CHAPTER 227: CHAPTER 166: DOESN’T LIKE PANCAKES

Originally, Baron Haron was quite willing to concede some benefits, as that’s the norm among nobility.

But recently, the cuts have become more painful, always like slicing flesh.

Even Baron Haron couldn’t bear the continuous losses anymore.

Olaya patiently finished reading the letter, her delicate face showing a smile,

"I think this is a good thing. We must ransom this knight back in the name of the true Hawk Clan."

Olaya comforted Haron, saying, "Don’t always think about how much others have gained; think about what we can gain."

"Since we’ve already chosen this path, we should be prepared to make such sacrifices."

"Perhaps, letting you use half of Eagle Ridge to gain back half of Eagle Ridge, would you be willing?"

Olaya asked.

Baron Haron took a deep breath, walked out of the study, stood by the window, gazing at the distant rolling hills.

"You’re right, I shouldn’t be too concerned with the immediate gains and losses."

"But you’ve also reminded me that what can move Baron Rod isn’t just gold coins and slaves."

Baron Haron hugged his wife,

"We can offer him even more."

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When Luo De returned to the town with the White Wolf, the townsfolk on the streets stopped and looked back, their eyes full of shock and curiosity.

However, after some brief discussion, everyone went back to their work.

In fact, the townspeople had gradually gotten used to the miraculous feats of the lord and were no longer surprised.

With even a Two-legged Flying Dragon, a magical beast, following the lord, another giant wolf wasn’t particularly surprising.

But this giant wolf had not a single spot of a different color, its fur entirely silvery white, which made people take a few extra glances.

The most shocked by this scene was undoubtedly Prophet Bai Shuang.

He stared at the White Wolf before him in disbelief, the wrinkles on his face trembling slightly, his eyes wide open.

"Saint Master... when did you cultivate such a perfect giant wolf?"

Prophet Bai Shuang stammered, constantly circling around the White Wolf.

Luo De said nothing more, just raised his hand slightly, signaling him to calm down.

"These things don’t concern you."

Luo De calmly looked at Prophet Bai Shuang,

"I’ve prepared everything you need; the rest is up to you to complete."

He stared at Prophet Bai Shuang, his tone becoming serious.

"Remember what you promised me."

"If you succeed, I will grant you the honors you desire, and the Wildman will remember a wise Prophet Bai Shuang under the Saint Master’s command."

"If you fail, go back and teach the script quietly, and don’t bring up prophecies again."

Prophet Bai Shuang immediately knelt on the ground, raising his hands high, his face filled with fanatical devotion.

"Great Saint Master, rest assured!"

He exclaimed excitedly, his voice trembling with emotion, "I will not disappoint your expectations! You will surely become the greatest Saint Master!"

Wolfhoof, full of excitement, couldn’t help but kneel with Prophet Bai Shuang towards Luo De.

The White Wolf also looked towards Luo De, its eyes filled with expectation.

Yet, Luo De remained unusually calm.

Prophet Bai Shuang’s appearance seemed like drawing pies in the sky.

But Luo De was not fond of pies.

Until the task was completed, Luo De would not celebrate with champagne alongside him.

"This matter is up to you; get ready to set off."

"Yes, great Saint Master!"

Prophet Bai Shuang replied joyfully.

Luo De left the White Wolf and returned to the manor himself.

Just as he reached the entrance, he saw Durant approaching.

"Something up?"

Luo De asked, watching Durant’s hurried steps.

"Not urgent, it’s a reply from Baron Haron."

Durant said with a smile, "I was also hoping to see the White Wolf you mentioned earlier."

Luo De took the letter and casually said, "Then you go ahead, Prophet Bai Shuang might depart tomorrow."

Durant shook his head slightly, looking at the letter in Luo De’s hand,

"Never mind, the business is more important."

Durant’s sense of responsibility was growing stronger, and Luo De didn’t say much more, taking the letter back to the hall of the manor.

Then he opened the letter, reading the words, couldn’t help but have a smile on his lips,

"How is it that I’m noticing, lately I’ve learned to draw pies too?"