Windmill Manor.
Lord Marcus was complaining to a plump pangolin, "Pangolin King, can't you keep your descendants under control and stop them from digging holes all over the manor? If they want to dig holes, they can go dig them on Dagger Mountain. Why do they have to keep digging them here?"
This pangolin was his contracted Phantom Beast—the Pangolin King.
As a Phantom Beast with the traits of a Beast King, Pangolin King naturally could command ordinary pangolins.
However, Pangolin King ignored Marcus and simply continued digging holes in the courtyard. It was what he loved doing most.
Marcus was helpless.
Pangolin King was the second Phantom Beast he had contracted. Perhaps his talent was limited, or perhaps they were not quite compatible enough, but even now, he had failed to achieve Perfect Synchronization with Pangolin King. Naturally, he could not advance to a Tier 3 High Phantom Beast Knight.
He glanced into the distance, where Steel Thunder Beast was leisurely grazing.
"Steel Thunder Beast is still the best. It never gives me any trouble, and every year it earns the manor a huge amount in transport fees," Marcus praised.
Whenever the warm season arrived, especially during the scorching summer, he would have Steel Thunder Beast lead a team of thunder beasts pulling carts to transport bulk goods.
The subsidies from merchant caravans alone exceeded the manor's annual income from its lands.
It could be said that Steel Thunder Beast was not merely his Contract Partner, but also the family's most important moneymaker.
"Marcus, how many days can you rest at home this time?" his wife, Madam Shafali, came over and asked.
"I don't know. It depends on when my lord summons the Knight Order."
"Do you really have to keep fighting on the snowfields without end? Even if