Final Lord

Chapter 62: Goods from Gru Territory (Thanks to the Leader)
"How can this be considered cruel? That's just not the point." The blind cat shook his head and said, "When we cavemen are short of food, we bury even our young. There's nothing we can do about it. If the adults starve to death, the young won't survive either."

After hearing this, Wei Yi frowned and sighed sympathetically.

Wang Bufu said calmly, "This is how the Shen Gu world works. It's huge, so huge that even legendary species can survive. It's also small, so small that ordinary species have nowhere to survive. The strong occupy most of the resources, leaving the weak to languish."

Wang Bufu looked at Weiyi and laughed, "We are also weak now, but it doesn't matter. We are the kings of rolling. Other weaklings will definitely not be able to roll us."

"Then when I become strong, we can live a good life!"

“No.” Wang Bufu shook his head. He patted Weiyi’s head and said, “Only when we become strong can the weak live a good life.

Wei Yi was stunned for a moment, she looked into Wang Bufu's eyes. In Wang Bufu's eyes, she seemed to see the raging fire all over the mountains and the lava buried in the veins of the earth that could not erupt.

She didn't know what Wang Bufu meant, but she vaguely felt that Wang Bufu's words seemed particularly heavy.

She silently took Wang Bufu's hand and placed it on her sword.

"Brother, let me help you!"

"Ok!"

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Moonlight tangled around Lincoln's bony fingers like moldy spider silk. He huddled in the shadow of the Castellan's chair, counting the clacking of three crow skulls against his collarbone. This was the ninth evening since the black-robed man had gone missing, and a humus-like anxiety fermented in his stomach.

"We agreed to bring back Kate's head in a week, and now it's already been two days past the deadline, and there's still no news from this bastard."

Lincoln anxiously took out a piece of smelly rotten meat and shook it twice.

"Quack!"

A crow landed on Lincoln's shoulder, swallowed the rotten meat in two mouthfuls, and turned to stare at Lincoln.

"Go!" Lincoln tore off the star-shaped embroidery thread from his sleeve and wrapped it around the tip of the crow leader's beak. "Find that bastard in the black robe!"

The crow's scarlet eyes reflected Lincoln's distorted face. It flapped its wings and flew away, not daring to stay around Lincoln for fear of Lincoln's anger.

As the crow took off, more crows around Gru Territory followed it away.

Seven groups of crows returned before dawn, their beaks empty. They had not found Wang Bufu, nor the man in black robes, nor had they brought back any clues.

Lincoln's five fingers, like withered claws, suddenly clenched together, and the dark green flame condensed into a long thorn whip with barbs in his palm.

"Waste!" The whip tore through the air and hit the crow leader's back. Burnt feathers mixed with rotten meat fragments splashed onto the stained glass windows, staining them a dirty dark green.

The Crow Leader knelt on the ground, his humanoid body curled up into a twisted ball of flesh in excruciating pain. Its skin, pierced by flames, oozed tar-like slime, and it begged hoarsely:
"Master, we have searched everywhere in Gru Territory. There is really no trace of them.

If you allow us to expand our search, we can look outside of Gru Territory."

"Three days!" Lincoln's bloodshot eyes almost popped out of their sockets. The tip of his whip wrapped around the crow's neck like a poisonous snake, branding smoking magic runes on the charred flesh.

"I only give you three days. Either bring back news of them, or watch the contract rune spontaneously combust from your heart! I still have many crows. If you don't want to work hard for me, I can easily find a new leader! Get out!"

"Yes! Master!"

The crow leader transformed into a crow, crashing through the window and fleeing in a panic. Lincoln gasped, his unease growing even worse. He walked over to the table, frowning and muttering to himself, "No, I can't delay any longer. Since he hasn't returned, I'll skip him and contact Viscount Silver Shackles directly. The goods are ready, so this is an opportunity..."

Lincoln thought for a long time and came to the underground warehouse in the dark of Gru Territory alone.

The mildew on the door of the warehouse squirmed in the moonlight like countless spiders full of venom.

Lincoln's skinny shadow dragged across the ground and pushed open the door of the underground warehouse.

In the warehouse, wicker cages were neatly arranged, and each cage contained a sleeping Gru citizen.

Lincoln stopped in front of a child's cage, the faint light from his robe falling on the girl's eyelashes. The seven-year-old's lips were already purple, and the vines wrapped around her neck were tightly wrapped around her neck.

The little girl's eyelashes trembled, as if because of Lincoln's arrival, and she wanted to wake up. But as soon as she moved, the vine cage began to shrink rapidly, and she continued to fall into a painful sleep.

Lincoln walked to another wicker cage, inside of which lay a pregnant woman with a bulging belly.

He tapped the pregnant woman's swollen belly with a bone knife, and the vine cage immediately secreted amber-colored mucus, wrapping around her belly. In the moonlight, the mucus formed vein-like patterns, faintly revealing the unformed fetus within the woman's belly.

The pregnant woman was also disturbed by Lincoln and struggled to wake up.

"Shh, it's not time to wake up yet." Lincoln pressed his index finger on the pregnant woman's brow. The black magic power that emerged from his fingertips penetrated into the pregnant woman's head, gnawing away the fire of resistance.

Lincoln looked up at the warehouse full of goods, the magic glow illuminating his gaunt face. He didn't even realize it, but at some point, the corners of his mouth had curled up.

"This is already twice the amount requested by the black-robed man. If I give this to the Viscount, he will surely be very satisfied. If the Viscount can accept me as he accepted the old lord, even if Kate is still alive, he will not be able to fight me."

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The harpies who went on the expedition were fully confident that the king was so powerful that they would surely live a happy life in his territory.

But when they arrived at Wang Bufu's territory, they found that there were no warm houses, no cliffs to build nests on, and not even easy-to-catch rock hamsters. The only river was poisonous!
For a moment, the harpies cried out that they had been deceived, and their mentality changed a little.

But after they ate the rabbit meat and mushroom soup made by Butler Ming, they felt that the future was bright again.

"Come on, come on, don't be in a hurry, line up and everyone will get a share." Butler Ming smiled and distributed bowls of mushroom and rabbit soup to the harpies.

A group of harpies squatted on the ground, praising Butler Ming's craftsmanship with happy smiles on their faces.

"Ahhh! This soup is ten times more delicious than the fish in the river! My feathers are standing on end!"

"Gu! My tongue feels numb! It feels better than ripping a rock lizard's neck! Come again! Come again!"

"It smells so good that my paws are barely shaking! Even ripping a blue sheep's throat out back then wasn't as exciting as this!"

"Soup! Meat! Mushrooms! Stuff them all in your mouth! Burp—it feels so much better than eating a live rabbit and getting your mouth full of hair."

"It feels better than tickling a male beast's back during mating! But it's so hot that it makes me stick out my tongue! Ha-ha-"

"Master, we don't have any hope. Does this old male beast have a female bird at home? He made the food so delicious. I would be happy even if he laid ten eggs for me."

Wei Yi held the rabbit soup in her hand, took a sip calmly, and asked Wang Bufu in confusion, "Brother, is this soup really that delicious? I think it's just ordinary."

(End of this chapter)