this marriage was clearly not permitted by the mysterious lord, so my father could only visit me secretly.

My father's scrambled brothers must be under this mysterious lord's command, just like my father. The money my father received was a reward from this mysterious lord after completing missions.

My father was definitely not killed by bandits, but rather he tragically died while helping this mysterious lord complete a mission.

But before my father died, he managed to tell this mysterious lord about my existence.

The person is already dead, so rules and regulations don't matter anymore. That's why the mysterious lord sent someone to bring me back from the shackles!

Perfect reasoning! The only problem is that the mysterious lord looks rather young. But that's not a big issue. Powerful beings in the Divine Realm have many ways to maintain their appearance; looking young precisely indicates the mysterious lord's immense strength.

It must be said that Meyer's guess was quite accurate, at least more than half right. Unfortunately, a small error can lead to a huge discrepancy.

Johnson's lord was not Wang Bufu, but Viscount Hank. He was not only not Johnson's lord, but also Johnson's enemy.

But at this moment, Mair was unaware of this. Her guess gradually calmed her uneasy heart. "You must be Mair?" The voice in her ear brought Mair out of her thoughts.

She looked up and immediately saw a young man with a bright smile.

He was wearing a sheepskin coat and had several bandages wrapped around his head. He said to Mair, "The lord has already arranged a room for you. Please come with me."

"Thank you! Young man, who are you...?" Mair quickly replied and walked over to Joey's side.

Joey tugged at his sheepskin coat and laughed, "My name is Joey. I used to be a shepherd, and now I'm the commander of the First Cavalry Regiment of New Gru Territory."

A cavalry regimental commander?! So young!
A look of shock flashed across Mair's eyes, and his voice became more respectful.

"Ah! Commander Joey, I didn't know that just now. My attitude was a bit rude. Please forgive me..."

"It's alright, it's alright!" Joey felt relieved by the officer's words.

Since the sled cavalry regiment was established, he, as the territory's most outstanding dog trainer and sled rider, has taken on the heavy responsibility of training the dogs. Everyone calls him Brother Dog, and no one even calls him by his real name, Joey, anymore.

Although "Dog Brother" is a respectful title, Joey still felt it was a bit odd. "Commander" sounded much more comfortable.

He gave Mair an appreciative look and said, "The people of our New Gru territory are very friendly. Just settle down here and wait for the lord to make arrangements for you."

Meyer's eyes darted around, and he asked in a low voice:
"Sir, what is our lord's name?"

“Kate Gru”.

“Kate Gru…” Meyer chewed on the name, his expression somewhat strange.

Joey smiled: "What, never heard of it?"

"Ah. I was just ignorant," Mair quickly explained.

“It doesn’t matter if you haven’t heard of him.” Joey laughed freely and arrogantly: “Sooner or later, the Lord’s name will be known to everyone in the entire Duchy of Stags!”

Although Joey spoke arrogantly, Meyer didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

She glanced at the vast ice wall, then at the obedient frost wolf beside Joey, and nodded in deep agreement.

As Meyer followed Joey through the ice-sculpted streets, a woman wrapped in thick felt peeked out of an igloo and waved to her warmly: "Oh! New girl! Come and have a bowl of hot deer milk to warm yourself up!" Before she could refuse, the earthenware bowl was shoved into her hands.

"I'm so sorry," Mair said, flustered and wanting to express her gratitude, but the woman went into the igloo before she could refuse.

“Just drink it. Aunt Eileen is the manager of our reindeer breeding farm. She oversees more than twenty reindeer, and there’s more reindeer milk than we can drink.” Joey said with a smile, and told him to just leave the bowl at the door after he finished drinking.

"Then...then I'll drink it." Mair brought the bowl to her lips, the warm milky aroma mixed with the sweetness of honey flowing from her throat into her heart.

(End of this chapter)