CHAPTER 350: CHAPTER 185: THE BED IS BIG AND SOFT (10,000 WORDS)

The cold night wind rustled the long robes of the followers,

despite their wearing thick woolen clothes, the unshielded horseback ride quickly stripped them of warmth.

Their bodies shook uncontrollably.

In the carriage behind them, Aiden was well protected by the door and furnishings and had two graceful maids clinging tightly to his side.

Covered by a fine, exquisite lamb wool blanket...

The man, wrapped in layers of fat, even had the leisure to play with the maids beside him.

His right arm draped over a maid’s shoulder, while his descending right hand continuously stroked and kneaded.

Aiden was in a good mood!

Due to the breach of contract by the Storm Mercenary Corps, who took money but did not complete their task, he extorted the Mercenary Guild of Kakasong City.

Of course.

Aiden knew well that the guild’s sudden respect was because he was a vassal to Marquis Ducas.

Otherwise, he couldn’t possibly pocket all the gold pounds and even receive 20% in breach compensation!

The most crucial thing was.

Aiden heard from merchants traveling between Bordeaux City and Kakasong City.

Bandits near Morgan Town were rampant, a fact known now to Marquis Ducas.

Intending to send elite cavalry for bandit suppression near Morgan Town!

For Aiden, this was extraordinarily good news!

If the bandit corps looting his villages could be wiped out.

Then he could continue recruiting from Morgan Town or other towns, hiring more Free People.

And continue cultivating his fields.

Compared to selling agricultural product profits, he only needed to provide one penny a day to hire large numbers of Free People farmers.

Merely one penny does not require providing food, lodging, or accommodations for them, allowing them to work at least ten hours.

This almost free labor was Aiden’s favorite.

Especially since this kind of labor was everywhere!

Thinking of this, Aiden’s mood became even brighter, almost ready to jump at the opportunity.

But seeing the brightened three-story mansion ahead, Aiden abandoned his intention to gallop on horseback.

A few minutes later.

The cavalry arrived at the manor’s gates.

With the help of the two maids, Aiden descended the carriage and entered the manor.

Following behind was Ackerman, watching Aiden’s persistent hand kneading rhythmically on a maid’s ample form.

Ackerman’s mouth slightly lifted, asking, "Master, shall I keep vigil for you tonight!"

His words barely finished before Aiden quickly refused, "No need, you’ve been working hard after days of traveling, rest early tonight."

Ackerman halted his steps, bowing, "Yes, master!"

Aiden’s humming voice echoed.

Witnessing Aiden ascend the stairs and disappear at the corner, only then did Ackerman retract his gaze.

He turned to the dozen followers behind, "Assign guards according to the leader’s arrangement. Despite winter, master’s safety must not be neglected!"

"As for the others, you may rest first."

Hearing Ackerman’s instructions, the followers swiftly bowed in response, "Yes, Chief Attendant Ackerman!"

Ackerman nodded, "I will inspect the perimeter myself, no need to follow."

None of the aides dared to protest.

Ackerman advanced into the manor’s first floor.

Although it was late, torches and oil lamps still cast bright light throughout the hallway.

Ackerman’s gaze continually scanned the surroundings.

Confirming no abnormalities, he ascended the stairs to the second floor, still scanning around.

The second floor of the manor housed Aiden’s family and maids.

After a thorough inspection, Ackerman carefully stepped to a double door entrance.

He slightly tilted his head, the door supposed to be shut, still had an accessible crack as he guessed.

Ackerman’s eyebrow lifted abruptly, swiftly scanning his surroundings.

Ensuring no one witnessed him, he gently opened the door to minimize friction sound.

Entering the dark room past the door, he slowly closed and locked it...

Turning his body, Ackerman’s gaze searched swiftly.

Within seconds, his eyes landed upon a figure curled under the wool blanket on the large bed.

The blanket’s thickness notably accentuated the figure’s plumpness below.

Ackerman unconsciously swallowed, stepping towards.

Disrobing, Ackerman slid under the coarse woolen covers.

As Ackerman’s right hand moved, a warmth filled his grasp.

Lying behind the plump woman, Ackerman whispered softly, "Madam, we have the whole night this time..."

As he spoke, Ackerman’s right hand began to roam.

A seductive and predictable woman’s voice trembled slightly.

"Mm... alright..."

Compared to the cold and desolate outside the mansion.

The interior, whether on the second or third floor, was filled with warmth and debauchery.

...

Three days passed by swiftly.

Under Kuisi’s scouting, after consuming a nutritious breakfast, Lynn stepped out of the castle.