Master of the Manor

As Loren and the butler Bohr returned to the manor, Fiana, who had already washed up and changed into a black warrior outfit, quietly appeared before Loren.

The girl with a cool demeanor saw Loren's familiar excited expression and, as if she had thought of something, her eyes held a subtle nuance.

"Did you just change the job classes for the soldiers?"

After seeing Loren nod, she suddenly felt a bit lost. She realized she was understanding this young man less and less.

She had originally thought that after his territory was breached on the Bloody Day, he was destined to fail, and might even lose his life during the next Bloody Day.

But no one expected such an astonishing transformation in just a few days.

From forming a merchant guild alliance to easily acquiring 25 million Puck, to confronting a Gold Grade Barbarian Chieftain with Silver might, and then effortlessly allowing his subordinates to change into Rare Professions that require extensive training time.

That unremarkable young man was now filled with a mysterious aura that made one want to explore further, possessing extraordinary charm.

Her tone carried a hint of complexity.

"How many more secrets are you hiding?"

Loren smiled faintly.

With his hands behind his back, he gazed into the distant sky with a deep look, his words profound.

"In the past, I had no choice. Now, I just want to be a good person."

The girl frowned deeply.

"What are you talking about?"

"Did you understand?"

"No."

"It's right that you didn't understand. I was just saying that to placate you."

"You!!"

Fiana gritted her teeth, feeling how detestable this scoundrel before her was, wishing she could rush forward and kick him twice.

The old butler, Bohr, lagged a few steps behind, his head lowered, eyes focused forward as if he were invisible. He hadn't heard a thing.

Loren laughed heartily, then his smile faded, his expression turning solemn.

Gazing into the girl's captivating eyes, he said earnestly.

"Thank you, Fiana."

Without any further explanation, he gave her a deep look and turned to leave.

Fiana's eyes widened, and she stared at Loren's retreating back, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

She understood the meaning of his words.

Upon returning to the main hall, as soon as Loren sat down, two maids dressed in black and white maid outfits entered the room to prepare tea.

Both maids were around eighteen or nineteen years old, their youthful appearance adding a touch of color to the room.

Loren picked up the porcelain white teacup imprinted with a lilac pattern and slowly took a sip of the warm black tea.

The hot tea flowed down his throat and into his stomach, spreading warmth and significantly alleviating his fatigue.

He waved his hand, dismissing the maids who were about to step forward to massage his shoulders.

"No need, you can go about your business. Mr. Bohr and I have important matters to discuss."

The two maids looked at Loren's nearly perfect face, exchanged a disappointed glance, curtsied gracefully while pulling at their skirts, and then turned to leave.

However, they both felt a sense of resentment in their hearts.

It was a rare opportunity to get close to Master Loren, and they had failed to seize it.

"Bohr, have the Frogmen made any moves these past few days?"

Loren looked at the butler beside him, his eyes as sharp as a falcon's.

Bohr, with his white hair, looked displeased upon hearing the name "Frogmen."

"Master, those Frogmen live in the water and reside on a small island in the center of the lake. We don't have any boats, so we can't inflict any substantial damage on them.

However, they don't seem to be very interested in us either. Apart from their sudden attack on us during the Bloody Day, they haven't attacked us again, nor have they even come ashore."

During the last Bloody Day, Gray Eagle Territory, due to its small population, only attracted a few dozen Bloody Polluters.

Coupled with Fiana, a powerful Platinum expert, guarding the territory, it was possible to defend it.

But at the last moment, a group of ferocious Frogmen surged out of the lake beside them.

These amphibious creatures, with gills on their faces and the ability to breathe underwater, launched a surprise attack on Gray Eagle Territory.

Caught completely off guard, the territory was attacked from both front and back.

The army suffered heavy casualties, and most of the residents were massacred.

It was only because the Bloody Polluters broke through the territory at the very last moment and left immediately after the Blood Moon receded that the entire territory was not annihilated.

"Those damned mercenaries! How dare they deceive us!"

Loren had purchased the location information for Gray Eagle Territory from a mercenary squad in a tavern for one million Puck.

Bohr, the butler, was present at the time, but the other party never mentioned the existence of Frogmen in the lake. They had suffered a great loss because of this.

A hint of coldness flashed in Loren's eyes. Some debts would eventually be settled.

"The Frogmen in the lake are not very strong. With preparation, they can't cause much of a disturbance."

The lake served as a natural barrier. Without boats, it would be too difficult to eliminate those Frogmen, and the Gray Eagle Territory didn't have the resources to spare for it.

"The current focus should be on strengthening the territory's defenses and improving the army's strength."

"Once the City Hall is established, I will lead the army to hunt magical beasts and enhance the army's power."

As he spoke, Loren looked at the white-haired old butler with an unusually serious gaze.

"Bohr, ever since I returned to the Gray Eagle Territory, everything is bound to change.

I am no longer the person I once was. From this moment on, the Gray Eagle Territory will shine with brilliant radiance.

We will surely stand tall in the Endless Wasteland!"

Looking at Loren, whose eyes were firm, resolute, and brimming with confidence.

Butler Bohr's heart trembled. He was reminded of the scene just now, where dozens of Human Soldiers had instantly transferred to Rare Professions.

A hint of excitement appeared in his eyes.

"Master, I eagerly await the day when the territory, under your leadership, stands proudly in the Endless Wasteland and becomes a dream destination that everyone yearns for."

Loren nodded slowly. "Everything will come to pass."

His conviction was as strong as steel.

"Master Loren, Mr. Bohr, the kitchen has prepared food. Would you like to partake now?"

As the two were conversing, a plump kitchen aunt cautiously entered the room to report, carrying a strong smell of cooking oil.

Loren waved his hand.

"Wait a moment. Bohr, go and summon Dina and Deen. I need to discuss the construction of the City Hall and the repair of the Arrow Towers with them."

The rewards for these two tasks were extremely precious. The sooner they were completed, the sooner they could rest easy.

Butler Bohr also chimed in, "Mary, you may go down first. Bring the food up when I notify you."

The plump aunt quickly nodded and curtsied, pulling at her skirt.

However, the plump aunt's action was entirely different from that of the two delicate maidservants, looking like a plump ball of dough wriggling.

After the plump aunt returned to the kitchen in the backyard, several young maidservants who were working immediately put down their plates and bowls and gathered around, chattering and asking questions.

"Aunt Mary, does Master Loren need to eat?"

"Is Master really as handsome as Annie and the others say?"

"Please let me be the one to serve the meal this time, Aunt Mary. I haven't met Master Loren yet."

Aunt Mary chuckled.

"Master Loren is definitely the most handsome young man I've ever seen, but I advise you not to think too much about it.

Master's guardian, Lady Fiana, is not someone you maids can compare to.

Hurry up and get back to work. There are hundreds of people in the backyard waiting for food."

Sigh. The maidservants immediately wailed, dispersed dejectedly, and continued to busy themselves in the kitchen.

There was a clear hierarchy within the manor. Loren, as the owner of the manor and the Gray Eagle Territory, was the sole ruler of this land, a sovereign sitting on the throne.

Butler Bohr below was the second level of existence.

Next in line, logically, should be footmen, who symbolized the manor's prestige. Having a team of tall, strong, and powerful footmen had always been a noble's facade.

However, because the Gray Eagle Territory was still rudimentary, there were no footmen for now.

Finally, it was the turn of the ordinary maidservants and the kitchen cooks.

Although the manor was not large, there were many tasks to be done every day. Under considerable pressure, the manor's owner, Loren, was undoubtedly the subject of discussion and focus for all the maidservants.

If any lucky maidservant caught the master's eye, she might be able to directly rise to become the mistress, which would be incredibly fortunate.

Of course, even a maidservant could at most become a concubine, but even so, her status would be countless times higher than that of an ordinary maidservant.

Moreover, Master Loren was such a handsome and outstanding young man? Everything was simply too wonderful.

Thinking this way, even the tasks of serving Loren tea and water daily, or cleaning Loren's room, would cause the maidservants to compete with each other.