Chapter 955: Chapter 285: Waging War (10,000 Words) (Part 4)

As a lord, he shouldn’t have to do any labor; he should be living a life of luxury.

But Lynn’s right palm was full of hard calluses.

Janet felt.

Their thickness was no less than that of farmers who had worked for decades.

Or like soldiers and mercenaries wielding weapons and licking blood.

However.

She understood in her heart why this was so.

It was precisely because the Lynn before her was unafraid of hardship and labor, persisting with the townsmen.

That this territory, once a mere wasteland of weeds, had developed to such a scale.

If not witnessed personally.

If only heard through rumors, no one would believe it!

In an instant, Janet’s movements massaging Lynn’s arm became a bit more intimate.

The look in her eyes toward Lynn began to change from past resentment and hatred.

Once a manor lord of Frank Manor, indeed.

She was well aware of the principle of the victor becoming the ruler.

Facing such a powerful lord.

Facing such a handsome man.

Every woman would admire and look up to strength.

She was no exception!

Looking at Lynn still gazing at her with his deep eyes.

Even though her heart was still nervous and shy.

She needed no order or action from Lynn.

She propped herself up at the bottom of the bathtub, using both feet, slowly crawling toward Lynn before her.

Under Lynn’s gaze, she gently sat on his lap.

Janet wrapped her arms around Lynn’s neck.

Even though due to her sitting posture, the whiteness in front of her completely emerged from the cover of the hot water, surfacing upon the water.

Janet didn’t mind at all.

Leaning forward slightly, that white part pressed against Lynn’s chest.

Her face, full of blush, quickly approached Lynn.

The next second.

Janet’s rosy lips pressed against Lynn’s lips.

As soon as they touched, a strange feeling emerged.

Janet’s body couldn’t help but tremble, her whole body hair standing up instantly.

But she didn’t move away at all, immersed in the atmosphere of the moment.

Feeling Janet’s passion, Lynn naturally had no reservations.

He opened his hands, wrapping them around Janet’s delicate waist, starting to explore.

Feeling the change in Lynn’s body.

Janet slightly moved her head, shifting her face away from Lynn’s.

She looked directly at Lynn, her body slowly moving, searching.

Not more than two seconds.

Janet’s rosy mouth opened wide, eyes wide open.

Her whole back formed a perfect curve like a bent longbow.

If not for Lynn’s support with both hands, Janet would have fallen into the bathtub.

...

On the other side under the night sky.

A silver-white glow spread over a city surrounded by towering walls.

Houses built of stone and brick had fallen silent.

Only a few affluent homes still had oil lamps burning, telling stories.

The bluestone-paved streets were empty.

The only sight was teams of ten patrolling soldiers, carrying torches, occasionally passing by.

Compared to the quiet and emptiness of the city.

The dock near the Seine River.

Even late at night, remained unusually lively.

Strong-bodied workers, bare-chested, with coarse cloth towels around their necks, shouldered sacks of linen, striding down from longboats.

The weight each porter carried was nearly at their limit.

Even with coarse cloth towels to wipe the sweat, their bodies were still drenched like rain.

All for the sake of earning more pence, to buy and replace more food for their hungry families.

At the dock, merchants were busy checking the quality and quantity of goods, bargaining furiously with the ship owners...

This was Kakasong City, nearly two hundred miles from Morgan Town.

On the third floor of the Viscount’s Castle.

In a lavishly decorated, spacious meeting room.

Several oil lamps were burning continuously.

Strands of black-gray smoke rose, coloring the already dark walls even darker.

But the yellow-orange glow illuminated the entire room. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Carved on the ribbed vaulting beams were exquisite stone patterns.

Hanging on the wall opposite the entrance was a wool tapestry embroidered with large-scale marching scenes.

Below the tapestry, on a walnut-carved table, were three candle holders.

The candlelight illuminated the faces of those gathered around the square table.

The middle-aged man sitting at the main seat turned his gaze onto the short-bearded man sitting before him to the right.

A deep, authoritative voice came from his mouth.

"So... the spy you dispatched only found out that Morgan Town is garrisoned by a squad of armored soldiers?"

"You don’t know the number of armored soldiers, how they’re distributed, or who the lord behind them is... is that correct, Zock Connally Manor Lord?"

Feeling the gaze of the middle-aged man on the main seat and listening to the nearly interrogative words.

Zock Connally’s flesh quivered.

He quickly stood from his chair, turned his body, and spoke to the middle-aged man full of apology.