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

Chapter 182 is all made up.
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Kamas paused for a moment.

Looking at the smile on Rod's face, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

He looked at the snow rabbit hostage and demanded, "What did this foolish human who offended my lord say?!"

The snow rabbit was not afraid of Kamas's ferocious appearance, and secretly glanced at Rhodes who was leaving.

The snow rabbit pursed its lips and lowered its voice.
"The lord thanks you for answering his question. The Bloodscale Tribe is doomed."

"I'm telling you, you little tail!"

Kamas roared and slammed his fist against the fence, "I didn't say anything!"

The snow rabbit smiled, but said nothing more.

He twitched his ears and skipped away.

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On the way back to the manor.

"My lord, are we protected by the great Frost Lord?"

Gunle asked in a low voice, "So, should we pray from now on? What kind of being is that?"

Rod looked at Gunle's serious expression and couldn't help but laugh.
"There's no such thing as a Lord of Frost; I made that up."

"what?"

Gunle was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but ask, "Then what did you just say about the Lord of Frost intimidating him so easily?"

"Is it because of that slogan he said before?"

"Yes."

Rhodes casually explained, "His slogan suggests that he is a transcendent being who controls the frost."

"And the creatures worshipped by the lizardmen are most likely not human gods; they even claim to have dragon blood."

Rod smiled. "Anyway, it won't do any harm to trick him a couple of times. If we're lucky, we'll guess right."

Gunle was speechless for a moment, and could only sigh that this lizardman was unlucky to have met Rhodes.

“Your Excellency, the white dragon is powerful, and a white dragon worshipped should be even more powerful.”

Durant solemnly stated, "Whether it's true or not, we cannot let the Lizardmen succeed."

"If the White Dragon were to truly be resurrected, it would be a catastrophe for the entire Northern Plains."

"Yes, no matter what the lizardmen do, we can't let them succeed."

Rhodes agreed with Durant's words and then ordered, "Send someone to inform Baron Bronn of the lizardmen's plot."

“Tell him that, based on information obtained from interrogating the lizardmen, the Bloodscale Tribe is resurrecting their powerful ancestors, and we must disrupt their plans.”

"The rest need not be mentioned."

The Bloodscale Tribe is not easy to deal with, and Rhodes doesn't have enough resources to cope with it.

Moreover, this is an enemy of the entire Northern Wasteland, and Rhodes cannot allow his soldiers to face it alone and die alone.

But Rod couldn't tell them too much detail, otherwise people might suspect how he knew it all.

The white dragon might also frighten other lords.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Durant nodded solemnly and hurried toward the manor.

"The slumbering ancient white dragon..."

Rhodes pondered what Kamas had said earlier.

I also have many doubts in my mind.

Are ancient white dragons really that powerful?
How can it remain dormant for thousands or tens of thousands of years?

Did it freeze itself?
Why did it freeze itself?

“Come on, Vivian, let’s go back to the manor and check the information.”

The doubts in his heart made Rod uneasy, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Back in the manor hall, Vivian laid out the books about magical beasts that Avril had brought out on the table, and then began searching for information about the white dragon.

Information about dragons is very easy to find; there are dedicated chapters about dragons in ancient texts.

"Dragons are among the oldest and most powerful creatures, possessing innate magical abilities, strong bodies, the ability to fly, and devastating breath attacks."

"Dragons are highly intelligent and have extremely long lifespans. Many races are willing to serve dragons and become their servants."

"The white dragon belongs to the five-colored evil dragons, and is the weakest and most beastly of the five-colored dragons."

"The white dragon wields the power of frost and is a symbol of harsh winter and brutality."

"White dragons typically live for thousands of years, but if they possess divinity, their lifespan may become infinite."

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Vivian read the information from the book to Rhodes, causing him to frown.

"If one can live forever, why sleep?"

Rod asked, "Is it written on it?"

"When encountering a powerful enemy, or suffering irreparable damage that leads to loss of life or magic, the white dragon will freeze itself."

Vivian looked at the book and said, "It seems there are many reasons, but if it needs a magic array to be activated, then it must have suffered a very serious fatal injury."

"Otherwise, the white dragon could awaken itself."

"Hmm, the reason for its slumber does correspond to ancient history."

The white dragon must have been severely injured in the war of the gods.

The information in the ancient texts reassured Rod.

—At least it proves that the white dragon wouldn't just wake up on its own.

The bad news is that a white dragon really is hiding in the Icefield Mountains.

The good news is that the white dragon was forced to freeze itself into a deep sleep, and it was likely severely injured.

As long as we can stop the Bloodscale Tribe's magic array, there shouldn't be a big problem.

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night.

In the manor's studio, the shadows cast by the lamplight flickered back and forth on the wall.

Rhodes sat at the table, on which lay an open book—"Basic Tutorial on Raising Magical Plants and Magical Beasts".

"So, even monster excrement is a treasure?"

Rod looked at Vivian beside him and pressed for an answer.

"Yes."

Vivian's fingers traced the pages of the book as she explained, word by word, "The magic remaining in feces can benefit magical plants, with effects far exceeding those of ordinary fertilizers."

"The most famous one is the dragon root grass that grows in dragon dung, which is very valuable."

"Fortunately, I had people collect the excrement from Frost and Thunder."

A knowing smile appeared on Rhodes' face. "The droppings of those mutated magical rabbits are all good stuff too."

"The excrement of monsters can also fertilize ordinary plants, causing them to mutate."

Vivian continued, "But you have to be careful with the dosage. It can't exceed a 10:1 ratio, otherwise the plants will be burned to death by the magic."

"This book is good; it will come in handy."

Rhodes glanced at the cover. "Translate this book when you have time."

The books Avril brought back allowed him a glimpse into another side of the extraordinary world.

Previously, Rhode knew that all extraordinary powers were those that enhanced combat strength.

The contents of the scriptures today made Rhodes realize that magic can also change lives.

Monsters and magical plants are interdependent and can produce various special materials.

Those materials, combined with ordinary items and extraordinary gems, can be used to create all sorts of magical items for everyday use.

For example, a magic lamp can be powered by extraordinary gems or infused with magic by a wizard, thus providing illumination for a long time.

The magic lamp has an effect similar to the electric light from Rhodes' previous life, turning night into day.

There are also recorders used by wizards, which can hold various kinds of information, similar to a computer hard drive.

Wizards can extract information directly using their mental power, or they can transmit the information to the crystal screen.

Wizards even created golems, magical airships, and all sorts of extraordinary and legendary items.

In alchemy, Rhodes also saw various instruments similar to those used in modern science.

Rhodes also understood why the world was so backward.

In fact, this world was once glorious.

However, because magic is so prevalent, many things are not as quick as using magic.

This led the wizards and gods, who held the power of discourse, to embark on another "magic technology tree".

But after the war between wizards and gods, magic experienced a break in its flow.

Magical technology has also been completely censored.

This has led to many disciplines developing from scratch.

Upon seeing these wondrous items, Rhode couldn't help but think to himself, "If I could control more magical resources, and combine that with some concepts and ideas from my past life, perhaps I could create a different path."

"Okay, I'll start translating in a bit."

Vivian nodded.

dong dong dong-

"Late at night."

Avril's voice came from the doorway.

Rod got up and opened the door.

Avril dried her wet hair with a towel, her alluring pajamas appearing slightly hazy in the lamplight.

"You've had a busy day, perhaps you should make some time for me, my lord."

Avril's slender arms hooked around Rhodes' neck, her wet hair tickling his neck.

"of course."

Without hesitation, Rod swept Avril up in his arms.

Avril smiled and looked at Vivian, who was sitting with her head down in the back seat.
"Aren't you coming?"

"I... will keep watch for you."

Vivian's cheeks flushed slightly.

"Ah."

Avril didn't say anything more, letting Rod carry her into the inner bedroom.

Vivian put the books away and got up to lean against the bedroom door.

Soon, sounds came from inside the house.

Vivian closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and gripped her clothes tightly with her hands crossed in front of her chest.

After a long while, a long howl came from inside the house.

Then things returned to calm.

Vivian let go of her hand, breathed a long sigh of relief, and quietly wiped the fine sweat from her forehead.

"it is finally over……"

squeak-

Just as Vivian was pondering this, the bedroom door suddenly opened.

A slender arm reached out from inside and grabbed her wrist.

"bring it on."

Laughter broke the silence, and before Vivian could react, she was pulled into the house.

The door slammed shut behind her.

The hall fell silent.

But soon, a gasp of surprise came from the bedroom.
"Shut up! You can't bite that!"

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evening.

Ice Peak Valley, Frozen Town.

Inside the manor's hall, the fireplace crackled and popped.

The firelight shone on the rough stone wall, casting swaying shadows.

On the table, the fat from the roasted venison leg solidified on the edge of the plate, breadcrumbs were scattered on the plate, and the air was filled with the lingering aroma of roasted meat and ale.

Clearly, a banquet had just ended.

Ryan looked at the bread crumbs on his plate and resisted the urge to lick them clean.

He was already full, but his frugal habits made him want to finish the meal.

But it could very well make his lord, Baron Rhodes, lose face.

In the end, Ryan couldn't bear to wipe his mouth.

Renn stood up and bowed slightly to Baron Bronn.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Lord Bronn."

Baron Bronn chuckled. "Haha, Renn, don't be so polite!"

"The gifts from Baron Rhodes are enough for me to invite you a dozen times over."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the pile of wild boar legs and venison on the table, and grinned.

"Not to mention you brought so much fresh prey, which will save me a lot of food!"

Renn smiled and nodded in response, "That's only right, Your Excellency."

“We hunted on your territory, so we should pay you taxes.”

Renn replied respectfully, "Besides, I also captured a precious peregrine falcon in your territory."

The number of peregrine falcons is very small.

Their speed far exceeds that of a falcon; their dive speed is so fast that almost no target can react in time.

Compared to the goshawk, the peregrine falcon is more docile, has a faster reaction time, and better eyesight.

However, the peregrine falcon is slightly smaller than the goshawk and is somewhat delicate.

The peregrine falcon is more like an assassin, while the goshawk is more like a warrior.

Baron Bronn's eyes lit up.

"The peregrine falcon is much more elegant and beautiful than the goshawk!"

Baron Bronn couldn't help but sigh, "I would love to have one too, but unfortunately there are no falconers in my territory."

Baron Bronn abruptly changed the subject, asking in a low voice, "Could you sell me one of your trained falcons?"

“I didn’t mean anything by it. I just think it would be really cool to have a falcon perched on your shoulder.”

"I cannot make that decision, I'm sorry, Lord Bronn."

Renn shook his head slightly and said firmly, "This is a matter that you need to discuss with my lord."

He paused, then added, "I can pass on a message for you."

"Never mind, I was being presumptuous."

Baron Bronn sighed softly.

Falcons must be expensive, and I don't have the spare money to buy them right now.

I really don't know how Baron Rhodes has so many talented people under his command.

When will I be able to achieve that kind of development?

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Sit down and have a couple more drinks with me."

Baron Bronn put his worries aside, picked up his silver goblet, and said, "Go back and thank Baron Rhodes for me. The wine he gave me was exceptionally fragrant and I really enjoyed it..."

"Lord Lord!"

Before Renn could even raise his glass, Baron Bronn's guards suddenly walked in.

"Baron Rhodes sent a letter saying that he has something important to inform you."

Baron Bronn and Renn exchanged a glance, both looking puzzled.

"Let him in quickly."

Baron Bronn immediately gave the order.

"Yes, Lord Lord."

The guard immediately responded and quickly went out to lead the messenger in.

"Good day, Your Excellency Baron Bronn."

After bowing, the messenger presented the letter to Baron Blon with both hands.

"My lord, Baron Rhodes, has instructed that you read this letter personally and reply as soon as possible."

"important things?"

Baron Bronn paused for a moment, then stepped forward to take the letter himself.

He glanced at the badge on the wax seal and saw that it was indeed from Rhodes. He immediately tore it open, pulled out the letter, unfolded it, and examined it carefully.

His gaze swept across the area, and his expression gradually darkened.

Ryan stood to the side, keenly sensing the change in atmosphere.

He tentatively asked, "Your Excellency, is my lord, Lord Rhodes, in a hurry for me to return?"

Baron Bronn shook his head, his gaze icy.
"No, this has nothing to do with you."

Baron Bronn gripped the letter tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white.
"It's about those lizardmen. The Bloodscale Tribe is doing something terrible."

Baron Bronn's voice was deep: "If what the letter says is true, then all the lords of the Northern Wastes should thank Baron Rhodes."

Baron Bronn's words left Renn puzzled.

But Ryan was sensible and didn't ask any further questions.

If the lord wants him to know, he will send a messenger to tell him.

Baron Bronn took the letter and smoothed out the creases.
"No, we must inform the other lords about this."

"The matter of dealing with the lizardmen must be brought forward."

(End of this chapter)