System: Build My Own Territory

Chapter 822: Chapter 263: Patricide for Power (10K)_3

After possessing a large storage of grain.

Then consider further military expansion.

Only when the warehouse has enough grain.

Dare he recruit soldiers on a large scale to enhance the military power of the territory.

Otherwise.

When the grain runs out, it will be the day the soldiers and townsmen riot on the territory.

Temporarily suppressing the thoughts in his heart.

Lynn got up from the bench and returned to the castle.

He passed through the town, walked along the red brick road, and returned to the castle.

Kuisi had already prepared today’s dinner and was waiting.

...

Night fell.

Enveloping the entire world.

Praying Wind City.

In Duke Cangyu’s Castle.

Wearing a thin silk embroidered robe, Coleman walked.

Slowly stepping down from the third floor.

Compared to the previous vigor.

At this moment, he was like a wilted eggplant.

His right hand gripping the stair railing, each step becoming cautious.

Afraid that a careless misstep might cause him to roll down the stairs.

Mica, who was walking from the bottom of the stairs, saw Coleman’s movements and hurriedly approached.

With words full of respect: "Father, let me help you!"

Looking at Mica’s outstretched arm.

Coleman raised his eyebrow, intending to reach out for support.

Something flashed through his mind, and he reproached impatiently.

"Presumptuous!"

"When has this Duke ever needed help to descend stairs?"

Hearing Coleman’s rebuke, Mica was filled with terror.

He quickly replied: "Father, you misunderstood."

"Mica only wishes to do small tasks within his capability for father."

Seeing Mica bent, head down, trembling.

Coleman snorted coldly.

"Small tasks within your capability?"

"Is that really the case?"

The terror on Mica’s face intensified.

His legs gave way, and he knelt before Coleman, speaking earnestly.

"Father, Mica admits his background is poor, and only with father’s approval could he enter the Duke’s Castle."

"To live a life without worry in the Duke’s Castle is already a great blessing."

"Naturally, I dare not hope for more!"

Listening to Mica’s words, Coleman coldly said: "It’s good you understand."

"Were it not for the Duke’s blood running through you, you’d be the child of a harlot."

"Even if you survived, you’d be sold as a peasants’ wretch."

Mica’s head bowed lower, almost touching the ground.

Coleman ignored Mica, stepping forward down the stairs.

Unnoticed by Coleman.

Mica’s fists clenched tightly, turning white and pale.

Nails dug deeply into his palms.

Streams of blood slowly flowed from the wounds...

Descending the stairs, Coleman reached the first floor of the castle.

Turning past several corridor corners, he arrived at a suite with closed double wooden doors.

Coleman adjusted his silk robe, raised his right hand, and knocked on the doors.

Knock knock~

The clear sound echoed through the corridor.

Coleman coughed lightly, clearing his throat, and spoke.

"Dr. Nadia, this is Coleman, time for my treatment."

After a few seconds of silence.

Dr. Nadia’s response came from behind the door.

"Duke Coleman, please come in, the door is unlocked."

With Nadia’s reply, Coleman’s eyes lit up and he answered.

"Alright, I’ll come in now."

He reached out with both hands, slowly pushing the door open.

Familiar with the way inside, he entered the suite, locking the doors behind him.

Having done all this.

Coleman glanced around the suite.

Just like during previous visits.

The suite was dim.

Only a few lamps flickered faintly on the walls.

On the heavy walnut table was an exquisite incense burner.

Thin wisps of smoke floated out gently from the incense burner.

After just a few sniffs, Coleman felt an inexplicable comfort and relaxation.

He had once asked Nadia about it.

Nadia had told him it was a flower processed into an aroma that aids sleep.

But that wasn’t the key.

The key was during the last treatment.

This heavy, spacious walnut table was the battlefield for Coleman and Nadia’s passionate encounter.

That memory remained vivid.

As Coleman scanned the room, not seeing the figure he longed for.

He couldn’t help but ask: "Dr. Nadia?"

After a moment, Nadia’s gentle voice sounded from the depths of the suite.

"Duke Coleman, I’m in the room, please come in."

"Today’s treatment is mainly on the bed!"

Upon hearing, Coleman’s eyebrows raised instantly.

His mind conjured strange images.

Coleman responded: "Alright, coming now."

He stepped toward Nadia’s room.

After a few steps, Coleman reached the doorway of the room.

Filled with anticipation, he gently pushed the door open.

The next moment.

A slender and graceful figure burst into Coleman’s eyes.

The candlelight draped her skin like silk.

Her skin was dazzlingly white, pure as fresh snow.

Her arms rounded, no excess fat, lines fluidly extended to her slender wrists.