I was a lord farming, how did I become an emperor?

Chapter 56 Undead Curse
"It looks like the pigeon breeder's yard."

Lawrence, who was standing nearby, reminded him.

"Go over and have a look."

Rod carried Millie up to them and saw a boy being pushed and falling to the ground.

The boy looked to be about the same age as Rod, but he was pale, and his skin was an unhealthy grayish-white, bloodless, as if he had been drained dry by a vampire.

No wonder it's called the curse of the dead.

The woman who had just been cursing the boy immediately changed her sharp expression to a smile when she saw Rhodes.

"Welcome, esteemed sir. Are you here to buy homing pigeons?"

Despite having spent more than three months in the northern wastelands, Rhodes still had fair skin and a handsome face. With more than a dozen attendants and guards following him, he was clearly of noble status.

Rod didn't answer, but instead asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"Don't even mention it. My man was blind a few years ago and took in this cursed good-for-nothing."

The woman, hands on her hips, cursed, "Pah, what bad luck! I only learned it a couple of days ago and I'm already like this, unable to do anything but still refusing to leave!"

Rod was annoyed by the woman's shrill noise, frowned, and waved to Lawrence, "You go inside with her to buy carrier pigeons."

"No problem, sir."

Lawrence noticed Rhodes's mood and quickly ran up to stop the woman, leading her into the yard to buy carrier pigeons.

Rod put Millie down and squatted down next to the boy.

"Are you an apprentice here? What's your name?" Rod asked.

“My name is Sean Wood Basin. I used to be an apprentice here, but not anymore.”

Sean, panting heavily and looking pained, said, "I... I can't work anymore, I'm always sick."

Sean looked dejected, tears streaming down his face. "I don't know what happened. I wasn't like this before."

Sean felt like fate was playing tricks on him.

I started learning to train pigeons when I was nine years old. Every day I would get up early to feed the pigeons, clean the pigeon loft, and try my best to get to know the pigeons' habits.

Then I spent five years learning various things, such as training pigeons and managing the pigeon loft.

But just as he was about to graduate, his health, which had always been good, deteriorated, as if he were truly cursed.

Every day, he is pale, his lips are white, he is listless, weak all over, and often dizzy, unable to do anything.

They even faint while cleaning the pigeon loft, becoming completely useless!
why!
I didn't do anything!
Sean covered his face and wept, releasing all the pent-up frustration of the past few days.

"calm down."

Rod interrupted his sobbing sharply, asking, "Do your parents have the same symptoms as you?"

“How did you know? My mother is the same as me; she has passed away.”

Sean looked up at Rhodes in surprise and said painfully, "So they say I'm cursed by my mother's ghost, waah—"

"do not Cry!"

Rod forcefully interrupted Sean's sobbing and asked, "What can you do? Can you manage carrier pigeons?"

"Yes, I've learned them all!"

Sean was very excited. "I've already learned how to manage, raise, train, and breed them!"

This is the biggest reason for Sean's suffering.

After learning everything, I discovered that my body was in extremely poor condition.

"That's good."

Rhodes stood up, his back to the sun, and said, "Come with me, and perhaps I can help you."

"Is what you said true?"

Sean looked up at Rod with a sob in his voice.

Bathed in sunlight, Rhodes seemed to glow as he smiled and extended his hand to Sean.

"real."

……

……

The task of purchasing homing pigeons was entrusted to Lawrence.

Rod took Sean back to the hotel and booked a room.

"My lord, how...how can you help me..."

Inside the room, Sean looked at Rhodes with a helpless expression.

At that moment, he realized he shouldn't have trusted the nobleman in front of him so easily.

Because it was rumored that some nobles had different hobbies than ordinary people.

"Put away those stupid and dirty thoughts from your mind."

Rod glared at Sean coldly, then placed a plate of chicken in front of him.

Would you like to become my subject?

“I do.” Sean nodded in response.

On the way to the hotel, Sean already knew Rhodes' identity.

For him, it doesn't matter where he goes, as long as his body can recover to normal, he can live anywhere.

"Alright, now eat all the meat in front of you."

Rhodes commanded, "This contains a special potion; not a drop is to be left."

"Yes, yes, sir."

Following instructions, Sean grabbed a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth.

The pigeon breeder's family was very wealthy, and their daily diet was excellent. Sean could see his teacher eating meat every day.

Sean was envious, so he really wanted to become a pigeon breeder and eat meat every day.

Unfortunately, his dream was shattered due to health issues.

Now Rod placed a plate of glistening chicken in front of him, and he naturally began to eat it without any hesitation.

Rod watched quietly from the side, waiting for Sean to finish eating.

If I'm not mistaken, this Sean has a congenital, hereditary anemia.

Congenital defects are often present at birth, and early symptoms may not be obvious. However, as metabolism slows down with age, coupled with malnutrition in the diet, the symptoms become more and more serious.

This condition is incurable, but Rhodes's attribute "Flesh Reaper" can improve physical condition, which will significantly alleviate Sean's symptoms.

If Rod improves Sean's quality of life and provides targeted blood replenishment, he can make his life as normal as possible.

Rhodes did these things not out of kindness, but because the carrier pigeons needed to be managed by a dedicated person after they were bought.

The essence of homing pigeons is to return home, and this requires providing them with a suitable and reliable loft so that they will be willing to fly back.

Homing pigeons need care in their daily lives, and their health also needs to be maintained.

These tasks are best left to a pigeon breeder.

Rhodes was eager to cure Sean.

Of course, Rhodes couldn't be completely sure about Sean's condition, so he kept a close eye on him.

It wasn't until he had stuffed all the chicken into his stomach that Rod saw his lips regain some color.

Sean naturally felt the changes in his body and was shocked.

"I'm...I'm all better?!"

Sean never expected that a plate of chicken could cure the curse that had plagued him for three years!
thump--

Sean knelt directly in front of Rhodes, tears streaming down his face, "Thank you for saving my life! Thank you for lifting my undead curse!"

"..."

Rhodes never expected that even Sean himself thought it was a curse.

However, Rhodes understood that his limited medical knowledge prevented him from explaining his symptoms, leaving him only to attribute them to mysterious spirits.

Therefore, Rod did not correct Sean's statement.

"Your curse is not that simple; it requires constant treatment."

Rod patiently explained to Sean, "From now on, you will need to eat half a pound of meat every day."

"But, but I can't afford that much meat!" Sean put on his mask of pain again.

"Just do your job well for me and raise the homing pigeons, and I'll take care of the rest."

Rod said slowly, "If you do well, I will prepare additional herbs to help you recover even better."

Sean was extremely excited and knelt down before Rhodes again.
"I will definitely take good care of the pigeons for you!"

"Okay, I believe you!"

Rod was also in a great mood.

I spent the price of half a pound of meat and picked up a pigeon breeder.

Although I'm not a seasoned pigeon breeder, I can at least save two gold coins.

Unlike the little witch Millie whom he bought with money, Rhodes didn't even know what abilities she had.

The pigeon handlers can immediately reap the benefits of bringing the pigeons back to their territory, and news of the patrols can quickly reach Rhodes' hands.

Rhodes became happier and happier as he thought about it; his luck had suddenly turned around.

After saying that, Sean suddenly sat down on the ground and started crying again.

Rhodes, whose good mood had been interrupted, was a little speechless and asked in confusion, "I've already solved everything for you, so why are you still crying?"

“I… I remembered my mother,”

Sean sobbed violently, "If I had met you sooner, she might not have died so young!"

Rod fell silent, listening quietly to Sean's sobs.

After he calmed down, Rod handed him a burlap towel from the table. "Wipe your tears."

"If you'd like, you can bring your family to Frostleaf Town as well."

(End of this chapter)