Farming with Entries: From Lord to Emperor-Chapter 473 - 253: Do You Even Dare to Hit Me?

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What Luo De was talking about was the Ember Breathing Method of the Red Griffin Family.

Although Luo De’s current goal is to lie flat after planting the seeds of nature on all his subordinates, the breathing method is still necessary.

Even if Luo De doesn’t practice it himself, he can let others cultivate it.

Upon hearing Luo De’s explanation, Durant’s face lit up with joy and he asked, "Should my patrol meet them at the edge of the territory?"

"Yes, but keep it low-key."

Luo De instructed.

"Understood."

Durant nodded in response, saluted, and retreated.

Luo De turned his head towards Avril and handed her the secret message.

"The information here is about your father, read it yourself."

Avril took the letter somewhat bewilderedly and began to read it carefully.

"Father helped us..."

After reading the letter, Avril seemed stunned and couldn’t speak for a long time.

After a while, Avril sighed,

"He previously had Susanna exile me here; I thought he had completely given up on me."

"The letter says your father is doing well, it seems he was just lying low before."

Luo De thought for a moment and advised, "Maybe he thought the Northern Wasteland is safer than being around your stepmother."

Luo De wasn’t spouting nonsense.

If it weren’t for the Lizardmen, the Northern Wilderness might indeed be safer than Red Griffin Castle.

"The letter also mentions your father has many things he wants to tell you, and wishes to write to you, but hasn’t found the time."

Luo De smiled and caressed Avril’s hair, "But don’t worry, I’ll have them bring the Count’s letters to you."

"Thank you, dear."

Avril looked up at Luo De, her bright eyes filled with tenderness.

"There’s no need to thank between us, just as I wouldn’t be formal with you."

Saying this, Luo De showed a meaningful smile, then drew a small knife from the fruit tray and placed it in front of Avril,

"After the Ember Breathing Method arrives, I might need to take a bit of your blood... you’re not afraid of pain, are you?"

"Uh-huh, it’s okay, I’m not afraid!"

Avril nodded vigorously.

"Don’t agree too soon, it might require a lot of blood."

Luo De turned his head towards Vivian, "If you’re afraid of pain, then Vivian’s should suffice, right?"

"Hmm?"

The drowsy Vivian suddenly opened her eyes wide, "My dear Baron, you don’t need that much blood for making Magic Potions, do you?"

"I won’t need much for myself, but I want others who are suitable to give it a try as well, like Wolfhoof, Tucson..."

Luo De was in the middle of speaking when his voice suddenly stopped, and he slowly leaned back into his chair, lost in thought.

Not knowing what was wrong with Luo De, Avril and Vivian exchanged glances. Vivian spoke up,

"I was joking, my dear Baron, you can have it whenever you need."

"No, it’s not about that."

Luo De shook his head slightly, looked at the two, and said, "Tell me, if Alse can cultivate through prayers, what about those wild people like Wolfhoof who worship me as their Saint Master?"

... 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

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The next morning.

After breakfast.

The summoned Wolfhoof hurriedly walked into the lord’s hall.

"Good morning, Saint Master."

Wolfhoof knelt on one knee in salute.

Luo De waved his hand, signaling Wolfhoof to stand up,

"Wolfhoof."

Luo De calmly stared at Wolfhoof,

"Are you loyal to me?"

"Of course!"

Wolfhoof quickly raised his head, his attitude firm,

"You are the Saint Master of all our tribes!"

"You have given us hope and dignity, and a home!"

"Without you, we’d still be struggling to survive in the wilderness!"

Wolfhoof suddenly fell to the ground, his knees striking the floor heavily,

"You have granted us a holy land of tranquillity, a savior to us all, I’m willing to give everything for you!"

Luo De looked at the kneeling Wolfhoof and asked in a calm tone,

"Then are you willing to have faith in me?"

"Willing!"

Wolfhoof answered loudly without hesitation, "If you need, I can even offer you my soul!"

"Very good,"

Luo De nodded with satisfaction,

"I want you to pray to me."

"Pray..."

Wolfhoof raised his head, a confused gleam in his eyes,

"I can pray, but I don’t know how."

Wolfhoof looked somewhat embarrassed, "Only prophets like Bai Shuang can lead prayer rituals, I can’t."

"Not leading a prayer ritual, it’s you praying to me."

Luo De was ready, gesturing for Vivian to place a paper before Wolfhoof,

"Just like those devout worshipers pray to their deities, praise my greatness, and request my blessings."

Wolfhoof nodded, somewhat understanding.

Although wild people do not worship deities, they do sometimes seek ancestral protection.

Looking at the words on the paper, Wolfhoof thought it seemed similar.

"Alright, Saint Master, should I start now?"

"Yes."

Luo De nodded.

Vivian stepped forward, following Alse’s posture from the previous day,

"First, maintain a kneeling position."

"Raise your hands to the sky."

"Now recite after me."

Vivian’s voice assumed a solemn tone,

"Great Lord of Black Pine Ridge, Luo De, the Tulip Saint Master."

"You are the source of strength, the embodiment of wisdom."

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Avril had adapted an ancient divine prayer for Luo De, making the entire prayer process sacred and solemn.

The prayer itself held no power, but a more genuine description could convince the supplicant, inducing self-hypnosis.

As Wolfhoof began to recite the prayer, he followed Vivian’s pace.

After three repetitions, Wolfhoof gradually began reciting on his own, becoming immersed in the prayer.

Vivian fell silent, and Luo De focused on Wolfhoof, with only Wolfhoof’s voice remaining in the room.

With the continuous repetition, Wolfhoof gradually closed his eyes.

Ignoring the murmuring, one would notice Wolfhoof’s breathing becoming deep and rhythmic, his chest rising and falling in tempo.