Chapter 63: Taming the Demon Swift Hawk!

{Information Six: The Violet Viscount possesses a high-quality crystal mine, making the Violet family one of the few wealthy domains on the border. But just days ago, the current Violet Viscount died from a relapse of his old illness.

This has left the nobles lamenting that the Violet Viscount lacked the fortune to enjoy his wealth; moreover, having had only one daughter, his title and estate will now pass to her.

Yet the nobles say a woman inheriting a title is the symbol of a family’s decline—is this truly an unbreakable law? It remains unknown!

{Ding! Information updated…}

“Informants among the stray dogs?” After hearing today’s intelligence report, Gervas’s eyes flashed with coldness.

Yesterday I was wondering when I’d get my revenge—and here, the system, unable to bear it any longer, has handed me a chance to collect some interest first.

Ding-ding-ding!

Under the service of Caroline’s maids, Gervas dressed himself fully.

Of course, today’s routine maid punishment was not to be missed.

Waves churned, leaving behind a lingering fragrance.

Back at the dining hall, after enjoying the meal prepared by Rose the chef, Gervas prepared to set out on today’s intelligence mission.

Just then, little Shirley slipped out from the kitchen and blocked Gervas’s path.

“What’s wrong, Shirley?” Seeing the girl hesitate to speak, Gervas knelt down and asked gently.

The girl was so well-behaved it tugged at the heart—though she had come to the castle, she did not spend her time playing, but often stayed in the kitchen helping wash vegetables and dishes.

It wasn’t that Gervas mistreated her; Shirley said her mother worked too hard, and she wanted to ease her burden.

Though such a young child might sometimes be more hindrance than help, this quiet diligence won the approval of Old John and all the servants.

At Gervas’s question, Shirley finally brought her hands from behind her back.

It was a bouquet of purple irises!

“Lord Gervas, this is for you!”

Shirley carefully offered the irises forward.

Gervas was taken aback; after a moment’s pause, he teased, “Shirley, why are you giving me flowers? Are you confessing your feelings to me?”

Shirley’s face flushed crimson; she nervously stammered, “Lord Gervas, I… I do like you very much, but these flowers aren’t a confession—they’re because I was afraid you’d be sad. I heard you were bullied by that scorpion man yesterday. You must have been heartbroken, right?”

Gervas’s smile froze. He never imagined the girl had given him flowers for this reason.

He reached out and gently stroked Shirley’s small head, smiling warmly, “Thank you for your concern, Shirley. I was indeed heartbroken just now—but now, my heart feels much better!”

“Really?” Her round eyes lit up instantly.

“Yes. My mood has improved because of you, Shirley!” Gervas nodded firmly.

“Oh yay, that’s wonderful!” Shirley clenched her tiny fists in delight, then added, “Lord Gervas, you’re busy during the day, but at night you have some free time, right? Do you like stories? I’d love to hear one from you!”

“Shirley, I’m busy during the day, but at night I do have some free time. Do you like stories? I’ll tell you some then!”

“Really? Thank you, Lord Gervas! Shirley wants to hear stories!” Shirley’s eyes shimmered with hope.

“Of course it’s true. I’ll have Old John come tell you when it’s time.”

Thus, the little Shirley returned excitedly to the kitchen, while Gervas carefully tucked the irises into the inner pocket of his chest lining.

…

“Master, we’re here!”

In the castle’s front courtyard, a group of slave archers—including Ev Lan—had been assembled.

“Everyone’s here? Then follow me!” Gervas didn’t waste words; he led them straight to the castle’s side enclosure where the Mo Xun Eagles were kept.

Seeing the mighty Mo Xun Eagles, the archers all wore expressions of awe and fear, unaware of why their master had summoned them today.

“You’ve seen these Mo Xun Eagles. What do you think?”

The slave archers exchanged glances, dared not remain silent, and hesitantly replied, “Master, these Mo Xun Eagles are demonic beasts—extremely powerful. Even if they stood still and let us attack, we might still not defeat them!”

“That’s right, Master! You captured them—that proves your valor!”

“Master, you captured so many at once! Your bravery fills us with awe and admiration!”

After speaking, the slave archers all knelt to the ground, prostrating themselves in total submission.

Damn! Gervas inwardly exclaimed.

He had indeed intended to have them praise the Mo Xun Eagles’ strength, then smoothly propose entrusting them to the archers’ use.

A simple, necessary act of grace—completed.

Their debt to him as lord would be endless.

But these bastards…

Had they learned the Cult of Flattery?!

This was going off-track.

“Master, the Mo Xun Eagles can be tamed as flying mounts. They say if archers ride them, they’ll form a formidable aerial combat force!”

At that moment, Ev Lan spoke up.

Indeed, as a former leader of the settlement, Ev Lan clearly had insight—she immediately pinpointed Gervas’s intent.

“Correct. The greatest trait of the Mo Xun Eagles is their ability to be tamed as flying demonic beasts. That’s why I brought you here today!”

“I intend to entrust the Mo Xun Eagles to you—to tame and use!”

“Entrust… to us?!”

The slave archers froze in place.

Such mighty demonic mounts—and their master planned to give them to the slaves?

But they were only slaves!

“Master, this is too precious!” Ev Lan understood the Mo Xun Eagles’ value better than any of them—a single one cost fifty to sixty gold coins, enough to buy hundreds of slaves like them.

“Don’t you want to earn merit quickly and shed your slave status?” Gervas asked calmly.

The serfs’ gazes toward Gervas instantly filled with excitement and disbelief; Ev Lan’s eyes gleamed.

“So you do want to! Then stop wasting words. I’ve given you the chance—whether you seize it or not is up to you!”

“Remember: if you earn great merit, I won’t mind freeing you from slavery even next month. I only fear you’ll take too long to earn it!”

“Thank you, Master! We will never betray your grace!” Ev Lan knelt first, her gaze toward Gervas resolute.

“Thank you, Master! We will never betray your grace!” The other archers snapped to attention.

Now came the moment for the archers to tame the Mo Xun Eagles.

Unlike taming ground horses,

When taming the Mo Xun Eagles, the cloth covering their eyes was removed, but one claw remained bound, limiting their flight to only two or three meters high.

This was for safety—and to prevent escape.

Still, even with these precautions, danger remained due to the Mo Xun Eagles’ violent resistance.

Fortunately, the intelligence system had clearly indicated that these Mo Xun Eagles, their will to resist already worn down, were far easier to tame than expected.

Only two archers were thrown off once during the process, but both were caught by Gervas and Lei Meng before hitting the ground.

The leader of the Mo Xun Eagles was tamed by Ev Lan.

Whether due to her Golden Bloodline or not, her taming proved easier than any of the other archers’.

The leader of the Mo Xun Eagles resisted only briefly, then ceased struggling, becoming docile.