Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Time flies like an arrow, days and nights alternate in cycles. In just one week, Highcliff Fortress welcomed its master once again.

"Did everything go smoothly?" Beatrice was the first to raise her hand and ask.

Secretly, she was calculating the number of people in the returning team, only to find that no one was missing, which surprised her.

Li Wei smiled proudly and turned to lift the simple shed cloth covering the carriage.

Hiss!

A collective gasp of cold air immediately sounded from the surroundings.

Just as the lord was preparing to enjoy the adulation of the crowd, Beatrice's faint voice came: "Li Wei, where did you abduct this ignorant girl from?"

No wonder everyone reacted so strongly. A silver-haired girl was fast asleep in the carriage, drool flowing from the corner of her mouth, muttering unknown nonsense in her sleep.

This silly appearance made it hard not to think of her as simple-minded.

They were supposed to slay a dragon, but they didn't even catch a glimpse of a single dragon scale, only a seemingly not-so-bright girl.

"Brother-in-law, I didn't expect you to like this type of girl," Mil said with a constipated expression.

The others nodded in agreement, their expressions clearly showing that they were seeing their lord in a new light for the first time.

"Damn it, you're slandering me, slandering me! Don't look at her harmless appearance now, she is a genuine dragon!"

The lord didn't expect that a good opportunity to show off would turn into an accusation of kidnapping a girl, and he explained loudly.

"Mhm, mhm."

The others nodded quickly, pretending to believe him.

But this insincere appearance clearly showed that they had been under someone's despotic iron fist for a long time.

"Believe it or not." In the end, the lord cursed and put down the curtain, driving the carriage back to his lord's hall.

"He's guilty, the boss is guilty!"

A quiet voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.

"Damn it, what virtue or ability does my Highcliff Fortress have to accommodate a crouching dragon and a phoenix chick like you!"

With Zha Te's large build, there was no hiding in the crowd. He wanted to learn how to stir up trouble like others, but he couldn't even pull up his pants before trying to run.

The lord was both angry and amused, and he kicked him squarely on the butt, sending him sprawling face-first into the mud.

"Go write a three-hundred-word reflection on this dragon slaying!"

After being beaten, Zha Te still grinned and spat out the grass in his mouth, dusting off his butt as if it didn't hurt. But when he heard the last sentence, his face instantly fell, looking pained.

His skin was thick, so it didn't matter how the boss beat him, but asking him to write? He would rather dig the ground.

"Tina, quickly have the cooks make me something delicious to satisfy my hunger. I've been eating dry food every day for the past few days, I'm about to throw up!"

Slightly relieved, Li Wei touched his chest muscles, feeling like they had shrunk a bit, as if he had lost weight.

To cope with the imminent arrival of the dragon army, he only ate about seventy percent full each day. Later, taking advantage of the dragon's sleep, he wanted to launch a surprise attack, so he rushed day and night, without even having time for a hot meal.

Not to mention him, even the orc barbarians probably collectively lost weight.

...

Lord's Hall.

A lord of Highcliff Fortress, a chief administrator of Highcliff Fortress, the two most powerful people in Highcliff Fortress gathered together to whisper secrets.

"Is this really a silver dragon?"

"Genuine, Your Lordship. I spent a great deal of effort to deceive... no, to subdue her and bring her back to Highcliff Fortress."

"I didn't believe you before, but now I do!"

Beatrice glanced at the silver dragon girl opposite her with a strange expression.

On the wide long table, all kinds of food were laid out: roasted deer legs, beef stew with potatoes, braised rabbit meat, and so on.

But the silver dragon girl was feasting alone, instantly sweeping away the food in front of her, making the delicate goat-human maids who were serving the dishes sweat profusely, almost collapsing from exhaustion.

The five maids couldn't serve food as fast as she could eat.

It could be said that this table of food was originally intended to reward the dragon-slaying team, but now it all went into one person's stomach.

Beatrice couldn't understand how big her stomach was. She ate nearly thirty people's worth of food, but her abdomen still didn't change much.

Only the identity of a dragon could explain it.

And the dragon-slaying team was arranged to have a small feast elsewhere.

Watching helplessly as another half table of food went down her stomach, consuming his personal three days' worth of rations, the lord couldn't hold back and couldn't help but complain:

"Are you a pig? How can you eat so much?"

These foods were all openly embezzled by him, relying on his status as the lord who was one rank higher than everyone else, to use for small feasts. Now, all of it went into someone else's stomach.

The timid silver dragon girl thought she was going to be scolded, and subconsciously shrank her neck and stopped her movements.

But observing his expression, she found that Li Wei was not angry, so she stubbornly argued: "Pigs can't eat as much as dragons, right? I'm only thirty-five years old, still a juvenile dragon. This age is the time for growing, the more I eat, the more I consume, and the faster I grow."

Damn it, what she said made so much sense, I couldn't refute it.

The lord clutched his chest and slumped weakly in his chair, looking pained.

"Li Wei, what's wrong?" Beatrice was startled and quickly reached out to touch the lord's forehead. It was a normal temperature, he didn't seem to be sick.

"It's nothing, my heart hurts, just let me rest for a while." Li Wei weakly pushed away Beatrice's small hand that was still trying to touch his chest.

What he brought back wasn't a dragon, it was a living ancestor.

Originally, Highcliff Fortress had more than enough grain to last until next year's harvest, but now, with the silver dragon girl's appetite, one dragon successfully accounted for half of Highcliff Fortress's grain.

Li Wei finally understood why the number of named dragon knight regiments in the Seven Kingdoms had never increased. There was no other reason, who could afford to feed a dragon?

The Holy Sees of the West, relying on maritime trade, earned a fortune, and their military spending increased every year, but they never expanded this trump card regiment. It was entirely because this little military spending wasn't enough for them to consume for a few days.

If they expanded, it would be actively putting their finances on hard mode.

There's a reason why trump card regiments are called trump card regiments, it's all fed with money.

It can be said that every soldier is a walking gold ingot.

The gold content of just the two words "trump card" is self-explanatory.

After a hearty battle with the food, the silver dragon girl touched her slightly bulging belly with a satisfied expression, slumping in the chair. Since coming to this wilderness, she had never eaten such delicious food.

"So full."

Sofia thought that staying here wasn't bad. As long as there were so many delicious things to eat every day, no, as long as there was once every three days, she would be very satisfied.

In the end, the lord walked out of the lord's hall with tears in his eyes.

When the chief administrator stopped him and asked him what he was going to do, the lord just looked up at the sky, his eyes blank, and uttered a few words: "Sell my ass to earn money, to feed a bunch of rice buckets and a super rice bucket..."