CHAPTER 359: CHAPTER 186: BATTLE FOR IMPERIAL AUTHORITY (10,000 WORDS)

In between the words, Aiden’s right hand had already reached its destination.

An uncontrollable sound resounded from the mouth of the maid on his thigh.

Ackman nodded as if he hadn’t heard it, then shifted his words and continued speaking.

"Master, I sense there might be another possibility!"

Aiden frowned slightly, "Speak!"

Ackman hesitated for two seconds before continuing, "Could it be that the Iron Blood Brotherhood Bandit Corps and the Storm Mercenary Corps... were annihilated by the lord behind the city walls?"

Upon hearing this,

Aiden’s furrowed brows instantly rose, he looked at Ackman somewhat angrily.

"Akoman Chief Attendant, I’m beginning to regret considering you as the chief attendant."

Ackman hurriedly lowered his head.

Aiden spoke in a deep voice, "Though I don’t know how that young man became the lord of that territory, nor what ability he has to construct a city wall..."

"But combined, the Iron Blood Brotherhood Bandit Corps and the Storm Mercenary Bandit Corps have at least thousands of people!"

"Even if most of these thousands are ordinary peasants, each with a hoe could thrash that lord’s guard into pulp!"

"Wanting to defeat and annihilate a band of thousands with a newly developing territory is nothing short of dreaming!"

After all, even the Morrison Manor, which has existed for hundreds of years, has an armed force of barely a hundred including guards and all followers so far.

Not to mention him, even Jonas, the largest manor lord of Morgan Town, only has a few hundred guards and followers.

Aiden quickly lowered his head, words filled with guilt, "Yes, thank you for your guidance, Master."

Feeling his body becoming increasingly warm, Aiden withdrew his gaze from Ackman and slowly stood up.

But Aiden didn’t put down the maid in front of him, instead, he let her coil around his bloated waist.

As Aiden walked towards the distant stairs, he spoke, "Ackman, guard my territory well!"

"Otherwise, you’ll end up just like Walker and Ford..."

Ackman’s heart trembled, he quickly responded.

"Yes, Master."

The heavy and slow footsteps echoed from the distant wooden stairs.

Accompanied by what seemed to be the forcibly restrained voice of a lady...

It wasn’t until the sound disappeared that Ackman finally straightened his posture slowly.

With complex emotions in his eyes, Ackman glanced at the end of the stairs on the second floor before retracting his gaze.

He walked to the few followers nearby, speaking heavily, "You all heard the Master’s words!"

"Ensure the Master’s safety, the safety of the territory."

"Otherwise, if I don’t fare well, you won’t survive either!"

The bodies of several guards trembled, they quickly responded, "Yes, Akoman Chief Attendant."

Ackman let out a cold snort, his gaze passing over the followers and looking at the slowly darkening night outside the residence.

In the lavishly decorated room on the third floor.

Two maids were entwined around Aiden, strange sounds constantly emerged.

But within just a few minutes, the sounds gradually subsided and disappeared.

Leaning against the headboard, Aiden’s eyes held a look of discontent.

In the curious eyes of the two maids, Aiden couldn’t help but shout, "What are you looking at? Your master has been too exhausted lately."

The two maids dared not speak, obediently curling up beside Aiden’s body, allowing his hands to roam over them.

Entering Wise Man Mode, Aiden widened his eyes, staring at the snarling greyhound statue hanging on the opposite wall of the large bed!

The narrow, flat-headed head, sleek body lines, elegant build, broad-chested, and slender waist.

With long limbs and developed muscles, the bone structure in the legs is robust, and the claws are exceedingly sharp...

The greyhound is the fastest breed in the Karedi Empire!

It’s also the emblem of the Morrison Clan!

Because the greyhounds bred by the Morrison Clan had the fortune to aid the past Ducas Clan, the Morrison Clan was given the position of vassal to the Ducas Clan!

Yet the Morrison Clan seems cursed, for each Morrison Manor Lord dies without expanding the bloodline, unable to bear more offspring!

Not just males, but not a single female as well.

No matter how hard each Morrison Manor Lord tries, they never achieve positive results.

Of course, these manor lords include the current Aiden!

This is also why he constantly engages in physical activity.

Aiden felt a chill run down his spine, as even now, he doesn’t have a single heir!

He’s already thirty years old!

Aiden naturally knew that his physical condition was deteriorating.

The lengths of time are the best proof.

Could it be that the Morrison Clan is truly destined to end?

The next second.

Aiden threw this thought out of his mind.

It could never be his problem; it must be these women who are the issue!

Instantly, Aiden’s gaze towards the young maid curled up beside him held a trace of disgust.

No!

He must acquire more younger maids!

To have them bear more offspring for the Morrison Clan, expanding the Morrison Clan’s bloodline.

To purchase more maids, he needs more Gold Pounds.

Aiden’s mind immediately conjured the outline of city walls!

This time, after going to Kakasong City to demand results, he not only obtained compensation from the Mercenary Guild.

But also discovered astonishing information.

Behind those city walls, there are salt mines.

And a salt factory capable of producing fine salt.

If he can claim that territory, then... the salt mines will be his, the salt factory will be his as well!

Aiden’s vision was already filled with mountains of Gold Pounds.

If given enough time to operate, Aiden felt that in just a few years, he could develop a force that would shock the entire Karedi Empire.

Fortunately, not many people know about that territory yet, naturally unaware that behind that territory, there exists fine salt!

Now, what left him most at a loss is...

The Sword and Shield Corps of Marquis Duca are about to arrive in Morgan Town.

If Marquis Duca finds out, then all will turn to dust!

He’s just a manor lord, the salt mine isn’t even in his territory...

He will gain nothing!

Aiden knew he must figure out a way to conceal the existence of that territory!

Aiden’s mind began to race with thought.

Meanwhile, downstairs.

In Justin’s room, Ackman was venting the fury within.

Having borne Aiden’s anger and threats.

Naturally, his anger found release upon Justin, whom Aiden was closest to!

If not for the room being too dark.

One could see on the high, pale expanse of Justin’s back, the red marks from those swollen hand prints...