This chapter is for the Alliance Master "Feeding My Horse to Sheep". There are nine chapters left, which will be added later.
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On the first morning of April, Gort's son was born.
On the first day of his arrival in this world, there was no movement. Not only did the forest not call his name, but even the midwife responsible for delivering the baby did not know the baby's name.
Only the old servant hired by Gort washed the baby and placed him by Freja's bedside: "Freja, it's a boy. Master will be happy to know."
"Yes." Freja's pale face flashed with a maternal luster. She looked at her son's wrinkled little face and said, "His name is Donald, Donald Mast."
The old servant smiled: "Donald, what a nice name."
"Freja, you have to rest well. I'll help you with anything." The castle's housekeeper, Mawson Paddy, sat by the bed and said.
"Thank you, Mrs. Morrison."
"Mr. Gort is Sir Lord's advisor. His son is born, so we should come to help. Unfortunately, Sir Lord and Mr. Gort have important work to do, so they can't witness Donald's birth. Sir Lord said that he, Donald Mast, will become Sir Lord's retainer Knight at some point in the future. "
"I'm looking forward to that day." Freja smiled as she thought of such a scene.
As a secret lover, although she gave birth to an aristocratic child, she still had no status to speak of. However, as a mother, she certainly hoped that her son would have a great future. Gort could not and did not dare to give it, but Sir Lord could.
One day, his son would be like everyone else, living under the sun and growing up strong and healthy.
She turned her head, kissed the forehead of the sleeping baby, and murmured: "My son, since you were not born, I called your name every day …"
Outside the house.
The sun was shining brightly, and the weather was getting hotter.
… …
"You look a little uneasy, Advisor Gort." Liszt asked in a relaxed manner as he stood at the construction site of the river trap and watched the serfs laboriously transporting the soil.
"A little. As you know, Freja's due date has arrived."
"You can go back first at noon."
"Thank you for your generosity, my lord!"
"The river trap is almost complete. You don't have much work to do here. Now, I'm going to give you a new task."
"Sir, feel free to instruct me. Gort will do his best to complete it."
"Do you know that a lot more freedmen have settled in the Flower Town recently?"
"A total of more than one hundred and fifty people have been registered in the administrative office's files, Sir." This was Liszt's request to compile an identity file for every Flower Town resident.
It was similar to household registration.
"Some people might be curious about the Flower Town, so they sent rats disguised as freedmen." Liszt said in a serious tone, "I need you to find them within three days. If I'm not wrong, there are a total of three mice. But don't act rashly and alert them. Confirm the name list first. "
Once the mice were caught, the smoke task would be completed, and Mururmita might directly attack.
He did not let A Qi enter the water to spread her "smell" to lure Mururmita, so the probability of attack was not easy to judge. But referring to the appearance of the invisible dragon, the smoke mission's ability to stir the threads of fate was very powerful. Liszt knew too little about the legendary sacred dragon.
It would be bad if Mururmita directly attacked before the river trap was completed.
"Rats?" Gort was shocked. "There are rats in the Flower Town? Sir, I need to cooperate! "
"Carl of the patrol will cooperate with you."
"Yes, with Carl's cooperation, I will find the rats and leave no one alive!" Gort responded loudly. In fact, his heart was beating like a drum. There were rats in the Flower Town, and he didn't even know about it.
This was an oversight.
He didn't know if the rats had found out anything about the Black Horse Island.
Of course, the nobles were familiar with rats. They always lived in the dark and did things that the nobles did not want to do. Since Flower Town attracted foreign caravans to do business, it was difficult to guarantee that there would not be rats mixed in, not to mention that many free people came to settle down.
What he was really worried about was that Liszt even knew the number of rats, indicating that everything in Flower Town was under his control.
Gort felt that he had been a little lax recently. He didn't know if he had left a bad impression on Liszt.
He needed to remedy it. He said in his heart, "I have to be alert to deal with the rat incident!"
Back then, the student he taught was just a cowardly youth, and he could easily bluff his way through. However, after coming to Flower Town, the teenager changed dramatically. This made him feel the fear of a subordinate towards a superior. Although this was a young lord who seemed to know how to enjoy life and delegate power, he had a strong desire for control.
He had no doubt that Liszt would go to a higher rank, even comparable to the Count.
The Knight's glory favored him more than anyone else.
Moreover.
Looking at the busy construction site, Liszt originally thought that hunting intermediate sea monsters was a very unwise choice. He was blinded by continuous success.
Now he believed that Liszt was really sure that he could hunt intermediate sea monsters.
"If the hunt is successful, I'm afraid this Coral Island will no longer be able to trap him." Gort followed behind Liszt, looking at the tall and straight back, and his thoughts ran wild. "But are intermediate sea monsters really so easy to kill?"
Looking at the continuous excavation and arrangement of traps.
Gort was worried and hopeful.
… …
At this time, the river has been widened to a width that can accommodate more water, but a small river is still a small river. There is very little water, and the water level can at most be knee-deep.
About a kilometer away from the seaside, it was cut off in the middle.
The surrounding soil slopes were originally high, and now the soil from digging the river was piled higher. Around the hillside, there were dense rock thorns of various sizes, forming a large stone forest, surrounding the entire river section. This was the result of Dosen's hard work over the past few days.
This place will become the meat grinder battlefield for hunting Grummitta.
Markus was leading the Earth Knight back and forth, familiarizing himself with the surrounding terrain.
There was also a group of Trainee Knight following behind, each carrying a few quiver of arrows on their back. The arrows inside had been dipped in the highly toxic bee venom.
Markus also had a quiver on his back. His arrows were divided into two types, one without poison, and the other with poison.
Both were falcon feather arrows that he was reluctant to use. They were made from the feathers of the Wind Peregrine Falcon in World of Warcraft. They were originally made for Liszt, but Liszt gave them to him.
His arrows weren't dipped in ordinary poison, but a Soul Disruptor. Well, it couldn't be said to be dipped in poison. The Soul Disruptor was wrapped in rosin on the arrowhead, and the sharp tip of the arrowhead pierced through the rosin, thus completing the injection of the Soul Disruptor into Purumitar's body.
As long as he could disrupt Grummitta's magic, even the most powerful intermediate World of Warcraft would be nothing more than a thick piece of meat on a chopping board.
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