Lord Evolution: Starting With SS-rank Skills

"That Rowan guy is a big fool, if I were one of his villagers, I would kill him and take his place as the new Lord," one of the soldiers laughed heartily with his hands on his stomach.

"He learned nothing from Dragun. While I hate Dragun, I can't deny that he is a really strong leader who would not take such disrespect. If it was him today, I am sure most of us would have returned to the Lord with injuries or might not even return at all," another added.

"Too bad that bastard didn't get to pass his nature and strength to his son before running away like a prick to get lost in God knows where. Who knows, maybe a hobgoblin found him and killed him. We are lucky there is no hobgoblin in our village; if not, even us fifty would not be able to stop it."

The soldiers discussed their way throughout the journey. Waga joined in a few of their discussions to buy some time and not be bored.

Soon, they arrived at a large mass of land, guarded by a tall and strong-looking wooden fence.

The guards mounting the fences saw them and opened the gate for them, letting them into the large territory of Glenwood.

The houses here were of better quality, most crafted with brick and others with mud, but these mudhouses looked very solid and their roofs were made firmly with bamboo.

The villagers were dressed in clear fabrics made out of sheep cotton. They were vibrant, healthy, and most of them even had the guts to be very fat. If Winterseed people were here, they would definitely be envious of them.

As Waga and the soldiers rode past, the villagers, seeing the new supply of food, couldn't help but smile and wave at the gallant soldiers.

Very soon, they arrived at the vicinity of Glenwood Lord. His house was very big and beautiful, showcasing his status. While it doesn't look like the castle of a king, compared to Rowan's ugly mudhouse, it could be considered one.

Inside, a very fat middle-aged man could be seen sitting on a long chair with two Winterseed women sitting beside him patting his fatty chest, which made the fatso smile in pleasure.

"Waga, you have returned. Tell me everything I need to know. Were you able to get me another fine woman like I requested?" the fatso asked with a smile on his greasy, ugly fat face.

The women patting his chest had sad expressions on their faces. It was evident that they were not comfortable listening or doing the bidding of this fatso.

"Lord Fagin, sadly I wasn't able to get you a new woman, but there is good news. The portion this time is two big baskets more than the last one, and I also have other news for you, my lord: the young lord of Winterseed has recovered."

Waga's news caused the whole room to be silent for a short second as everyone digested the news.

The women stopped patting the fatso's chest as the revelation sank in. The revelation that their lord has recovered from his incurable disease was big news, one that gave them new hope of freedom.

But the fatso received the news differently. His control over Winterseed is now threatened with its lord awakening.

"Tell me more about him. Did he try to fight you guys? Did he try to provoke a way? Did he ask for his village back? Tell me everything at once," he requested, his greasy chest heaving up and down as he seemed to be unsettled.

But Waga replied with a smile and gave him the shocking news.

"What? He did not fight back? He even invited me over to his village for a feast to thank me?" The fatso was confused. What sort of Lord would be happy to have his territory controlled by another?

Could that guy be a cuckold, but in territory?

"Yes, we were shocked as well. At first, we thought he would ask us to go back, but he welcomed us, and when his men tried to pick a fight, he stopped them and apologized," Waga replied. He continued speaking, telling how all the villagers didn't respond to them stealing their harvest.

As he kept speaking, the women patting Lord Fagin's chest began to lose their hope slowly.

They could not believe that their lord would accept such a thing. This means they would be slaves to this fat old bastard forever. It was a nightmare.

As for Lord Fagin, he felt even more pleasured. His pleasure was akin to a villain who has just stolen the protagonist's lover. His fat, ugly face couldn't stop smiling as his thoughts ran wild with pleasure, giving him lots of mind-gasm.

"Okay then, this is what you should do..."

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[ Two of your followers cuss you with all their being ]

[ Two of your villagers wish that you get r*ped and eaten by a horny goblin ]

[ Two of your followers wish for you to get swallowed by a spring of fire ]

[ Two of your followers wish your manhood never rises again ]

[ Two angry followers wish you sleep and forget to wake up ]

"AYOO! Who the fuck is wishing me all these? Why are you targeting my damn manhood, for heaven's sake?!" Rowan roared.