System: Build My Own Territory

Chapter 984 - 290: March With Me (10,000 Words) (Part 3)

On his face, there was a distinct trace of worry.

Once war is waged, casualties are inevitable!

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Alba Town shrouded in the night.

On the walls, oil lamps burn brightly, illuminating the Connelly Manor residence.

As the oil lamps burn, wisps of black smoke rise and stain the walls, already blackened by smoke, even darker.

The entire hall on the first floor is filled with a faint smell of burnt feathers.

At the main seat of the several-meter-long dining table, the Manor Lord Zock Connally sits firmly.

At this moment, his cheeks are puffed, as he chews large bites of the roast beef in his mouth.

Perhaps it’s because he stuffed too much beef into his mouth.

Causing Zock to have crimson juice trickling out of his mouth with each chew.

The maid standing beside him sees this.

She hurriedly picks up the silk handkerchief in her hand, carefully wiping the juice from his mouth corners.

During the wiping, Zock’s gaze unconsciously falls upon the young maid’s front.

Because she wears a low-collar linen robe, a hint of roundness intrudes into Zock’s eyes.

He’s still chewing with his mouth.

But his brow raises, and his right hand gently lifts.

The fleshy right hand directly lands on the rounded high swell behind the maid.

Nervousness and panic make the maid take a step back.

In an attempt to evade Zock’s right hand.

Feeling the soft comfort in his hand disappear briefly, Zock instantly frowns.

No need for Zock to speak, a middle-aged man waiting on the side immediately shouts.

"You dare to dodge? Are you tired of living?"

"You’re a maid purchased by Master Zock, hence you’re the Master’s property!"

"Whatever the Master wants to do to you, he will do!"

Listening to the sharp words from the middle-aged man.

The maid’s heart is filled with terror, and she instantly kneels on the ground, pleading for mercy.

"Master, please forgive me, I won’t dare again..."

Seeing the maid’s eyes flash with tears due to excessive fear, Zock remains silent.

His eyes glance at the maid’s body moving back and forth due to pleading, the round whiteness almost bursting forth.

And in her kneeling posture, the high swell behind becomes more apparent.

Watching the maid’s movements, the middle-aged man standing behind Zock asks.

"Since you dare not anymore, you should know what to do, right?"

The maid’s body stiffens slightly, but she dare not hesitate.

She slowly stands up, stepping towards Zock.

Just like before, she stands beside Zock.

She even proactively lifts Zock’s right hand, placing it on the rounded high swell behind her.

Feeling the familiar softness return.

Looking at the maid’s fearful yet obedient expression.

Zock’s heart is full of indulgence.

This is the power of a Lord!

With exceedingly little expense, purchasing young and beautiful maids.

Even without needing him to speak, his steward guards would arrange what the maids should do.

These maid slaves, of course they can resist.

But.

Resistance, death!

The right hand exerts force, and the gentle comfort becomes more pronounced.

Looking at the maid’s gradually reddening face, Zock’s interest surges.

Without any politeness, he pulls the maid into his embrace.

Letting her sit on his lap, his right hand moves, starting to wander.

The three maids standing by naturally witness this scene.

They’re afraid to speak, continuing to serve Zock as he dines at the table.

A few minutes later.

After drinking the wine handed by the maid, Zock lets out a satisfied burp.

Under the gaze of the middle-aged man and several maids.

He suddenly lifts the maid who’s already overheated, her face flushed, towards the staircase not far away.

Until the figures of Zock and the maid disappear around the staircase corner.

The middle-aged man finally retracts his gaze, looking at the remaining maids, his words almost a warning.

"I’ll say it again, we are all Master Zock’s property!"

"We survive with food and warmth, thanks to the Master’s grace and charity."

"In return, all we must do is satisfy the Master’s needs!"

"Whether mentally or physically!"

"If anyone dares to resist again, perhaps causing Master Zock displeasure, not even a God could save you!"

"Did you hear?"

The maids respond nervously, bowing hurriedly.

"Maid has heard, Steward Land."

Land Philip snorts coldly, continuing.

"Good that you’ve heard.

"Quickly clean up the dining table and prepare the hot water for Master."

"Master usually likes to soak in a hot bath after invigorating his body."

The maids respond again.

No further words, they start clearing the tableware on the dining table.

Watching the maids start bustling.

Listening to the faint sound of body collision from upstairs.

Land can’t help but exhale a warm breath.

He’s grateful that Master Zock is in good spirits today.

Otherwise, the maid dodging Master Zock’s right hand.

Would be enough for Master Zock to hang the maid directly on the wooden gallows alive.

Because the dignity of the Manor Lord cannot be violated by anyone!

As Land supervises the maids cleaning the table.

Firm footsteps sound from the manor residence’s entrance.

Land turns his head to look.

Only to see a burly man wearing Chain Armor, entering the door, striding towards him.