Lord: Exiled by Stepmother, I'll Rule the World Anyway

Field pressed forward domineeringly, striking with sharp palm winds from left to right.

"I surrender! I surrender!" Ashina couldn't laugh or cry, "How could I really attack you, but please be normal and don't bully me."

"Surrender? Too weak."

Surrender means admitting defeat, and admitting defeat means handing over the defeat animation.

The power of Field's palm wind remained unabated, hitting Asuna firmly.

The stressed rabbit balls stuck to the body and were pressed into soft and glutinous meat patties.

"Uh-huh, please stop! Please." Ashina blushed and groaned, feeling numb and a little unsteady.

The sweet and greasy female fragrance kept pouring into the nasal cavity, completely destroying Field's proud sanity.

Field relied on the non-existent strength advantage to easily overwhelm the Chosen One. He grabbed her cowering and trembling feet with one hand and held her down with the other.

"Haha, the power of the God's Chosen One is nothing more than this. You just received my palm and you are so tired."

The first chosen one will be crushed by me at the same level! Field's blood boiled.

No one in this world can do it, defeating the combat-type Chosen One at the same level.

"Um... don't, my divine power will go berserk. It's difficult to hold back the rioting divine power." Asheina couldn't control it either. Her sharp nails gently dug into Field's skin, causing an itchy and stinging sensation. The countless smooth sensations caused Field's brain to shut down.

"Hmph, little she-wolf, stop looking down on humans. Let me show you the true power of humans!"

Totally crazy!

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General plot: Field and Asheina talked about the social background, historical significance, event evaluation, etc. of the enclosure movement, and the two entered into an in-depth discussion.

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"I can't stand it anymore, let's stop here, sir, I'm so sleepy." Asheena buried herself under the pillow, still holding her own white silk in her hand. Her body trembled from time to time, and her slightly changed voice was filled with emotion. Tired, "You win, I am not your opponent."

"As expected of me, the Lion of the North." Field stood up full of energy and almost fell down, but still asked coldly, "Do you still dare to play enclosure sports? Have you finished the primitive accumulation of capital? ?”

"I don't dare anymore." The girl replied inarticulately, then she fell into a deep sleep and murmured, "It's full, it's really full."

"Okay, next we have to target the King of God's Chosen Ones. But before that, let's go to Maple Leaf City for trade. No, let's eat and drink first. I'm going to faint from hunger."

Field felt that he was weaker than ever before, and in this battle, both sides suffered losses.

Because he will be away from the Night Territory for a period of time, Field needs to complete all territorial affairs, so he is extremely busy.

Three days later.

"Sir, the goods have been loaded into the truck." Asheina opened the door. She was still wearing a maid uniform, and there was nothing unusual about it. She reminded gently, "The army has also been assembled."

"Well, go to the quarry and call Rosalia." Field put down his quill and stretched.

Rosalia has been collecting carrion corpses recently, and when she has nothing to do, she goes to the quarry to cut stones.

She can also cut through hard stones with her sword.

Asheena asked doubtfully: "Is Rosalia going too? There is no one to protect the territory."

"The territory will be handed over to the remaining troops. This time I will only take five infantry and horsemen. I will be responsible for managing the slaves. I will leave the fighting on the road to you. Rosalia will not take action until there is a crisis."

"Is there any special operation?" Asuna was keenly aware of the problem.

In ordinary actions, Field will definitely keep a divine choice at home.

Field nodded: "Yes, that's why I brought the magic potion."

While the two were chatting, Rosalia came in through the window, casually throwing off her black robe. She glanced at Asheena with a sour look, and said angrily: "From today on, I will not be around anywhere except Field." If you don’t go, you won’t be persecuted by a certain wild beast, and it actually steals my lady’s foot slave.”

I think you look like you want to persecute me. Besides, you are a special cat foot slave!

Field rubbed his brows.

Rosalía bared her teeth at Athena, and Asheina made a triumphant face.

"Everyone, please stop making trouble, business is important." Field stopped the two of them from messing around, "Rosalia, I feel sorry for you to stay in the carriage."

"No, I can actually hide it easily."

After saying this, Rosalia transformed into countless blood lines and poured into the Great Sword of Gluttony. Only a line of blood penetrated Field's neck, connecting the sword to Field.

"How about it, disguise it as a divine weapon." Rosalia's proud voice echoed in her ears.

"Really." Field reached out and picked up the Gluttony Sword and swung it a few times. It was as light as nothing. "It's so light."

"Actually, I'm the one controlling it, otherwise it would be very heavy."

"Okay, let's set off." Field wrapped the Gluttony Sword and carried it behind his back.

Downstairs, Hammer and others were fully armed, carrying square shields and halberds, standing upright, waiting for Field's order.

"Sir, why don't you bring wine to sell?" Kao asked doubtfully.

"Don't bring it with you now. Taking out wine too frequently will greatly reduce the value of the wine. Let's sell it in the future." After personally inspecting the goods, Field got on the horse and said, "Let's set off, target Maple Leaf Leader."

In the maple leaf collar, the sky was dim, and more than fifty strong figures gathered together.

As the flames rose, the pine torch was lit, allowing them to see each other clearly.

"It felt so good to kill me. Did you see that scene? The spear was stabbed into the stomach of the female officer, and her urine flowed out." A man with naturally curly hair, wearing leather armor, with a breastplate hanging on his chest First.

"The Maple Leaf Territory's defense is really weak. You can easily sneak in by pretending to be a refugee." Another man with a thick beard kept wiping the blood on his long knife. "Hey, magician, kill someone." It’s two prices to find the lost goods.”

"Don't worry, Bloody Hands, I won't treat you badly." The man wearing a red robe chuckled.

"Who are you going to kill?" The bloody hand pried off his fingers with a terrifying clicking sound.

The mage took out a portrait: "Kill this baron."

"Qiang~"

The bloody hand directly drew the knife: "Are you kidding me? No wonder it's so mysterious. It turns out you're looking for death."

The eyes of the mercenaries changed immediately, and they all pointed their weapons at the mage. Their eyes were filled with undisguised murderous intent, and many of them spat thick phlegm and cursed "bad luck".

Kill the Baron, for what? Because of women, power or land? It is not important to the Blood Hand Mercenary Group. What is important is that the Baron has fully armed guards and heavy cavalry that can crush everything. If he is unlucky, he will encounter a grudge knight and kill them all like chopping melons and vegetables.