Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Miriel arrived at Highcliff Fortress three days ago, but this time she wasn't just passing through with a trade caravan. She came to deliver something to Li Wei and planned to stay a few extra days since she had nothing else to do.

Unexpectedly, this gave the Lord an idea, and he eagerly taught Miriel how to play mahjong before organizing games.

Naturally, playing cards couldn't be without stakes, so each game had a minimum bet of two gold Krones.

Miriel was the type who was terrible at it but loved it, and the more she lost, the more excited she got.

In just two or three days, the Lord had won over a hundred gold Krones from her, making a significant profit.

As for Zart and Beatrice, who were there to make up the numbers, their money was sponsored by the Lord, essentially moving from his left hand to his right.

However, it also made the Lord realize that you can't judge a book by its cover. Miriel, who didn't even blink an eye after losing over a hundred gold Krones, was clearly a hidden wealthy woman.

The Lord was winning so much he was numb; even selling his ass didn't earn him money this quickly.

"I'm not playing anymore, I'm not playing anymore." Having lost so much money and not won a single game, Miriel looked like she was doubting her life, and she waved her hands repeatedly.

Honestly, a hundred Krones wasn't much to her, but not winning a single game after playing so many rounds really put her in a bad mood.

This made the Lord smack his lips with lingering interest. It seemed that exploiting the sheep too hard wasn't a good idea. Next time, he should cheat less and let this woman win a few games.

"But I didn't expect you to be so detailed in your research of these historical events," Li Wei said casually.

In his mind, Miriel was just a big-breasted, brainless half-elf, but he didn't expect her to have such a deep understanding of historical documents.

Unexpectedly, Miriel looked puzzled: "Research? This incident almost threw Deber into chaos back then. The scandal of the Deber Crown Prince choosing an illegitimate child was even known throughout the countries. How could you not know about it?"

"Back then? How many years ago are you referring to specifically?"

Miriel's confident manner even made Li Wei doubt himself. He racked his brains to recall the memories of his predecessor, but he couldn't find any information about this "well-known" event, as if he wasn't from Deber at all.

"I don't remember exactly, but it should be more than thirty years ago."

"..."

The Lord asked expressionlessly: "Guess how old I am this year?"

"..."

This misunderstanding was truly speechless. Although half-elves don't have the same lifespan as true elves, they are still long-lived compared to humans.

The lifespans and growth cycles of the two are completely different, leading to a significant difference in their perception of time, hence this misunderstanding.

Li Wei finally realized the meaning of the saying that circulated online in his previous life: 'An elf can see three generations of humans pass, and the elf is still there when the human is gone.'

"To be honest, I'm especially curious about your relationship with Duchess Florina," the Lord said, his desire for knowledge particularly high at this moment.

"It's not a good thing to be too curious sometimes, Lord," Miriel said unhappily, as if she knew what the Lord of Highcliff Fortress was thinking.

"Tch, she's probably Florina's stepmother, or even from Florina's grandmother's generation."

The Lord didn't dare to say this out loud and could only slander her in his heart.

With no cards to play, the Lord simply lay on the recliner, letting the goat-man girl massage his slightly stiff back from sitting for too long.

Wearing a pair of wooden-soled sandals and draped in a tiger-skin coat, with a slender-waisted, long-legged, and beautiful maid by his side, he looked every bit like a money-grubbing and lecherous second-generation warlord.

As for why he was a second-generation, it's because the first generation wasn't as handsome as him.

"Lord! Lord!" At this moment, a warrior of the Burning Legion dragged something that was neither human nor ghost, rushing over quickly.

"Goodness, what the hell is this new species?"

Even Li Wei, who knew the diversity of species in this world, was startled by the creature before him.

"Lord, this person says he is Bem, the chief of the Wind Surge Tribe," the orc said, scratching his head.

Hearing this, Li Wei carefully examined this non-human, non-ghost thing, and after a long time, he could make out some resemblance to Bem: "What the hell happened to you?"

In his memory, Chief Bem wore proper Deber attire, his brown hair tied up in strands with hair ties, and two conspicuous gold teeth that made the Lord's heart race.

But now, the well-dressed Chief Bem had become a complete savage, his whole body covered in mud, his hair a messy tangle, emitting a stench. If he curled up into a ball, Li Wei would have thought he was a large pile of cow dung.

He wondered what this old boy had gone through.

"Lord! The Wind Surge Tribe is finished! The Wind Surge Tribe is finished! Highcliff Fortress will be next..." Bem cried out as if he had seen a savior, wanting to hug the Lord's leg.

Smack!

Li Wei kicked Bem to the ground, saying fiercely.

"Damn it, how dare you curse my Highcliff Fortress?!"

Li Wei's good mood from the early morning had disappeared at this moment. After all, no one would be in a good mood if they were told they were finished first thing in the morning.

"Lord, there is an army about to attack Highcliff Fortress!" Bem shouted miserably, as pitiful as a chrysanthemum that had been cruelly ravaged.

Just then, as if to confirm what Bem had said, a low horn sounded in Highcliff Fortress.

Li Wei was dumbfounded, and the tiger-skin coat he was wearing silently fell to the ground.

At this moment, he looked like a warlord surrounded by a large army, about to fall.

The beautiful maids behind him, Beatrice and Miriel, were as helpless as the concubines about to be divided.

"Can anyone tell me who the hell dares to attack Highcliff Fortress?"

He was sitting at home, and disaster came from the sky.

This made the Lord both angry and furious. A giant door-sized sword, reinforced by the Fede craftsmen, appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he dragged the giant sword out in a rage.

"Assemble! Assemble!"

The Lord's roar resounded throughout Highcliff Fortress, and the anger contained within made everyone feel uneasy and silently mourn for the person about to bear the brunt of his wrath.

...

"So, this was just a misunderstanding?"

The Lord's face was terribly cold as he sat on a blue stone.

The orc reporting was fully two and a half humans tall, wide and fat, and at this moment, he was hanging his head so low that he wished he could bury himself in the ground.

"Yes, boss." The cool morning breeze felt like late October, but beads of sweat were dripping from the orc's forehead.

Zart, standing beside the Lord, was as straight as a marble pillar, not daring to breathe loudly.

"What happened here?"

At this moment, a puzzled voice came.

There will be another chapter tonight