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

Chapter 163 Breeding Lord
Downstairs, Frank's men were all disarmed and tied up one by one.

The tavern owner obediently knelt on the ground.

Gunle threw Frank down.

"Keep a close eye on him!"

"Yes, Lord Gonler!"

The soldiers used thick hemp ropes to bind Frank's legs, feet, and hands.

Knights deserve at least basic respect.

Tightening the binding rope is the best way to show respect.

Gunle lifted the tavern owner up with one hand and dragged him straight to the kitchen.

"Sir, spare my life!"

Gunle held the old man tightly in his arms, patting the tavern owner's shoulders, which trembled slightly with fear.

"Okay, stop pretending."

The tavern owner chuckled awkwardly, "I was just afraid people would find out we were in cahoots..."

"You did a great job."

Gonner grinned and said, "Don't worry, your achievements will be recorded in your family."

Gunle had originally planned to leave, but upon discovering Frank's scouts, he immediately changed his mind.

Gunle had some men pretend to leave, while the rest hid in the tavern's cellar, and the tavern owner dealt with the scouts.

After Frank and his men had all fallen asleep, the tavern owner tipped off Gunther.

Gunle and his men burst out of the tavern's cellar, swarming forward and wiping out the entire group.

The guards at the village entrance were also killed by the returning men.

In fact, if the knight hadn't been so cautious and had sent someone to follow the tavern owner while he was cooking, preventing the owner from having a chance to cook, it wouldn't have been so complicated.

One packet of sleeping pills, and they were all drugged and passed out.

But thinking about it, it's quite interesting; the cautious knight was drugged by his own squire.

It's interesting to think about.

The tavern owner's eyes lit up at Gunle's words. "Sir, may I ask how many there are..."

"I don't know the exact amount, but your two sons will definitely have enough to eat and drink before spring plowing."

Gunle assured him, "Don't call me 'Master' anymore. We only have one Master, Lord Rod of Black Pine Ridge."

"Okay, okay, I've got it."

The tavern owner bowed and said, "Please thank Lord Rhodes for me."

The old man used to be a bartender at the tavern. After Gunle came, he arrested the owner who knew how to brew wine, and the tavern was handed over to the old man.

The old man's two sons went with him to Frostleaf Town, while he stayed behind to gather information for Rhodes.

Gunle looked at the tavern owner with satisfaction.

"You'll be in charge of this place from now on. I'll assign you two more people later."

"Yes, Lord Gunther."

After finishing his sentence, the tavern owner cautiously asked, "Sir, won't what we're doing today give us away?"

"Don't worry, everyone who saw us crawling out of the cellar is dead, and the others will be taken away too."

"Gunner grinned and said."

These people are all young and strong; they will definitely be taken back to do hard labor.

"I'll punch you twice more in a bit, and once your face is covered in bruises, no one will suspect you anymore."

"what?"

The tavern owner looked at Gunle with a troubled expression.

Didn't he kill himself with that punch?

Gunle saw through the tavern owner's thoughts and smiled, "Don't worry, I'll hold back."

"Okay, okay..."

The tavern owner responded with a helpless sigh.

Then, Gunle swung his fist, and two screams erupted from the kitchen.

Soon, Gunle dragged out the tavern owner, whose face was bruised and swollen, cursing as he walked.

"Damn it, we're out of food! Do you want us to starve to death?"

"Sir, you've already taken all the grain..."

The tavern owner, with a bitter face, went along with Gunle.

"Shut up!"

Gunle threw the tavern owner to the ground, pointed at Frank, and ordered, "Go and bring me all their food. Give us a proper meal!"

"Okay okay."

The tavern owner scrambled to the kitchen to get to work.

Gunle, getting a little bored while waiting, had his men bring up the injured Ilan.

"Tell me, why did you kill your knight?"

As soon as Gunther finished speaking, Frank's men beside him widened their eyes.
"What does Iran mean?"

"Ilan, you bastard!"

"Shut up! How could he possibly plot against Lord Frank!"

……

Anger, panic, and surprise erupted in a series of shouts.

The noise annoyed Gunther.

"Gag them all!" Gunle shouted sternly.

The soldiers immediately began to gag the prisoners.

Perhaps because she felt guilty, Yilan didn't dare to look up, keeping her head down like a prisoner confessing to a crime.

"Yes……"

Ilan's voice was barely audible, "It's Honnil..."

“My family owes Lord Zain a lot of money, which forces me to work for him.”

"Zane?"

Gunle stared wide-eyed, suddenly intrigued.

He didn't know Hornier, but he knew that Zane was the eldest son with the right to inherit the throne.

Ilan pointed to a fat man behind him.

"It is him, Lord Zain's messenger."

Gunle strode forward and sized up Zane's messenger.

"interesting……"

Gunther pulled the trembling Honnil to his feet.

"Tell me what's going on."

……

……

Winter fishing is not just a one-day event.

What Rhodes attended was merely a ceremony.

Until the weather warms up, the fishing will continue in a daily cycle of setting up and hauling in the nets.

It's not just the dikes, but all the way up the river bend, in all the places where the water is more than three meters deep.

Everyone enjoyed the activity, even though the cold wind stung their faces.

This doesn't feel like work; it feels more like a game.

In just three days, Rod has harvested more than a ton of fresh fish.

Fresh meat is especially precious in the depths of winter.

There were plenty of salted fish in the territory, and Rhodes didn't want everyone to eat stale food, so he made these fresh fish available for exchange.

Although the price is a bit higher, no one will frown at this extra expense in the cold winter.

In particular, many of the residents of Frostleaf Town have already passed the stage of having enough to eat and wear, and have begun to pursue some fresh and delicious food.

Of course, Rod couldn't go with the winter fishing every day.

In fact, after tasting the first mandarin fish, Rhodes returned to the manor in the afternoon to attend to his own business.

After the weather warms up, the construction of the city walls will begin. Rhodes will design some simple tools and will stay in his workshop. When he gets tired, he will meditate for a while.

Using basic devices and principles such as gears, levers, and pulleys, simple cranes, material transport carts, and pile drivers can be made.

These things are relatively simple to design, but they can significantly improve work efficiency.

Rod quickly drew up the blueprints and had the carpenters make them.

Just as Rod was busy, Durant's footsteps came from the hall.

"come in."

Before Durant could even knock, Rod anticipated his move and gave his permission.

"Your Excellency, news has arrived from the southeast."

Durant bowed and then reported, "It was Gunle who brought it back."

"Well, tell me then."

Without looking up, Rhodes replied, "My lord, this time Gunther wrote a letter."

"Oh?"

Rod looked up, somewhat surprised.

Gunle usually doesn't send messages back individually.

Most of the information was brought back by people who returned to deliver supplies, along with updates on the latest situation.

Gunther also disliked this form of written communication.

He carried out his tasks on his own, and Rhodes did not assign him a scribe. He didn't like to write by himself unless there was something to do.

Gunther felt that his large hands were not suited to holding a pen.

The fact that he wrote the letter personally this time must mean he had something important to report.

Rod immediately stopped what he was doing, took the letter, and examined it carefully.

The handwriting was so ugly that it made Rod frown.

But the content was quite interesting to Rhodes.

Durant knew Gunle's temperament and stared at Rod with some nervousness.

He stared longingly at Rod, hesitating several times as if he wanted to say something.

As soon as Rhodes put down the letter, Durant asked impatiently, "Baron, is there any special news?"

"Nothing special,"

Rhodes said slowly, "It's just that the situation in Eagle Territory is a bit more complicated than we imagined. Harun has caused Zane more trouble than we expected."

"Gunner reports that a knight has been captured."

"Something else happened to that knight; he was assassinated by his own squire."

"what?"

Durant's eyes widened as he asked, "What's going on? A newly recruited attendant?"

Squires were very close to knights; they were not just servants, but often students and confidants of the knights in this era.

Durant's squire in the Earl's estate continued to visit him frequently even after he lost his hand.

Even after Durant's squire became a formal knight and commanded an army, he still bowed respectfully to Durant when they met again, without the slightest arrogance.

"No, it's because of some other things, which Gonler didn't elaborate on because of the letter."

Rhodes said, "But that knight named Frank revealed that many knights in Falcon Territory also did not pledge allegiance to Zane because of the rumors of the usurper."

"That's why Frank himself was assassinated by his own servant."

“It seems that Harlan is not entirely at a disadvantage now, and perhaps a war is inevitable,” Rhodes speculated.

"Was it Zane who ordered it?" Durant asked.

Rhodes nodded.

"That's perfect!"

Durant beamed with delight: "Does this mean you'll have another Cavalier under your command?"

"Do not."

Rod shook his head slightly. "That Frank isn't what you think."

"Frank did not betray the Falcon family. On the contrary, he was very tough. He was only shaken by the rumors about the usurper and the current successor."

“He believed that the previous Earl of Falcon was a usurper, so he was more supportive of Baron Harlan.”

"Ah, this..."

Durant looked somewhat troubled and hesitated before asking, "Did Gunle mention that he has family?"

Rod smiled.

He knew that Durant was starting to go astray and wanted to repeat what Chris had done before.

"No."

Rhodes shook his head again and explained calmly,
"His wife died during childbirth, and the child did not survive either."

"Otherwise, Frank wouldn't be so fearless."

"Then he is no different from an ordinary laborer."

Durant sighed.

Durant is also extremely busy, with military training, territory patrols, security management, and many other things to keep an eye on.

He desperately wanted someone to help him.

"There is a difference; he is older than you."

Rhodes smiled.

"Then he's even more useless than an ordinary laborer."

Durant gave a wry smile. "Baron, you have a really good attitude."

"It's not that I have a good mindset, but that Frank has a better future."

Rhodes smiled and reminded him, "Think about it another way. This person is of no value to us, but he is an extremely valuable talent to Baron Harlan."

Durant paused for a moment, then a realization dawned on him: "You mean... sell this Frank to Baron Harlan?"

Rhodes nodded slightly, let out a long breath, and sighed.

"But it depends on whether Baron Harlan can afford the price."

Durant lowered his head to think about Rod's words, and after a moment he said, "He can definitely afford the price."

The baron can certainly afford to buy a knight.

Durant understood that Rod meant whether Baron Harlan was willing to pay a high price.

"Frank is not just a knight, he is more like a weather vane, and he can also expose Zane's hypocrisy."

"Baron Harlan will definitely want it!"

Durant looked at Rhodes with some anticipation, "Baron, your idea is excellent!"

"Then I'll leave it to you to handle."

Rhodes swiftly and decisively pushed the letter to Durant.

"Read it carefully and draft a letter to Baron Harlan."

"Introduce Frank and ask him how much he's willing to pay."

"Understood, I'll write it now!"

Durant immediately asked Rhodes for paper and pen and went outside to the hall to begin preparing a letter for Baron Harlan.

Rhodes stood up, stretched, and yawned.

He then sat down on the warm chimney, took out the Spirit Gem, and prepared to absorb it.

Just then, the long-dormant system suddenly displayed a notification:
[Owns 1,000 livestock and poultry, and raises at least one magical beast within its territory, unlocking the entry: Livestock Lord]

【Breeding Lord (Purple): All bred creatures (non-humans) in your territory have a very strong affinity for you, can understand your simple commands, and your commands have the highest priority;

The estrus period of all farmed creatures (non-humans) within the territory is extended by 100%, the base positive mutation rate is increased by 100%, the reproductive capacity is increased by 50%, and the offspring of ordinary farmed creatures have a 2% chance of being demonized and mutated.

All farmed creatures (non-human) in the territory will have their physical condition increased by 100% and their chance of getting sick reduced by 100% after being adequately fed.

[At the same time, since the Crop Lord (purple) affix has been unlocked, the Demonic Mutation effect will also affect territory crops, with a probability of 1%]

……

……

Before winter arrived, Thiel had thought he would have a more relaxed winter.

Based on her past experience, rabbits usually don't give birth in winter.

Of course, rabbits have a very long estrus period and can reproduce year-round.

But the winters in the Northern Wilderness are too cold, which is extremely unfriendly to small lives.

Rabbits born in winter will freeze to death.

The newborn rabbits were hairless and had their eyes closed, as fragile as tender sprouts that could not withstand the elements.

Therefore, Till will not allow them to mate during the winter.

Till never expected that Lord Rhodes would not only build warm houses for the townspeople, but also warm rabbit hutches for the rabbits.

They even set up a special birthing room for the rabbits and made warm nest boxes to ensure the survival rate of the baby rabbits.

So much so that Thiel was busier than anyone else this winter, with almost no rest.

Rabbits are highly prolific animals, with an average gestation period of only thirty days.

Moreover, if they wish, female rabbits can go into estrus again on the same day they give birth, and will become pregnant if they come into contact with male rabbits.

However, in order to ensure the health of the female rabbits, Thiel usually controls the breeding frequency of the female rabbits, for fear that they will overdraw their vitality.

Thiel usually allows the rabbits to breed again more than a month after the female gives birth.

Despite this, it couldn't stop the hunting team from sending so many rabbits.

So even though Thirty female slaves were already working under her, she still had no free time and was busy in the rabbit hutch every day.

On average, three rabbits give birth every day, especially in the early morning and evening.

"Lord Til, we don't have enough rabbit cages."

Just as Till was catching his breath leaning against the wooden frame, his slaves rushed over.

"And there's no extra space in the newly built seventh rabbit hutch to put the rabbit cages, what should we do?"

Till sighed, "It's alright, I'll go ask Lord Lawrence for new rabbit cages and sheds in a bit..."

"what!"

Just as Thiel was talking to his men, a scream suddenly came from the side.
"This rabbit's body is glowing!"

(End of this chapter)