The Transmigrated Novelist

"What the hell are you guys waiting for!? Do you have some kind of death wish!? Disperse!"

It was these words from Young Noble Clark that dispersed the two formations of soldiers, as not only his face, but also the face of Master Troy, the Young Master by his side, and Young Noble Fjord was black.

They had managed to defuse the ticking bomb on their side at the moment, but no one knew when the bomb would start ticking once again and explode in their hands.

Even though they weren't exactly soft persimmons themselves none of them could bear the damage that this damn bomb could cause to them.

So they had to be extra careful from now on. But on the minds of these young men, there was also another unanswered question, just who was that scum who had peeked on their woman?

They all considered Amelia as theirs despite not being able to resist even one or two of her attacks, and they wouldn't allow someone else to come and spit on their food.

What made them even angrier though, was the fact that one of them might have gone and taken a head start with the beauty.

If it happened once, then it could happen twice! And if it happened twice then it would become a freeway.

They all had their own plans on how to deal with her, so they couldn't bear it if someone decided to precede their plans and act before time.

With these thoughts in their minds, they didn't even say their pleasantries as they walked towards their tents.

…

Inside one of the tents, Master Troy was looking at his disciple with a questioning gaze, as he asked,

"You weren't the one who did that, right!?"

The disciple could feel a chilly wind on his back as he saw the Master's gaze, but he quickly answered,

"No, Master! Of course not!"

"Hmm~! Very well then! Just be careful, do not make some mistake that you and I will both regret! Our plan is more important than some stupid slu*t!

Furthermore, once our plan succeeds you can do whatever you want with her, no one will be able to interfere, not even that bastard of a father she has!"

Hearing the first part, the young man's face showed a strange glint, but hearing the second part his face started to shine, as he said with a happy tone,

"Yes, thank you, Master!"

"Now go on and do what I told you! Keep an eye on that young soldier, I don't know why but I feel a bit edgy about him!"

"Yes, Master as you wish!"

With that said the young man disappeared from the tent, while the old man seemed to look at his disappearing gaze with a chilly look, as he said,

"Hmph~! Little bastard don't think that I don't know what you are planning! Soon you will regret it though! Hhaha~!"

No one would be able to understand who the old Master Troy was talking about, was it Roy who had found traces of his plan, or his own disciple who he was gazing at the moment.

…

In another tent, Amelia was resting on her father's chest, as he asked with a heavy and enraged voice,

"Little Amelia, why didn't you let me deal with those shameless bastards!?"

"Father, how come you are so stupid sometimes!? Mother is right, if she weren't by your side until now you would certainly be dead!"

Hearing those chiding words, Master Gorg couldn't help but get a bit embarrassed as he remembered about his wife, as he scratched his head and said,

"Huh!? Little Amelia why did you remind me of your mother!? And how come you seem to become more and more like her!? What did I do wrong this time!?"

"Well isn't it because you are just brawn and no brain man!? Furthermore, if I don't become like her, should I become like you!? Thinking only to fight and cause trouble!

If that were the case then shouldn't I go and marry that guy who tried to peek at me today!? Even though he was weaker than me, he managed to dodge two of my strikes!"

"Huh!?"

Once again Master Gorg couldn't help but scratch his head, as he would have never expected his daughter to talk like that to him.

But he had to accept that this daughter of his was becoming more and more like her mother. Even though he wanted to pass his mantle and skills to her, he still couldn't help but feel a bit sour.

Not long ago she would follow behind him like a sticky ball, telling him that she wanted to become strong like him and beat every man approaching her. And now she was chiding him!

Life is truly vicious, as time passes too fast! He couldn't help but think like that, as he heard the beautiful daughter of his start speaking again,

"If you had continued fighting, then we would truly lose the purpose of our arrival here! Don't forget that we are here to find an antidote that could heal mother!

The only reason we came here was that we heard that a Rank 5 Green Horn Snake beast was involved, and there is a chance for them to form the anti-venomous pill in the base of their horn.

Furthermore, the situation is extremely delicate now, as those two idiots are against each other, if you force them to cooperate together then we would be the ones to suffer.

I tried so hard to put that damn waste of a Young Noble Clark against Young Noble Fjord when we arrived here, now you want to destroy all my efforts!

Not to mention, that I don't think that any of those wastes is the one who peeked at me at the river. None of them could resist even one of my hits, especially when I use sword energy.

If I am not wrong then that guy isn't in our camp, and he might even be some kind of Master or has some powerful Master behind him.

We will need his help if we want to succeed with our mission!"

As Amelia said all these things, Master Gorg could only hear and scratch his head, as he had never thought that there was so much inside this matter.

He was a simple person after all, as long as he didn't agree with someone he would fight it out, and the winner was right!

…

In another tent, Young Noble Fjord seemed to be extremely angry, as the moment that he reached his own tent, he took the new barbarian princess that was offered to him, and immediately penetrated her.

For him, putting his little brother inside a woman was a great means of calming, for that reason he would train his women to be leaking in love juices at all times.

Only like that would he ensure that no matter who he chose to stuff his little brother in, he would always do this easily and not feel pain.

The same thing was happening at the moment. The barbarian princess was still new at this though, so the moment he did that, she was still not wet enough, and the rubbing of their skin made her feel pain.

'Aagghh~!'

Feeling that pain she couldn't help but grimace in pain, which clearly enraged Young Noble Fjord, as he slapped her booty with all his strength, as he screamed at her,

"You bi*tch, how many times have I told you to wait me dripping in juices, and not make a noise when I put my shlong inside you!?

How dare you make a noise! Dirty bi*tch!"

The more he talked the more he started to slap her booty, releasing his anger, and rage upon her and her body.

It was only when he had slapped her more than 14 times that he finally seemed to relax a bit, as he finally said,

"How dare that guy talk to me like that! And that damn Master Troy, my family gave so much to him, and he doesn't even do his job! I swear I will make them regret it one day!"

…

Almost the same thing was happening even in Young Noble Clark's tent, it was just that in his tent wasn't a barbarian woman, but one of his servants.

And beside him, there were the two old men that his father had sent to protect him doing the same as him.

As if he wasn't aware of what they were all doing, Young Noble Fjord started talking normally to one of those old men,

"Master Ryan, what do you think about the matter today, and those guys!?"

The old man was having his shlong serviced by a plump and auburn-haired maid, as he stuffed it inside her secret cave, and said,

"Young Noble, I think that today's matter is a truly weird one, and even the reaction of the people involved is weird.

I still think that the most important issue at the moment is that Young Noble Fjord, and Master Troy.

Those two are extremely sly and insidious, so we should be extra careful of them. Just like I said earlier today, I fear that they have planned something for this case!"

"Ugghnn~! Hm~! You are right, I think so too. Master Aby tomorrow make sure to follow those two guys without being noticed! We need to find whatever they have planned.

What about Amelia, and Master Gorg!? What do you think of them, Master Ryan!?"

"I think that those rumors about the poisoning of Lady Fiona are true! But I don't think that their reaction was weird though!"

Hearing that, Young Noble Clark didn't say anything, he just made a sound,

"Ah so~!?"

And then continued pounding on the servant servicing him, as a pensive look appeared on his face. No one was able to understand what he was thinking about…