Warlord: King of All Clans

When night fell and they had a sumptuous dinner, under the gloating peeping of their friends in the Riverbend House, Fraser lowered her head, her ears pressed against her head, and her tail between her legs, listening to Olivia's scolding.

"It's okay to learn things secretly. If you don't understand, you can ask someone to teach you. But it's not okay to steal things. You must ask others first!"

"Is Hewan giving you less food or less clothes? What good things are not shared with you? Do you need to steal?"

"If you steal green cubs again, I will enroll you in school and make you study hard with the little dog-headed man!"

Feisha's eyes were filled with tears, and she whimpered, "I won't dare to do it again next time!"

When Olivia calmed down, Fisa hugged her thighs and said, "Leo, you bastard, stole my alchemy table! And you didn't care about him!"

Seeing that Feisha was about to cry, Olivia softened her heart immediately, pulled Leo, who was gloating beside her, over, and pretended to spank him on the butt, "Look, I beat him, I beat everyone who doesn't listen!"

Fisa immediately became happy, wagging her tail rapidly and staring intently, waiting for Leo to get beaten.

Seeing her like this, Leo also got angry, "You are really cruel, you are just waiting for me to get beaten, right? Freya, come on!"

Freya broke free from the reins, rushing over with "Ah Woo" and "Ah Woo", knocking Fisa over with her head, and the two of them started fighting again.

Looking at her two troublesome furry children and a worrying husband, Olivia put her hand on her forehead and had no choice but to give up.

Sitting in the small living room, the noble lady next to her smiled and advised her, "It's nice to have one or two small animals, but you still have to have your own children."

She sat on the cloth sofa, proudly showing off her bulging belly.

Then, without Olivia's consent, he began to instill her experience of pregnancy.

This noble lady was the newlywed wife of the eldest son of Rigolav’s second brother.

The three old knight territories of the Petukhov family are located twenty miles southwest of Isenpol. Although most of them are mountainous, they have been managed for a long time and have a large population.

It may not be the case in peacetime, but now that they are at odds with the Lordship of Isenbol, their three knighthoods are like three sharp thorns in Isenbol's ribs.

No matter how powerful the Hewan Lord is, who is hundreds of miles away, it will take time to send troops.

If an army capable of threatening the city of Isenbol is formed a hundred miles away, it will be discovered before it gets within fifty miles.

But if they emerge from the knighthood of the Petukhov family and rebel today, they might be able to open the city gate tomorrow!

No matter from which angle you judge it, Tariq will attack Petukhov first.

As the situation became increasingly tense, Rigolav sent all the women in his family to the river bend to prevent any unexpected events.

Listening to the words of the women of her allies, Olivia also touched her belly, feeling a little unhappy.

Although he raised three princesses, thirty-six dog children, one hundred and eight green-skinned cubs, and countless human children, Olivia still envied him.

Have to work harder at night!

Of course, first we have to find a way to get rid of those annoying groundhogs.

A few days after Leo returned, a team of carriages set out from Isenbor and headed towards the Western Watchtower along the World Tree Avenue.

Soon, the Lord's Mansion received the news, and the mid-level knight commander personally led the cavalry to chase after them.

Twenty miles away from the western watchtower, the knights from the lord's mansion finally caught up with the carriage team.

But at this time, the River Bay Cavalry led by several Wind Knights also appeared in front of the convoy.

Two cavalry teams of hundreds of people confronted each other, but no conflict broke out in the end. They all watched the carriage leave.

The horse combat capability of this Lord's Knights is definitely stronger than the patrol cavalry of the river bay, but the opponent is led by the Wind Knight, and the position of the mid-level wizard can also determine the outcome of this small-scale battle.

The owner of the caravan was none other than Master Morse. He loaded all his belongings onto fifteen carriages, completely abandoned his legacy in Isenbol, and fled to the river bay.

After resting for a day in Hekou Town and seeing its prosperity, Master Morse led his men to the River Bay Peninsula.

The prosperity of Isenbol has been accumulated over a hundred years. Although it is densely populated, it always has the atmosphere of a small city. Due to unreasonable planning, many areas are typical examples of dirtiness and disorder.

But the Hekou Town with a population of 2,000 is full of vitality. The inside of the city wall is heavily guarded and the administration is clean. Outside the city wall there are also dense crowds of people and markets, which transport and distribute daily necessities outside the western sentry tower.

The road here has been repaired several times and is now very flat.

However, the output of the Hewan Cement Workshop has always been small, and has basically been used in large buildings and dams, and has not yet reached the stage of large-scale bridge and road construction.

After a heavy rain a few days ago, many mud puddles were inevitably formed due to the trampling of passing convoys.

Walking along the river bend avenue along the Anzeno River, there are newly built farms and pastures on both sides, and civilians working everywhere. This place has nothing to do with the word wilderness.

At this time, a carriage was stuck in a mud pit. Under the whip of the coachman, two horses pulled hard, but they could not pull the carriage out of the mud pit.

The carriage was carrying Morse's metal refining furnace, which weighed thousands of pounds.

Morse was not surprised at all. On the contrary, he felt that this trip was too easy and far more uneventful than he had imagined.

This trip was somewhat like an escape, and the absence of fighting and casualties was already the best outcome.

He got off the carriage with a staff in his hand, ready to cast a spell to get the carriage out of the mud.

At this moment, a huge rock next to him suddenly moved.

The boulder stood up and turned into a fat, two-headed ogre.

He brushed off the grass clippings on his body, put on two tall gentleman's round hats on his head, and ran towards the carriage.

The two-headed ogre, whose size was beyond Morse's understanding, lifted the back shaft of the carriage and pushed it forward, pushing the carriage out of the mud pit.

Sensing the approaching threat, the two draft horses struggled to run forward, but the ogre reached out and grabbed the carriage, preventing it from leaving.

A two-headed ogre is enough to pose a huge threat to mortals, but it is no match for a mid-level wizard. Wizard Morse ignored the panic of his subordinates and watched the ogre's actions with interest.

The clever two-headed ogre glanced around and saw Morse, and stretched out his big hand like a palm leaf fan, "Five coins!"

Morse didn't bring any money himself, so he told the servant, "Give me the money quickly."

His servant tremblingly took out a purse and threw it directly to the ogre.

The two-headed ogre let go of the carriage, nimbly caught the purse, poured out the coins inside, clumsily counted out five coins, and then returned the rest to the servant.

"Service fee! Five cents!"

"Orgei, civilized people!"

He obviously couldn't tell the difference between a silver coin and a copper coin, but at least he could count five!

After carefully putting the two silver coins and three copper coins into his purse, the two-headed ogre returned to the roadside, put his tall gentleman's round hat away, and lay down to continue basking in the sun and taking a nap.

His belly, which had turned grayish white after eating too many swamp monsters and poisonous snakes, suddenly turned into a huge rock on the side of the road, and he could hardly be recognized as an ogre.

Apparently, this two-headed ogre found a new job, waiting in front of a mud pit, and achieved financial freedom by providing transportation services on Riverbend Avenue.

When you get to Hewan Territory, as long as you have brains, you can make money anywhere!