Surviving a time-traveling adventure in a school, I can synthesize everything!

Chapter 82 Baron Kyle's Ambition

"demon?"

Baron Kyle chuckled and picked up his wine glass, swirling it around.

"In this damned high plain, where do demons come from, besides those three-eared rabbits and those stupid deer that only know how to bang their heads against walls?"

"It's true, sir."

Luo Xia looked up, his eyes still filled with terror.

"Those buildings... those enormous stone towers that appeared out of nowhere, inhabited by a group of strange people."

"They were wearing clothes I'd never seen before and carrying strange weapons."

"Especially the one in the lead..."

Rorschach swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"He was wearing full suits of iron armor that even we didn't have, and he was carrying a black greatsword..."

"My 'armor-piercing strike' couldn't even penetrate his full armor."

"He single-handedly wiped out our entire squad."

Clang.

Baron Kyle slammed his wine glass down on the table, spilling wine that stained the tablecloth red.

The previous nonchalance vanished instantly.

Instead, an expression of shock mixed with extreme greed appeared on his face.

"What did you say?"

Baron Kyle leaned forward, his fat creased and wrinkled on the chair.

"Even we don't have... full-body iron armor?"

In this remote border region where smelting technology is underdeveloped, a set of fine iron armor is enough to be passed down through generations.

And a full set of plate armor with amazing defensive capabilities?

That is priceless.

That is a symbol of power.

"Yes, sir."

Luo Xia lowered his head, his voice bitter.

"Indestructible, like silver, it even shines in the sunlight."

Baron Kyle narrowed his small eyes and licked his greasy lips.

"very good."

"Rorschach, you may be a piece of trash, but you've disgraced me."

"But the news you brought back..."

Baron Kyle stood up and walked to the huge hand-painted map made of sheepskin on the back wall.

"Very valuable."

Baron Kyle's fingers traced the edge of the parchment map, his fingernails embedded with black mud and grease.

The map is old, and the edges are frayed.

The map shows the resource points around Locke Town: the lumberyard to the north, the iron mine to the west, and the pasture with lush grass to the south.

And now, the appearance of that "miracle" land happens to be located in the eastern region, close to those damned alien races.

"Perhaps... this is my chance to turn things around!"

Baron Kyle's voice was filled with an irrepressible excitement.

"Yes, sir." Rorschach knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head. "Those are two completely different areas. One is the towering stone towers you see, and the other... seems to be enclosed by walls, with more exquisite buildings inside."

Baron Kyle narrowed his eyes.

As a lord who had been entrenched in this barren border region for many years, he knew better than anyone the value of resources.

Locke Town hasn't received any new slaves for quite some time.

Iron ore production is also declining year by year.

And now, right under his nose, two pieces of fat meat suddenly appeared.

What might be inside those stone towers?

Baron Kyle ran his greasy finger back and forth along the edge of the parchment map, the black dirt embedded in his fingernail glaringly obvious in the candlelight.

"Full plate armor..."

He muttered to himself, his large body walking back to the high-backed chair and sitting down, the wooden chair beneath him creaking under its weight.

In this damned, barren frontier where even iron ore is as scarce as an old maid's breast, what does a set of fine plate armor mean?

That was a walking gold mine.

It is also a second life that can withstand most fatal attacks.

Rorschach knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold stone slab, his breathing rapid and disordered.

"My lord, that's an opportunity!"

He suddenly raised his head, his usually arrogant face now filled with urgency and ferocity, the blood at the corner of his mouth still wet.

"That guy is alone! No matter how strong he is, as long as you gather your guards, bring catapults, and blast him to smithereens, that suit of armor will be yours!"

Baron Kyle grabbed a wine glass from the table, tilted his head back, and took a large gulp. The red wine flowed down his layered chin and into his collar.

"one person?"

He scoffed and slammed the silver cup in his hand heavily onto the table.

"You led thirty fully armed scout cavalrymen, and half of them were slaughtered like chickens by a single person. Now you're telling me that I can win just by bringing my own men?"

Luo Xia was speechless, his face turning a deep liver color.

"That was an accident! That was...that was a limitation of the terrain! And we underestimated them!"

He crawled a few steps on his knees, trying to grab Baron Kyle's trouser leg.

"My lord, that's a miracle! Those two clusters of buildings that appeared out of nowhere definitely contain more than one set of armor! Perhaps there are even sharper weapons, finer silks, and even... more slaves!"

When the word "slave" was mentioned, a glint of greed finally flashed in Baron Kyle's small eyes, which were squeezed into slits by his fat.

The workforce in Locke Town has been exhausted for far too long.

The mines need to be filled, the farmland needs to be cultivated, and even his bed needs new toys.

"Assemble the guards..."

Baron Kyle tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a rhythmic tapping sound.

He was weighing his options.

Risks and rewards.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps broke the suffocating silence in the hall.

A scout wearing a gray cloak and with brown rouge on his face strode into the hall and knelt on one knee.

"Sir, something's happened."

Baron Kyle's fingers, which were tapping on the table, suddenly stopped.

"explain."

"The 'Black Tooth' tribe in the north and the 'Bone Shattering' tribe in the west are both making moves."

The scout's voice was deep and he spoke very quickly.

"Their scouts have crossed the border river and are approaching that newly emerged 'miracle' land. I can see clearly at least three different clans' totem flags."

Luo Xia's expression instantly turned ugly.

Orcs.

Those bloodthirsty, savage, and incredibly strong green-skinned monsters.

Locke Town is already overwhelmed just dealing with their autumn raids, and now they've set their sights on this lucrative prize?

"Damn it! Those beasts have noses that are sharper than dogs!"

Rorschach gritted his teeth and turned to look at Baron Kyle.

"My lord! We can't wait any longer! If those orcs get there first, everything in that miracle will be ruined! Those beasts only know how to destroy!"

Baron Kyle remained silent.

He grabbed the half-eaten lamb leg, tore off a piece of meat, and chewed it vigorously in his mouth.

Grease dripped from the corners of his mouth.

"Rob?"

He mumbled incoherently, then suddenly hurled the bone in his hand at Luo Xia.

Snapped!

The greasy bone hit Rorschach on the forehead, leaving an oily mark.

"You idiot! Is your brain filled with horse manure?"