224: Chapter 119 Aiken Village Refugees_2 224: Chapter 119 Aiken Village Refugees_2 “Work for relief?
…Hmm, let’s do that,” Leon nodded upon hearing the suggestion.
The geographical location of Longka did not have the flow of people and business opportunities like Selva, which happened to catch the transit camp and forest avenue travelers.
In the short term, it’s feared that this part of Lokhak’s territory would not have much chance for expansion and development.
So, taking advantage of the batch of extra labor available now, it would be good to completely surround the village with a wooden wall and build it into a manor fortress as a defensive stronghold.
“Time is of the essence, Azeryan, you’re in charge of requisitioning food from Platon and Selva’s warehouses.
Uncle Bryan, you stay in Longka to command the troops and manage those refugees.
Lokhak, come with me to Aiken Village tomorrow to scout the situation there and see how much of a threat the Undead mischief poses to Longka.”
After assigning everyone their tasks, Leon quickly adjourned the meeting so everyone could continue to rest.
Azeryan and Lokhak yawned, lifting their candlesticks and heading upstairs to sleep.
But seeing that everyone was busy and she had been quietly listening all along, Olivia couldn’t help but raise her hand and shake Leon’s arm, pointing at herself and asking, “…What about me?”
Leon, who had just stood up, looked down to see the longing in his lover’s eyes, the hope of being assigned a task.
Hesitating for a moment, Leon looked to his Old Centurion first.
Naturally, he wanted to bring Olivia along, even though it was just a quick ride around Aiken with no real danger.
Having the girl by his side always added an extra layer of security.
But he didn’t know what Uncle Bryan’s current attitude towards the girl facing danger was.
Seeing Leon’s hesitation, Olivia also cast a pleading look toward her old father.
With a wry smile, Bryan found himself under the compelling gaze of the two and could only sigh, “My Lord, my daughter is not so fragile.
As long as she’s not caught in the midst of a chaotic army, I trust you to protect her well, and there’s no need for you to consult me on everything.
Besides, you surely care more about Olivia’s safety than I do right now, heh, after all, she is not a child anymore.
stopped speaking and advised his visibly delighted daughter, “Olivia, you go back to your room and sleep, I and Mr.
Leon have more matters of the territory to discuss.”
Not thinking too much of it, Olivia bid everyone good night and ran quickly up the stairs.
The old blacksmith watched as the girl’s figure disappeared at the top of the stairs, then pulled Leon aside under his puzzled gaze.
Leon looked inexplicably at Uncle Bryan’s serious demeanor.
As the other whispered, the tone of his vocabulary changed as well, “Leon, if you’re not ready for the wedding yet, it’s still best you take care not to stir things up prematurely.
Having children out of wedlock, while not severely frowned upon in Orland as to be considered bastards, is still not in line with Royal Family tradition, and your children are, after all, direct blood of our king…
If you really can’t help yourselves, remember to buy some sheep intestine covers to prevent accidents…”
Curling his toes in embarrassment, Leon was incredibly thankful that he hadn’t been drinking water upon hearing this; otherwise, he thought he would have choked to death.
He wasn’t some inexperienced teenager; he lacked neither knowledge nor experience in this matter and hadn’t planned on advancing his relationship with Olivia so soon.
“Uncle, do you know about my relationship with Olivia?
Did she tell you?” Leon interrupted the paternal admonition and asked.
“That I didn’t know about, but she wears that darling hairband every day and painstakingly pins her hair up neatly; and you two grow more intimate by the day—I’m not blind.
And I heard from Little Lina that you got intimate in the warehouse?
In private, as Olivia’s adoptive father, I still take the liberty of advising you to be a bit more cautious about the location, or at least close the door and windows…”
Listening to Uncle Bryan’s lingering admonitions, Leon scratched the back of his head speechlessly, nodding and deciding in his heart…
when he returned, he would seriously…
seriously consider having Miss Elena give Little Lina a good spanking.
That girl was getting naughtier by the day, spying was one thing, but to spread such rumors…
It had only been a kiss that day, so how did it get misconstrued as “intimacy”?
The two concepts had completely different implications in Felu Language.
Slightly embarrassed to escape Uncle Bryan’s nagging, Leon followed Kovis holding a candlestick to find a room to sleep in.
However, the last advice still echoed in his mind.
Although Leon had never seen this “ancient relic,” through the context and imagination, he of course guessed what it was.
Indeed, on closer thought, he realized he has no protective measures whatsoever, and he could imagine that throughout the whole of Selva, or in the Longka territory, it would be hard to find such a thing.
It was a luxury item belonging only to the nobles and the wealthy in this era…
Sighing, Leon felt that between traveling far and wide and honing his Martial Arts, his energy was spent being busy and tired; he had never been bothered by that sort of thing.
Suddenly confronted with such talk, his mind uncontrollably began to wander with wild thoughts.
The image of the girl curled up seeking refuge in his arms arose in his heart, causing Leon’s pulse to quicken.
He walked through the second-story corridor of the big house to the two vacant rooms at the very end, where Kovis stole a glance backward.
Seeing his Lord clearly distracted and wearing a strange smile, the young man hatched a plan.
Pretending to twist the empty room’s doorknob, he secretly used his Magic Power to lock the door without making a sound.