Chapter 231: New-Style Maid Uniform!

{Information 3: You have possessed the 'Swift Movement' technique created by the Elven Ranger Zoro for over half a month.

Even though you dedicate one hour daily to rigorous practice, you still cannot master it.

You suspect your talent may be too dull to learn it.

But the true reason is not this.

It is because your body's agility is insufficient, causing your prolonged failure to enter the technique.

The Elf race, one of the strongest combat races in the forest, excels most in the use of bows.

Their mastery is not merely due to exceptional accuracy in archery,

but because they possess a dexterity in their bodies that most other races cannot match.

Their agile bodies allow them to leap and dart through the jungle like monkeys.

Even though you have consumed many Colorful Winged Swan Eggs to enhance your body's lightness,

you still have not reached the minimum agility required by the Elves.

Yet today, in the Death Mountains, near a mountain waterfall ten li west of Eagle Peak,

a precious Lightning Fruit is about to ripen on a nearly vertical cliff face.

Lightning Fruit!

The favorite food of the fifth-rank beast, Swift Eagle-Beak Bird.

It is said that each Swift Eagle-Beak Bird needs to consume only six Lightning Fruits to successfully ascend to sixth rank!

And if you consume this Lightning Fruit, you will meet the minimum body agility requirement to train Swift Movement.

{Information 5: Since your last defeat, Viscount Pat has been broken by you.

In this world, nobles regard strength as supreme—it is taken for granted.

Just as ordinary beasts fear first-rank beasts, and first-rank beasts submit to all beasts above second rank.

So even though your attacks have slaughtered his subordinates, Viscount Pat wisely abandoned any thought of revenge.

He has decided to endure hardship and wait, only to return when he gains power surpassing yours.

Originally, Pat believed this opportunity for revenge might take five, ten, or even decades.

But he never expected it to come so quickly—only half a month later.

Because news of his defeat has reached the Willard Cabinet Minister of Eagle City.

That mysterious team who visited Viscount Park's castle over ten days ago was sent by the Willard Cabinet Minister.

Grieving his son's death, he dares not trouble Catherine, who bears the Hernand bloodline; instead, he must voluntarily offer half his wealth to beg reconciliation with Catherine.

But hatred does not vanish—it is merely suppressed and redirected.

Especially after Phinir sent a message to Willard, revealing that you have no connection to the Hernand family.

This allows Willard to boldly launch his revenge plan.

Seizing this opportunity, he persuaded Viscount Pat to launch a retaliatory assassination against you.

As support, he will deploy a well-equipped light cavalry unit.

This light cavalry unit comes from the Eagle City City Guard, possessing formidable combat strength, purchased at great expense.

With their addition, Viscount Pat, who had once resolved to endure hardship, regains confidence and will launch another assault on the Iron Mine this evening.

Of course, his true target this time is not merely the Iron Mine—but you, the Lord of Stormhold…}

{Information 5: The threat of dark creatures continues to spread. This evening, a wandering group of dark creatures will approach the southwestern border of Stormhold!

This group numbers over a thousand, including first-, second-, and third-rank dark creatures!

If not countered, they will attack Wheat Aroma Village at nightfall and deliver a devastating blow!

{Information 6: Freya's White Feather Owl arrived at the Western Border three days ago and successfully delivered the message back to the Silver Moon Tribe.

Upon learning their heir had been captured, the tribal chieftains were furious and desperate—especially when they discovered it was still you, that damned Gervas, who had taken their offspring.

They were so enraged they nearly disowned the heir!

Fortunately, the Silver Moon Tribe's chieftain understood this was his daughter's fault, and voluntarily assumed responsibility for the ransom.

Today, a tribe force of two hundred barbarians will depart, carrying the ransom toward Stormhold!

{Ding! Today's intelligence has been refreshed…}

Damn!

Gervas absolutely must say damn!

What did he hear?

The telescope he had waited for so long has finally become famous!

It's been hard!

He has waited for this moment for months!

After all, Stormhold's expenditures are now enormous.

Even though trading with the Fishmen brings in considerable income,

the revenue stream remains too narrow.

Sugar is profitable too, but limited by output—true large-scale profits won't come until next year.

Yet training his men, equipping them, and building his domain all demand vast sums.

So it is essential that this telescope generate immediate profit.

Ding-ding-ding!

"My lord, good morning!"

"My lord, good morning!"

With the sound of bells, two lovely maids arrived at the bedside.

Today's maids made Gervas's eyes light up.

Not for any other reason—yesterday, he finally replaced the castle maids' uniforms.

Previously, the maids wore ordinary linen dresses, sometimes with a simple white apron over them.

To minor nobles, this attire was perfectly normal.

Even major nobles merely upgraded the fabric to inferior silk, treating it as an afterthought.

But as a transmigrator, Gervas had been corrupted by the perverts of his past life—he believed a maid's uniform must be a black-and-white Lolita dress.

Especially since his two maids were so delicate and lovely; their shabby uniforms were an eyesore and a waste of their beauty!

So he designed the uniform from memory and gave the blueprint to the tailor.

Thus, at this moment, Caroline and Freya finally wore the one-of-a-kind maid uniform in the world!

"Morning, Caroline!"

"Morning, Maid Freya!"

Gervas replied while swallowing hard.

Mainly because he had fully absorbed the essence of the maid uniforms from his past life… hmm, you ask what that essence is.

Have you seen "All the City Wears Golden Armor"?

If you have, you'd know.

If you haven't?

Then you don't deserve to call yourself a seasoned veteran.

Punishment: eight hundred… cough, punishment: watch it one hundred times!

Under this essence-laden attire, when the maids bowed, Gervas naturally felt a vast blue sea.

Caroline, far from being shy, raised her hands, gripped the ruffled hem, and performed a graceful spin right before Gervas.

The black-and-white skirt flared up, beautiful and flowing.