13: Cows and horses, Warcraft

"Sigh, for the Baron to send people to help even an old guy like me who is about to die move to Ironthorn Town, his kindness toward us is truly immense."

"Yes, and he even waived half of the territorial taxes for us. The Baron is definitely the best lord in the world."

"Hey! That goes without saying. There really hasn't been any lord who valued us Serfs so much. Now, we can finally live like human beings."

"Alright, everyone, put in some effort..."

"This is the last batch. As long as we survive the Cold Wave over the next few days, we will definitely be able to live better under the Baron's leadership."

Not far away, Lister and the others heard their conversation, smiled knowingly, and then hurried away.

...

Back at the castle, it was close to dinner time.

Lister returned to the third floor, preparing to take a bath, when a soft and pleasant female voice rang out.

"Baron, Flora pays her respects."

Looking at the young girl waiting respectfully at the bathroom door, Lister was taken aback: "Why are you here?"

"Replying to the Baron, Flora has been arranged by Steward Thomas to be your personal maid." Flora said somewhat nervously; she was afraid Lister would not accept her.

"A personal maid!" Lister looked surprised, but then laughed, "This Thomas, I didn't expect him to send you here."

"Alright, then work hard."

Hearing that Lister did not refuse, her face lit up: "Baron, are you going to bathe? Flora can serve you."

When she said the word 'serve', her little face instantly turned Red. It was the first time she had ever said such a thing to a man.

Lister was stunned. He hadn't expected this little girl to be so direct.

But seeing Flora's expression, he felt amused and teased, "How do you want to serve?"

"This, I..." The innocent Flora didn't know how to answer for a moment, stammering and at a loss.

"Haha, alright, I won't tease you anymore." Lister chuckled, "You are still too young; let's talk about it when you grow up."

Although he didn't claim to be a saint, the girl was indeed young, and he was not a man controlled by his lower body.

After saying that, he walked straight into the bathroom, leaving Flora standing there alone.

"Small?" Flora looked down and tilted her head in confusion, "It's clearly not small; why would the Baron say that?"

Soon, after Lister finished his bath, he came to the first-floor hall with Flora and began to enjoy a sumptuous dinner.

During the meal, Thomas reported to him about the affairs in the castle. All the maids worked very seriously and carefully, so they all passed the assessment and became full-time maids, and their wages were increased slightly.

He had no objections to Thomas's arrangements and expressed his satisfaction.

After dinner, he rested for a while and then headed to the training ground. He hadn't practiced in the afternoon, so he couldn't miss it at night.

Flora wanted to follow, but Lister did not agree. It was freezing outside; why should a delicate and weak girl like her follow him out to catch a cold?

Besides, he was not one of those second-generation nobles who couldn't do anything without being served.

...

In the center of the training ground, amidst the bright bonfire that dispelled the darkness, figures were practicing hard.

Upon arriving at the training ground, Lister heard good news: Spartacus Bulk had already condensed a Dou Qi Seed.

You know, today was Spartacus's first time practicing. This speed was simply terrifying.

Lister was pleasantly surprised and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, 'As expected of a genius who will become a Golden Knight in the future.'

Without being stingy, he praised both Red, who was instructing, and Spartacus.

Red acted very humble and was also extremely grateful to Lister for entrusting such a genius to his guidance.

Spartacus smiled shyly, which was somewhat at odds with his sturdy physique.

As for the knights on the side who had already been motivated, they practiced even harder.

After saying a few words, Lister began his practice for the day, which continued to be the Breathing Technique, swordsmanship, and spearmanship.

Although he really wanted to learn powerful skills, he was currently only an Apprentice Knight, and his skills were only at the introductory level, not yet reaching the level required to learn skills, so he did not force it.

In the corner of the training ground, Lister was swinging the black iron heavy sword. His breathing rhythm was strong and rhythmic, and if one listened carefully, one could vaguely hear the sound of a wolf howling.

This was the characteristic brought about after condensing the Dou Qi Seed. When the wolf's howl appeared in both his Breathing Technique and the surge of blood energy, it meant that the bloodline had been successfully activated.

"Hoo!" Feeling tired, Lister stopped his movements and took a long breath, "Today's Breathing Technique has improved a lot compared to yesterday. I estimate that in a few more days, I should be able to successfully activate my bloodline and advance to a Bronze Knight."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but look excited. He had been looking forward to becoming a Full Knight for a long time.

After seeing Red and the other knights take action over the past few days, although they hadn't used their full strength, they were already very powerful, especially those cool skills, which were constantly tugging at his heartstrings.

After the training ended, Lister instructed Red to gather some men outside the castle after 1:00 AM, and then he returned to the third floor of the castle to rest.

Just after entering, Lianna and Livia flew over, chirping, their faces clearly unhappy.

After Lister listened carefully, he laughed. It turned out that the two little cuties were blaming him for not taking them out to play today.

This was naturally because he had been busy working all day. He had no choice but to comfort them, "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I neglected you."

"If you don't mind working with me in the future, and you won't disturb me, you can certainly follow me all the time."

"Yiya yiya!" The two little cuties immediately indicated that they definitely wouldn't, and then flew around happily.

After playing with them for a while and watching them fall asleep, Lister went to bed.

He felt like he was working like a pack animal. He was clearly the lord, so why did he have so many things to do every day?

This was far too different from the life of a lord he had imagined!

...

Late at night, on the edge of the Ironthorn Forest.

With the sound of pig hooves approaching, Lister, Red, and the other knights who had been waiting in the cold wind felt a surge of joy.

Although they all practiced and had good cold resistance, the nights in Ironthorn Territory during autumn, near the northern cold zone, were still very cold.

So no one liked to freeze in the cold wind in the middle of the night. After all, sleeping in a warm bed was much better.

A few breaths later, seven Black-Haired Wild Boars rushed out from the Ironthorn Forest, cautiously looking around.

"Black-Haired Seven Boar Group, you've finally come out." Lister whispered to himself.

The Black-Haired Seven Boar Group was the name he had given to the seven Black-Haired Wild Boars when he had nothing better to do.

Just as he was about to give an order, Red, standing beside him, said in a serious tone, "Baron Lister, the leader of those seven Black-Haired Wild Boars seems a bit off."

"Off?" Lister was stunned; he didn't understand what Red meant.

The next moment, the silver-blue moonlight spilled onto the seven Black-Haired Wild Boars, and it was then that Lister saw why the leading 'Black-Haired' wild boar was off.

Unlike the other six Black-Haired Wild Boars, the leading 'Black-Haired' wild boar was significantly larger, and its fur was not black, but a seductive dark Red.

Not only that, it had four pairs of fangs, sharp enough to tear through the air.

At this moment, Red said in surprise, "Baron Lister, that is not an ordinary Black-Haired Wild Boar; it has mutated into a Magical Beast."

"A Magical Beast!" Lister was shocked. He knew that to be called a Magical Beast, it had to have at least the strength of a Bronze Knight.

He hadn't expected a Magical Beast to exist in the small Ironthorn Forest. He immediately looked at Red and asked, "How is its strength, Red? Are you confident?"