The chef responded, "Yes, sir."
Following Lynnâs instructions, the chef hurriedly retreated.
He began cutting and portioning the pork for the guards.
Looking at the platter of pork weighing at least five or six pounds, Lynn said to Red, "Letâs eat together, the chef prepared too much."
Red didnât hesitate, "Yes, sir."
Illuminated by the campfire, the entire camp entered a dining atmosphere.
...
Under the night sky.
Inside a castle with a spire.
On the top floor of the castle, in a spacious bedroom.
A robust middle-aged man lay with his arms outstretched, with two young women on either side.
His breathing was heavy, and he stared blankly at the ceiling above.
His muscular chest rose and fell dramatically.
It seemed he had not recovered from the previous entanglement.
Until a few minutes later.
The middle-aged manâs breathing gradually became even.
He slightly turned his head and saw the womanâs eyes closed on his arm.
His gaze began to move.
From the womanâs rounded, voluptuous whiteness in front of him, it flowed downward.
When he saw the clean whiteness of the womanâs abdomen, the middle-aged manâs lips curled into a smile.
The middle-aged man slowly withdrew his right arm, preparing to explore further.
A gentle knock sounded at the door.
Knock knock~
The middle-aged manâs right hand, just placed on the young womanâs abdomen, froze instantaneously.
He turned his head with anger and shouted, "Who is it?"
The two young women, who were resting with their eyes closed, were instantly startled awake.
Outside the master bedroom, a hesitant voice reminded him.
"Father, His Highness Mitchell is waiting for you in the reception hall..."
The middle-aged manâs brow furrowed immediately.
His right hand explored while he said with displeasure.
"Mitchell? Which Mitchell?"
The voice outside the door continued, "Father, itâs His Highness Mitchell Carolin."
Upon hearing this.
The middle-aged manâs expression turned to shock, abandoning his fingerâs exploration immediately.
His entire body sat upright.
He repeated the words from outside the door, "Mitchell Carolin?"
"Why has he come to Praying Wind City?"
The middle-aged man yelled towards the door, "Didnât you tell Mitchell... His Highness, that Iâm unwell?"
The voice from outside responded again.
"Father, I did say."
"But His Highness said he specifically brought a doctor from the Royal City to diagnose and treat you."
"He is waiting downstairs now."
The middle-aged manâs brows furrowed even deeper.
The young woman, whose face reddened by the manâs exploration, embraced him from behind.
The soft, rounded front of the young woman pressed against his back.
A gentle and coquettish voice sounded.
"Duke, you canât just stir my desires and then ignore me, can you?"
"Why not sleep a bit more?"
The young woman beside also sat up, holding onto Colemanâs arm.
"Yes, Duke..."
At this moment, Coleman Cangyu was no longer distracted by the womenâs seductive bodies.
He admonished sternly, "Sleep more?"
"Hurry and dress me, I must meet His Highness Mitchell."
Sensing the severity in Coleman Cangyuâs voice.
The two young womenâs expressions changed, and they quickly got off the large bed.
They couldnât even care about their nakedness.
Hurriedly, they fetched garments piece by piece and dressed Coleman.
Looking at the rounded and fair figures of the two women, Coleman had completely lost interest.
Once fully dressed, he promptly stepped out of the bedroom.
He opened the double wooden doors and strode out.
At the entrance, a tall and burly young man was waiting.
Seeing Coleman, he didnât hesitate and followed him.
The young man respectfully addressed him, "Father."
Coleman gave him a casual glance and directly asked, "Besides these, what else did His Highness Mitchell say?"
The young man, Mica, quickly replied, "Thatâs all for now."
"But His Highness Mitchell insists on curing your illness at all costs, Father."
"Otherwise, he will invite doctors from everywhere to treat you!"
Upon hearing this, Colemanâs mouth coldly snorted.
"Why Iâm ill, does he Mitchell not know?"
Mica followed in silence, too afraid to utter a word.
Suddenly, Coleman thought of something.
He turned to stare directly at Mica, nearly interrogating.
"You wouldnât have told Mitchell that I called two women into my bed, would you?"
Micaâs eyes widened, and he hastily replied, "Of course, not, Father."
Coleman continued his questioning, "Did I not tell you before not to call me father?"
"Remember, your mother was just a prostitute!"
"If not for the fact that you are my bloodline, you would never have had the chance to live in the Dukeâs Castle!"
Micaâs pupils trembled, and he fearfully said, "Iâm sorry, Duke Cangyu,"
Coleman snorted coldly, "Thatâs better."
Walking on the carpeted corridor of the castle, he continued speaking, "Tell me."
"Besides Mitchell, who else is in the reception hall?"
Feeling the aura of Coleman dissipating.
Mica quickly explained, "There are also his personal guard team and a doctor."
"However, the doctorâs attire is somewhat strange, wrapped entirely in a hooded cloak."
Coleman responded, "I see."
Seeing Coleman not ask further, Mica dared not speak any more.