The Players And The Protagonist Want To Kill Me – Volume 1, Chapter 50
Chapter 50: Essence
Lori busied herself for a while before reemerging.
She had a sweet smile on her face, as if she had accomplished something quite satisfying.
However, Sivey looked a bit puzzled as he stared at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, completely unsure of what the little maid had just done.
In his mind, there were only three words: Is that it??
Lori licked her lips, covering her mouth with a smile. She thought her master was tired.
Then she gently snuggled in her master’s warm embrace and, as taught by those maid sisters, stepped out with her two tender and smooth jade feet, happily “dada” to the bed below to wash her face and rinse her mouth.
Then she tiptoed back “dada” to the bed.
Feeling the warm and fragrant little maid back in his arms, Sivey stared blankly with his eyes wide open, his mind a mess, as if ten thousand alpacas were running around, stomping on his brain.
“Master, want a hug~”
Lori lay in her master’s arms, her little face covered in rosy clouds, incredibly beautiful.
With a shy smile on her lips, she placed the hand holding Sivey on her soft and smooth pink back, rubbing against his broad chest like a little puppy, her tender and soft jade feet also mischievously caressing Sivey’s thighs, she raised her head and asked:
“Master, hehe, weren’t you asleep just now?”
Sivey hesitated for a moment. He hadn’t intended to say it, but he couldn’t stand not saying it. He could only ask softly:
“Lori, what… what were you doing just now…”
“I…”
Lori blushed at the words, seemingly unable to speak, burying her head in Sivey’s chest, leaving only her two small ears trembling outside.
After pondering for a moment, she reluctantly said in a muffled voice:
“Lori… Lori was just practicing… Master, does… does Master not like it?”
“…”
Sivey fell silent for a moment, and finally, in the hesitant gaze of the little maid, he touched his nose and said helplessly:
“I do like it, but… the person who taught you the flute may not have taught you the essence.”
“Huh? Why… obviously, Lena sister showed me carefully…”
Lori raised her head in Sivey’s arms, her soft and cute face full of confusion.
She stared blankly at Sivey, tilted her head in thought, then suddenly realized, and tentatively asked:
“Master, Lori kissed your chest 298 times just now, and rubbed your thighs for so long, does Master not like it…”
“…”
Sivey closed his eyes in pain at the words, then said helplessly:
“Forget it, it’s nothing… I really like it, go to sleep now, tomorrow morning I’ll help you understand.”
Lori pressed her little face against Sivey’s arm, breathing in her master’s scent, her face full of confusion.
She must not have done it right!
” Sister Lena clearly said that as long as I do this, Master will take the initiative to have babies with Lori, but…”
Lori frowned lightly, silently making up her mind:
“I’ll ask Sister Lena again tomorrow… no, I’ll ask every sister, and ask Mrs. Chris too.”
“Lori must master the secret technique of having babies with Master!”
At this moment, the little maid’s eyes burned with a flame of determination.
…
Slept til dawn.
But she was meditating with her hands folded in front of her, pondering the Breath Of The Wild. Sivey could feel that the power emanating from Lori this time was even more intense.
He believed that with one or two more meditations, Lori would be able to awaken.
Last night, due to unexpected circumstances, he didn’t get a chance to try his thoughts. Sivey could only wait until tonight to find Lori and give it a try.
Fortunately, there was nothing else to do now. He could only stroke the girl’s soft waist while browsing the system shop, seeing what useful items he could exchange for his 2000 Villain Points.
“Crossbows, magic stones… Huh, why did a household goods section suddenly appear silently? Let’s take a look inside…”
“Soap, perfume, these are good things, can be sold for money in the capital… Ice silkworm lace underwear? Wow… Let’s get a set, it’s only fifty points…”
“Dynamite? But it’s expensive… Siege equipment, 600 points?”
“Siege ladder?!”
Sivey’s eyes lit up, and a strange idea suddenly flashed through his mind.
…
“Hurry up! Run!”
“Emergency assembly!”
In a small village near Winterfell, a knight was loudly commanding a group of young and strong militia.
“Line up! Stand at attention!”
“Report to Sir Knight! The militia of Ironwood Town has assembled, totaling 103 people.”
In Ironwood Town, under the jurisdiction of Winterfell, a group of militia was gathering in the square.
Some of them were holding wooden spears, while others simply carried pig-killing knives from home, and some even had hunting bows on their backs.
Compared to the weapons in their hands, their attire was even more varied.
Some were wearing thick winter cotton clothes, with wicker armor made of ironwood vines on the outside.
Some were wrapped in simple animal skins and wearing leather helmets, while others simply hung two pieces of iron sheet on a common linen cloth with ropes.
Although they were dressed shabbily, their formation was relatively neat.
Unlike the militia in other territories with dull eyes, their morale was higher, and their eyes were filled with eagerness.
These peasants, who were at the bottom of society and not even considered commoners, had never imagined that their lord would be so kind.
Therefore, now that they had the opportunity, they wanted to contribute to their lord.
In their simple minds, the lord going to war was to defend the territory.
And for the current serfs, life was visibly improving, and what they had to defend was not only the land and family they were responsible for but also to defend this kind lord.
The knight sighed as he looked at these militia members who were not at all unwilling, but unfortunately, they had no education and couldn’t explain anything. They could only continue to fulfill their duties.
“Maintain formation, don’t scatter, target Winterfell, march forward.”
Under the leadership of the knight, these militia members, with respect for their lord and reluctance for their hometown, marched towards Winterfell.
Only leaving behind the gradually distant figures for the old, weak, women, and children who bid farewell.
This scene was happening simultaneously in many towns near Winterfell.
Since Sivey’s order to establish a patrol team was transmitted to these towns yesterday, the speed of assembly of these militia members became even faster.
By the afternoon, all the militia near Winterfell had already assembled.
It was evident that the local militia equipment in Winterfell was much better, at least with decent weapons and complete armor. Even those who didn’t get armor had tied iron pots and plates to themselves, which seemed like they were bringing their entire household.
When Sivey stood on the reviewing platform, he deeply felt the subtle influence of his actions on these lower-class citizens.
Although he hadn’t paid special attention to it, all these farmers were remembered in his heart.
Especially the regular sword and shield soldiers, their eyes looking at Sivey were almost fanatical, as if they were meeting a deity.
Sivey had no doubt that if there were mountains of knives and seas of fire in front of them, as long as he gave the order, these sword and shield soldiers would charge fearlessly.
This was much better than the numb free people described by the system.
After reviewing the soldiers, Sivey went to Aubrey’s house again. Aubrey’s mother’s injuries had stabilized, but there was still no good solution for her lung disease. According to old Parker, they could only rely on medication for now.
After that, Sivey visited several other families of martyrs who had been robbed of their compensation and redistributed the compensation to them before returning to Winterkeep amidst their tearful gratitude.
At this moment, in the council hall of Winterkeep, a strategic meeting regarding Button Territory and the border iron mines was about to begin.
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