System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 984 - 290: March With Me (10,000 Words) (Part 3)
Previously on System: Build My Own Territory...
A distinct trace of worry was etched upon his face.
For once conflict arises, the cost in lives is unavoidable!
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Alba Town was enveloped by the night.
Upon the ramparts, oil lamps blazed, casting a glow upon the Connelly Manor.
As the flames consumed the oil, tendrils of dark smoke ascended, further soiling the already smoke-stained walls.
A subtle aroma of burnt feathers permeated the entirety of the first-floor hall.
At the head of the imposing, meters-long dining table, Manor Lord Zock Connally was seated firmly.
His cheeks were distended, his jaws working to masticate substantial portions of roast beef.
It seemed the sheer volume of beef in his mouth was the cause.
Causing crimson juices to dribble from Zock's mouth with every chew.
A maid standing nearby observed this.
She quickly retrieved the silk handkerchief she held and delicately wiped the corners of his mouth.
While she wiped, Zock’s gaze inadvertently drifted to the young maid’s chest.
Her low-cut linen robe offered a glimpse of her rounded curves, catching Zock’s attention.
He continued to chew, his mouth full.
Yet, his brow lifted, and his right hand moved with a gentle gesture.
His fleshy hand made contact with the plump swell of her bosom.
Stirred by a mixture of nervousness and panic, the maid recoiled slightly.
Attempting to withdraw from Zock’s grasp.
Feeling the soft, yielding softness beneath his palm vanish, Zock’s expression immediately soured.
Without a word from Zock, a middle-aged man attending nearby swiftly bellowed.
"You dare to pull away? Do you wish for death?"
"As a maid purchased by Master Zock, you are his property!"
"Whatever the Master desires from you, he is entitled to!"
Hearing the harsh reprimand from the middle-aged man, the maid’s heart was seized with dread, and she immediately dropped to her knees, begging for clemency.
"Master, please forgive me, I promise not to do it again..."
Zock remained silent as he watched tears well in the maid’s eyes from sheer terror.
His gaze followed the movement of her body as she pleaded, her ample curves threatening to spill from her robe.
Her kneeling posture accentuated the prominent swell of her chest.
As he observed the maid's reactions, the middle-aged man standing behind Zock inquired.
"Since you will not dare again, you understand what must be done, correct?"
The maid's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, yet she did not dare to hesitate.
Slowly, she rose to her feet and approached Zock.
She resumed her position beside him, just as before.
She even proactively lifted Zock’s right hand and placed it upon her rounded chest once more.
The familiar softness returned to his grasp.
Observing the maid’s expression, a mixture of fear and absolute obedience, Zock’s heart swelled with a sense of satisfaction.
This was the power wielded by a Lord!
At minimal cost, acquiring young and comely maids.
Without even uttering a command, his stewards and guards would ensure the maids complied with his desires.
These maidservants, naturally, possessed the capacity to resist.
However.
Resistance led only to death!
His right hand tightened its grip, the gentle yielding becoming even more pronounced.
As he watched the maid’s face flush with increasing redness, Zock's interest ignited.
Without preamble, he drew the maid into his embrace.
He had her sit upon his lap, his right hand beginning its exploratory journey.
The three maids who had been standing by witnessed this scene unfolding before them.
They dared not utter a sound, continuing their duties serving Zock as he dined.
Several minutes later.
After downing the wine offered by the maid, Zock released a contented burp.
Under the watchful eyes of the middle-aged man and the remaining maids, he abruptly lifted the maid, now flushed and overheated, and headed towards the nearby staircase.
Only after Zock and the maid had vanished around the corner of the staircase did the middle-aged man finally avert his gaze.
He turned his attention to the other maids, his words carrying a clear warning.
"Let me reiterate, we are all Master Zock’s chattel!"
"We live and are sustained, thanks to the Master’s benevolence and generosity."
"In return, our sole obligation is to cater to the Master’s every need!"
"Whether it be his desires of the heart or his physical demanding."
"Should any dare to defy him again, causing Master Zock even the slightest displeasure, not even the heavens could intervene to save you!"
"Do you comprehend?"
The maids responded with nervous assent, bowing swiftly.
"This maid has heard, Steward Land."
Land Philip let out a cold snort, continuing his directive.
"It is good that you have listened."
"Now, quickly clear this dining table and prepare a hot bath for the Master."
"The Master typically enjoys a restorative soak after engaging in vigorous activities."
The maids acknowledged his instructions once more.
Without further ado, they began clearing the tableware from the dining table.
Observing the maids busily tidying up.
And hearing the faint sounds of exertion emanating from the upper floor.
Land could not suppress a warm sigh of relief.
He was thankful that Master Zock was in such high spirits today.
For had the maid not yielded to Master Zock’s advances,
It would have been enough for Master Zock to have the maid hung alive on the wooden gallows. This is because the authority of the Manor Lord is something no one can possibly dare to violate! Land watched as the maids diligently cleaned the table. Suddenly, firm footsteps echoed from the entrance of the manor residence. Land turned his head to observe. A burly man clad in chain armor was entering, striding directly towards him.