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

Chapter 266 Honey and Blade

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"Be careful, my lord."

Gunle stepped forward and warned, "The bear-man leader ahead, Bamonk, is extremely fierce and has a violent temper. Many of our brothers have been injured."

"Ah."

Rod nodded calmly and walked forward slowly.

The bear-man Bamonk's small eyes burned with anger as he stared intently at Rhodes, who had walked up to him.

"Roar……"

Barmonk let out low growls, full of threat.

"Stop your rudeness, Barmonk!"

The Snow Rabbit translator volunteered, "This is our lord, Baron Blackpine Ridge, the generous and great Lord Rhodes Tulip!"

"Get out of here, you cowardly snow rabbit!"

Bamonk's voice was hoarse, "Human lord, I will not submit to you like the Snow Rabbits!"

Barmonk then looked at Rhodes.
"You'd better kill me, or one day I'll tear you all to pieces!"

Rod looked at the massive creature in front of him, which was even taller and stronger than Gonle, without the slightest anger.

"why?"

Rhodes' fluent foreign language clearly surprised Bamonk.

Before he could even express his surprise, Rhodes continued, "My men killed your entire family?"

Barmonk's anger froze instantly.

"No, no."

Barmonk replied somewhat awkwardly.

"Then give me a reasonable explanation."

Rhodes continued to question, "Why did you have torn us all apart?"

“If you bear-men are like the lizardmen, you don’t like living a good life and only want to kill, I will order the slaughter of all of you bear-men right now.”

"of course not!"

Bamongk retorted loudly, "We bear people aren't as brutal as the lizard people. We just like to eat and sleep!"

"It was you humans who invaded our tribe and captured our people!"

"Invasion?"

Rhodes asked, "The land you live on now must have been occupied by the lizardmen before, right?"

"Icefield Mountains, Frozen Bone Wasteland, Cold Bone Ridge, these are all lizardmen, right?"

“Yes, yes,” Barmonk replied blankly.

"So, in terms of ownership, it's the land of the lizard people, isn't it?"

Without looking at Bamonk, Rhodes continued, "I led my army to wipe out the ferocious lizardmen, saving you from slaughter."

"I don't expect your gratitude, but this land is mine now, is that alright?"

Barmonk was somewhat taken aback by Rhodes' question.

Previously, their tribe had encountered other bear-people and heard news of the lizard people's wanton slaughter, forcing them to migrate and flee.

They only started to come out and move around after the lizardmen disappeared.

“Then…” Barmonk instinctively wanted to nod in agreement, but he held back.

"So, it was you who invaded my land."

Rod interrupted Barmonk's hesitation, "But it's alright, I'm merciful, just consider it as a normal struggle for land."

Rhodes questioned, "I want to know, if you bear-people tribes were to fight amongst yourselves, how would the victors treat the vanquished?"

“Turn them into slavery or… kill them.” Barmonk lowered his head.

"It's straightforward, I like it."

Rod smiled and nodded.
"I'll give you that choice too."

After saying that, Rod ignored Bamonk and turned to Vivian, extending his hand.

Vivian placed four sticks of maltose in Rhodes' hand.

Bamongk's nose twitched slightly; he could already smell the aroma of maltose.

Even if you give me delicious food, I... I will not easily become a slave to you humans...

Before Bamonk could finish speaking, Rhodes bypassed him and walked to the back of the group.

Rod stopped when he saw a bear-man.

Despite being called a little bear, it's already 1.56 meters tall.

Rod picked up the maltose candy and offered it to the little bear.
"The Snow Rabbit people said you like to eat honey. This is sweet, just like honey. Try it."

"Humanity!"

Barmonk was furious again, shouting, "Don't hurt my child!"

Bamongk roared and tried to step forward, but the soldiers immediately rushed forward and held him down tightly!
The bear-man has a very keen sense of smell, and the little bear-man could already smell the aroma of the malt candy in front of him.

Staring at the amber-colored candy that glittered in the sunlight, the little bear couldn't help but lick his lips.

But he didn't reach out; he just looked at the candy and then timidly glanced at Rod.

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous."

Rod picked up a stick and put it in Vivian's mouth, and Vivian cooperated by sucking it in forcefully.

"Eat."

The little bear happily grabbed one and put it in his mouth.

His face immediately broke into a smile, and his eyes narrowed into slits.

"It really is sweet."

"Do you like it?" Rod asked with a smile.

"Uh-huh!"

The little bear nodded vigorously.

Rod continued, "So, do you want to have candy all the time in the future?"

"miss you!"

The little bear's voice was full of excitement, but then it became somewhat timid as it cautiously asked, "Could I take two for my father and mother...?"

"Give you all."

Rod placed the two remaining malt candies in the bear's hand.

"Thank you, you are a good human being!"

The little bear turned around happily, tiptoed, and put the candy into the hand of the female bear behind him.

The initially worried female bear-woman immediately put on a smile, and her gaze towards Rhodes softened.

The little bear turned to look at his father, who was being held down, then turned back to look at Rod, and said cautiously,
"Kind human, could you please not hurt my father..."

"of course can."

Rhodes patted the bear's head, then waved for the guards to release their grip.

The little bear quickly stepped forward, brushed the dirt off Bamongk, and then put the candy to Bamongk's mouth.

Barmonk forced an ugly, awkward smile and opened his mouth to take the malt candy.

"Is it sweet, Father?" The little bear looked at Bamongk expectantly.

Bamongk nodded. "It's very sweet."

Maltose is not as sweet as honey, but it has a fragrant aroma and a richer flavor.

Importantly, winter had just ended and summer had not yet arrived, and Bamongk had not eaten honey for a long time.

The sweet taste in his mouth evoked many memories for Bamongk.

At this moment, the fierce glint in Bamonk's eyes had disappeared. He looked at his child, then at Rod.

"Such delicious food must be very precious in your human world, right?"

"Fortunately."

Rhodes casually remarked, "It's not particularly valuable in Frostleaf Town."

Thanks to the presence of the rocky ridge, a mythical beast that turns the land upside down, Shuangye Town has already planted 18,000 mu of grain this year, so grain is no longer a problem.

Rhodes wasn't exaggerating.

Barmonk lowered his head and asked somewhat embarrassedly, "Will the slaves get to eat?"

You might not believe what I'm about to say.

Rhodes turned and shouted to Sherry, who was preaching to the snow rabbit people not far ahead, "Tell these bear people whether slaves can eat sugar."

"sure."

Sheryl laughed and answered loudly, "Except for the lowest-ranking slaves who commit serious crimes, ordinary slaves get a piece of candy every two weeks, middle-ranking slaves get a piece every week, and high-ranking artisan slaves can exchange work points for candy whenever they want."

Barmonk's face was full of surprise after hearing this, and he looked at Rhodes and asked involuntarily,
"Then what kind of slaves are we? Were we slaves convicted of serious crimes?"

“Serious slaves are those who are unwilling to submit and surrender, or who have committed serious crimes.”

Rod explained, "They eat one meal a day, do the heaviest work, and they're only considered dead when they die."

"Ordinary slaves did manual labor, while middle-class slaves had certain skills, such as farming and raising livestock."

"As for the high-ranking artisan slaves, they are the same as commoners, except that they are still my property and cannot leave Frostleaf Town."

Rod pointed to Bain, "Take the Yak people, for example. They are all blacksmiths, and they live better than ordinary people."

After listening to Rod's explanation, a hint of joy appeared in Bamongk's eyes.
"Then we're at least mid-level slaves, right?!"

"We'll find beehives, catch bees, and we'll even raise bison!"

Barmonk pounded his chest. "We still have the strength!"

"If it weren't for your sharp weapons and armor, and your sneak attacks, you definitely wouldn't have been able to defeat us!"

As he spoke, Bamonk straightened his chest and vigorously flexed his muscles at Rod.

Rod watched Barmonk quietly.
"So, you're going to lead your people to submit?"

Barmonk's expression stiffened, then his smile vanished, and he knelt before Rhodes, mimicking what Gonle had done before.
“Powerful and wealthy human lord, the Black-skinned Tribe is willing to submit to you.”

After he finished speaking, the other bear-men knelt down and bowed their heads to Rhodes.

Rod nodded in satisfaction.

He turned to look at the boar-man beside him.

"What about you?"

"We boar people will not succumb to such petty favors!"

The ugly boar-man leader standing at the front had a fierce look on his face.

"Our Fang tribe will only submit to the strong!"

"I will never submit to a weak human like you!"

The boar chieftain's words immediately drew agreement from the other boarmen, who looked at Rhodes with disdain.

Gunle stepped forward, cursing under his breath, but was stopped by Rod when Rod reached out and stopped him.

“Submit to the strong, I like that saying.” Rhodes smiled and waved to the soldier, “Untie his ropes.”

"Yes, Lord Lord."

Without hesitation, the soldier turned to untie the boar-man chieftain, muttering something under his breath.

"You're going to suffer."

The soldier's eyes held a mocking glint, as if he were waiting for a grand spectacle.

The boar-man leader couldn't understand the Imperial language spoken by his soldiers, and his face remained fierce and arrogant.

"Human, are you trying to challenge me?"

"Do not."

Rhodes smiled and shook his head. "I'm going to beat you up, and while I'm at it, show everyone how weak the boarmen are."

"Insanity!"

The boar-man roared and charged forward with a powerful stomp of his feet.
"Die, you little bug!"

The boarman's massive body stirred up a gust of wind, and its enormous fist, like a warhammer, slammed down towards Rhodes!

The onlookers couldn't help but scream, and the little bear who had just eaten malt candy even closed its eyes in fear!

Rod remained standing there, smiling, completely still.

Just as the boarman's fist was about to strike Rhodes, Rhodes kicked out with his right foot, hitting the boarman squarely in the chest!
boom!
The boar-man's massive body was sent flying backward and crashed heavily to the ground!

The ground trembled instantly, and mud, sand, and dust flew everywhere!
Barmonk gasped, "This, this, how is this possible?!"

The other onlookers were even more shocked and could not believe what they were seeing.

This seemingly frail human lord actually kicked the burly boarman away with ease?!

The soldiers, however, were not surprised at all, and their lips curled into barely suppressed smugness.

Gunther, meanwhile, watched with great interest, his arms crossed over his chest.

The boar-man coughed violently, clutching his chest as he struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with anger and disbelief.

"Impossible, you're just a weak human!"

The boar-man charged at Rhodes again.

This time he was smarter and no longer charged and jumped recklessly, but instead threw a punch directly at Rhodes.

Rhodes remained standing in place, casually throwing a punch as he turned to the side, which accurately struck the boarman's jaw.

"Click"

A crisp cracking sound, the sound of bones breaking, could be clearly heard.

The boar-man's body flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground again.

Even without the scorching energy, Rhodes' power is far beyond what a boarman could match.

The boar-man coughed up blood after that punch, lay on his back on the ground in pain, and couldn't get up for a while.

Rhodes had no interest in torturing such weak boarmen; the reason he personally took action was simply to make an example of them.

“Gunner, tell Lawrence.”

Rod took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands and ordered, "Send these boar people to the quarry for now, and treat them as the lowest-ranking slaves who have committed serious crimes."

"No problem, my lord."

Gonle grinned and readily agreed, glancing at the boar-man with a playful look in his eyes.

“I’m telling you, Frostleaf Town isn’t just about honey, it’s also about sharp blades.”

Rhodes's gaze swept over all the alien races.
"You will have a good life if you submit, but if you don't submit, I can squeeze every last drop of oil out of you."

As soon as Rod finished speaking, the snow rabbit people and yak people knelt down one after another.

Seeing this, the remaining alien races also prostrated themselves on the ground one after another.

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……

Griffin City.

Warm Light Tavern, in a guest room on the second floor.

Warm sunlight streamed through the skylight and fell on his handsome face.

Winster rolled over, a hint of pain showing on his closed face, and stretched languidly.

The alcohol from last night was still coursing through his veins, and the middle-aged woman's frantic demands left Winster with a splitting headache.

He reached out to rub his temples, but found that his arm was completely immobile.

"Mrs. Susanna, let's play some more..."

With a fawning smile on his face, Winster slowly opened his eyes.

A sudden awakening.

He found himself firmly tied to a chair, the rough hemp rope digging into his flesh.

Where is that still charming lady in the house?

"woke up?"

A deep voice came from the shadows.

Winster turned his head, his pupils dilating instantly.

A figure draped in a black robe and wearing a mask was staring at him, its vertical pupils revealing a terrifying, fierce light.

She was still fiddling with a dagger in her hand as she slowly walked up to him.

“No… don’t kill me…”

Winster's voice trembled, "I'll give you all the gold coins!"

"I don't want money."

The masked figure spoke, "I'd like to talk to you."

He walked up to Winster, and lightly touched the bard's cheek with his dagger.

"No, please don't hurt my face! You can talk about anything you want!"

"I'm so nervous," Winster pleaded.

"I like humans like you,"

The shadowy figure asked in a low voice, "The lady you serve has a secret agent by her side. Tell me his name."

"I serve many ladies..."

Winster suddenly realized something halfway through his sentence, "You mean Mrs. Susanna?"

The shadowy figure didn't answer, but continued to press, "I want his name and what he looks like."

"I...I don't know..."

Winston said, his voice trembling with tears, "I'm just a bard... who occasionally serves her..."

The shadowy figure suddenly covered Winster's mouth, and the dagger instantly sliced ​​across Winster's chest, leaving a bright red bloodstain.

"Since you've come to me, you should understand that I already know you are her most beloved lover."

The shadowy figure calmly said, "I'll give you one more chance. Tell me your name."

As he spoke, he pressed the dagger against Winster's face.

Fear brought tears to Winster's eyes.

He remembered Lady Red Griffin's gentle embrace and those beautiful nights.

But compared to my own face, none of that matters anymore.

After all, if you lose face, you will lose everything.

"I said……"

Winster lowered his voice, almost whispering, and said, "I've never seen her before, only heard from her guards that her name is Sam."

"very good."

The shadowy figure nodded in approval. "Continue, Susanna's closest knights, guards, and servants."

“Didn’t you say he was just a secret agent?” Winster’s eyes widened.

"I was buying your face before, now I'm buying your life," the shadowy figure said calmly.

"……All right."

Winston's bottom line is like a thin sheet of paper; once it's torn, it's broken.

"Susanna trusts the knight Cortaren the most."

“And…and Baron Bolton.”

"The butler, Frank, also had an ambiguous relationship with Susanna, and he managed all of the lady's assets."

“And the head lady-in-waiting, Marian.”

Winster's voice grew softer and softer.

"She knew all of Susanna's secrets, including her daily routine and eating habits."

"I don't know about the guards, but those around her are all her confidants, at least Lei Luo is one of them..."

Without hesitation, Winster revealed everything he knew.

"Very good, you did a good job."

The shadowy figure nodded in satisfaction.

"Then you can..."

Before Winster could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, and then he slumped back into his chair.

The shadowy figure then stood up and gently knocked on the door three times (long and two short).

Not long after, a bartender cautiously pushed open the door.
"Sir, have you finished the interrogation?"

The shadowy figure nodded. "He's finished speaking. Then you can write it down for me and pass it on to your leader. I can't write."

"no problem!"

The bartender quickly took out a rag and a charcoal pencil.

"Sam..."

The shadowy figure uttered names one by one, and the bartender quickly wrote them down.

A moment later, the bartender finished writing and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Thank you for your hard work, sir. Shall I cover your escape?" the bartender asked cautiously.

"Need not,"

The shadowy figure looked at Winston on the stool and said, "Make arrangements for him to leave, and keep him temporarily imprisoned to prevent any leaks."

"No problem, sir."

The bartender nodded emphatically, his face beaming. "Don't worry, leave the cleanup to me!"

The shadowy figure then approached the window and gradually disappeared before the bartender's shocked eyes.

too frightening.

The bartender couldn't help but think to himself.

My lord, I really don't know how you managed to subdue these lynx people. If they were to steal something, no one could stop them.

(End of this chapter)