Phoenix Grand Lord

In fact, Luo Wei had thought about occupying the Watch Farm Manor.

The Watch Farm Manor has large tracts of fertile farmland on the south bank of the Broken Star River, which is simply a granary-level territory.

With the Watch Farm Manor, there will be no need to worry about food in the future.

As a proper lord, how can he not be greedy?

But the problem is that the Watch Farm Manor belongs to the territory of Baron Edmund of Marigold. If the goal is to occupy it, then it is undoubtedly a direct declaration of war on Baron Edmund.

With Luo Wei's current strength, he cannot directly declare war on Edmund.

Moreover, the Watch Farm Manor does not have a military advantage in terms of terrain.

The land of Meilin Valley is barren and easy to defend but difficult to attack, while the Watch Farm is fertile and easy to attack but difficult to defend.

Occupying the Watch Farm now will not only have no benefits, but will also put oneself in an irretrievable situation.

It is still necessary to develop one's own Meilin Valley Manor as the core goal and remain unshakable for a long time.

Therefore, the best way at this stage is to plunder.

Doesn't my Meilin Valley grow food?

It doesn't matter, I can put on a vest and rob the bad lords of their food, right?

Doesn't my Meilin Valley have no resources for development?

It doesn't matter, I can put on a vest and rob the bad lords of their resources, right?

Who said that developing a territory can only rely on farming? Isn't it the same for the bad lords to farm for me?

With the plundering skill "Phoenix Conservation" in hand, I must eat it all!

As for whether the vest will be seen through by Baron Edmund of Marigold - it doesn't matter!

He was going to fight me, and I was going to fight him.

He is now tied up on the border and is in a mess, and he can't free up his hands in a short time.

Even if he wants to go directly, he has to consider whether other lords believe what he says.

If he comes directly, it will give Edmund an excuse. If he puts on a vest and does it, Edmund can't go directly even if he sees it.

How many noble lords and great lords are watching around, they don't mind using a perfect moral excuse to dismember a noble lord's territory, expand their own territory, or even seize his title.

That hypocritical "aristocratic morality" must be used well.

As long as Edmund does not go directly, the next few wars can only be manor-level lord wars.

When the strength of my Meilin Valley grows stronger, Edmund will dare to go directly again, and he will not be in vain!

That time is a good time to occupy other manors!

To fight for hegemony, not only must one's own strength be strong, but also the right time and place.

Whether it is the Earth World or the Regan World, no founding emperor can succeed without relying on the right time, the right place, and the right people.

The right time can be waited, the right place can be seized, and the strength can only be accumulated by one's own step-by-step growth.

Now is the accumulation period.

As long as there is an opportunity, we must plunder the resources of other lords as much as possible to accumulate our own advantages.

Marigold Territory will be back to me sooner or later.

And Purple Forest Territory...

The 15-minute rest time was almost up, and Luo Wei found a serf of similar stature, "Take off your clothes and give them to me."

"Ah? Master! This is not allowed!"

"This is an order!"

"Yes, Master!"

The serf quickly took off his dirty and tattered clothes and handed them to Luo Wei respectfully.

Under the gaze of everyone, Luo Wei put on the serf's clothes neatly.

But his own animal skin cloak was put into the new magic hanging bag he carried with him.

The serf who took off his clothes hugged his shoulders and shivered in the cold wind.

Xaliz's pretty face was full of shock, "Master! How can you wear serf's clothes! You are a noble!"

Luo Wei tore a piece of linen from his tattered clothes and covered his face with it, "Yes, I am a respectable noble, so I have to cover my face when doing this kind of thing."

Xaliz's mouth twitched slightly.

Luo Wei continued, "Xia Liz, why are you still standing there? Take off your knight's cloak with the emblem, cover your pretty face, and follow me to burn, kill, and plunder - no, punish the bad lords!"

Xia Liz sighed in annoyance, "...Yes!"

Luo Wei said to the bell-ringing soldiers who were ready, "Come, let's shout the curse together, no, the oracle slogan: The sky is about to fall!"

"The sky is about to fall."

"You should be more enthusiastic - the more enthusiastic you shout, the more meat you will have at night."

"The sky is about to fall! Aoaoaoaoao! The sky is about to fall!"

"That's it! Let's go!"

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In the evening, the setting sun was blood-red.

In the Watch Farm Manor, more than a dozen serfs and servants were busy going in and out of the banquet hall.

Although there was no news of victory yet, the Watch Farm Manor was already preparing to celebrate the victory.

The banquet hall was brightly lit with candles and fragrant.

Four dishes were already served on the family's long dining table, and the silverware shone delicately in the candlelight.

The first dish was mustard smoked wild boar.

The second dish was pea bacon cream soup.

The third dish was magical herb baked bird eggs.

And tonight's main course was a whole lamb roasted in honey.

The lamb brushed with honey was roasted to a crispy skin, sizzling with oil, and sprinkled with herbs and coarse salt.

The servants in charge of serving the dishes placed a silver plate full of fresh fruits and a silver plate full of wheat bread next to the roasted lamb.

There were also two bottles of wine on the long table.

It was really rich.

At this moment, Old Joel Capworth, the lord of Watch Farm Manor, was hunched over and sitting on the main seat of the banquet hall, waiting for the triumphant return of his brother Nathan and his second son Brito.

Today's celebration dinner prepared in advance was a surprise he prepared for his younger brother and second son.

Old Joel is over 70 years old this year, with sparse silver hair on his head, age spots on his face, and a pair of cloudy eyes with no energy.

Although the banquet hall was not large, the firewood was burning brightly, and the temperature in the room was very high, Old Joel still wrapped himself in a thick velvet cloak.

As the head of the Watch Manor, he is also a Level 2 Awakening Knight.

But since the back stabbing incident 10 years ago, his health has begun to decline. Over the years, the disease has been fighting against him, and he is about to win.

"Send someone to look at the road."

Old Joel said in a hoarse voice to the bachelor beside him: "It's just a slaughter of Merrill Valley. It's time for Nathan and Brito to come back. If they don't come, the roasted whole lamb will be cold."

"Yes, sir."

The bachelor bowed and was about to leave when he saw a figure covered in blood staggering into the banquet hall.

"Brother! Brother! It's not good!"

"Nathan?!"

Old Joel couldn't believe his eyes, "What, what happened? How did you do this? Where is Brito?"

Nathan collapsed on the ground and cried bitterly, "Brother! We made a miscalculation! Brito... was caught by that good-for-nothing little lord Rowe of Merrill Valley!"

"What?!" Old Joel shouted and stood up from the main seat, his blood pressure soaring.

Just listen to Nathan continue: "We, the 100 serf soldiers we brought, all, all died!"

Snap!

Old Joel fell headlong onto the sizzling and greasy roasted whole lamb.

Suddenly, the entire banquet hall was in chaos.

The attendants hurriedly helped Old Joel up from the roasted lamb and helped him to the main seat.

Half of Old Joel's face was scalded and swollen, and a valet quickly wiped away the oil stains on his face.

The bachelor took out a bottle of poppy milk and carefully fed it into Old Joel's mouth.

Nathan also quickly came over, his big eyes rolling around, paying close attention to Old Joel's condition.

After a while, Old Joel finally let out a faint breath.

Nathan breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you Yuanshen! Brother, you woke up!"

Old Joel was heartbroken: "Nathan... how is this possible? 100 people! 30 of them are elite serfs wearing light armor!

"Tell me, how could they all be dead?

"Even if we have to kill 100 pigs, it won't be so fast!"

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