MTL - Farming, Learning Martial Arts, and Peace In the World (Farming And Learning Martial Arts To Bring Peace) - Chapter 251 feast

I turned my assassin into my maid with the power of money! Money is all-powerful!

It was a world full of swords and magic; Lawrend was the son of the wealthiest merchant in town. Since the age of 7, he had been having dreams. A dream about a past life in a modern civilization where monsters are nonexistent, and humans dominate the world. Lawrend saw Iron birds, Magical bricks that display moving paintings, Thunder wielding, and many more.

There was a scene in one of the dreams that made Lawrend’s heart beat fast. A row of a dozen maids bowing in front of him. Each dressed in a french maid outfit.

Something awakened inside Lawrend when he had that dream. A fervent desire to have his very own Maid Harem!

Jiang Siyu and Bo Shiyan entered into a marriage agreement to divorce after 99 times.On the last occasion, Jiang Siyu wanted to have a child with the man, but he remembered the count and directly presented the divorce agreement.Jiang Siyu was stunned. Looking back at the three years of marriage, she had been obedient to him, yet she couldn't melt his icy heart.Fine, they had their fun, so divorce it is.After all, men don't age well, so it's not a bad deal for the white moonlight!Jiang Siyu chose to leave with nothing and disappeared.Five years later, she returned dominantly with her child, with all her secrets exposed.The man cornered her on the bed, “The Bo family has had only sons for ten generations, thanks for gifting me with twins...”Jiang Siyu didn't quite understand what Mr. Bo meant by this.

After 50 years of being in the position of Hwacheon Clan Leader, Kang-hyuk, widely renowned as 'The Dragon' retires.

We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’.They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror.And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me.[Ding... Activation of the world tree system]