HTLCCBFT Chapter 125

Has The Lord’s Career Chart Been Filled Today? – Chapter 125

TL PSA: Without giving any spoilers, next few chapters contain graphic content some readers may find disturbing. Please read with caution.

In Oliver’s eyes, everything could wait a little while—including persuading surrender.

But farming couldn’t be delayed—especially when Albury had completely missed both the autumn and winter seasons.

Throughout the entire land reclamation process, he only stopped when he noticed his stamina bar was about to be depleted.

“My dear Cat God.”

The beautiful blond lord smiled faintly, spreading his arms toward the silent deity guarding by his side: “I need your help.”

The deity, who cherished only this one believer, immediately drew closer and naturally embraced him.

To anyone else, this would just be an exhausted mutual support hug… but for Oliver, requesting an embrace from the generous and benevolent deity was actually a method to restore his energy.

Ever since discovering the Cat God’s divine power could quickly refill his stamina bar, the convenience-seeking Lord of Laina would regularly have the deity hug him.

Not only was it simpler and more convenient than cheese, it was also more efficient—just a few seconds of hugging would send his stamina bar skyrocketing back to full!

He wasn’t sure whether it was because he used this method too frequently, or because the deity’s divine power was still relatively weak.

Oliver recently noticed that his stamina bar’s recovery speed was getting slower, requiring him to hold the deity for increasingly longer periods.

Fortunately, this simple, easily fooled… well, generous and adorable deity didn’t mind being held by him at all.

This time was no exception.

He obediently came closer, taking the initiative by wrapping his arms tightly around his beloved believer, then meekly closed his eyes.

The body in his embrace was slender and soft, and also… carried his favorite scent of roses.

No.

He didn’t actually like roses.

What he loved had always been only the one rose named “Oliver.”

The unique faint fragrance emanating from the beautiful blond divine messenger was something even a deity could deeply intoxicate over.

He wanted to hold Oliver longer.

He thought this clearly and explicitly.

To achieve this, he needed to slow down the transmission of divine power.

…Slow it down even more.

But not too slow, otherwise Oliver would become unhappy.

Because his innocent, easily fooled image was so deeply ingrained, this little trick he secretly played had never been detected by the quite perceptive Oliver.

Holding this gentle and reliable Cat God, Oliver also relaxed with closed eyes, resting briefly in this tall, sturdy embrace while occasionally checking the stamina bar on his right.

Seeing it rising at a moderate pace but not yet full, the sowing-preoccupied lord gently patted the Cat God’s back and whispered: “That’s enough now.”

Though filled with reluctance, he obediently released his arms from around that supple waist.

His pale golden eyelashes lowered slightly, clear golden pupils vividly reflecting the figure of the Lord of Laina.

“My dear Cat God,” Oliver said with a smile: “Thank you. Now, I should get back to work.”

Having said this, he parted completely from the Cat God without any lingering attachment, continuing his farming endeavors.

After swiftly clearing the remaining part of the field, Oliver ignored Fosse’s urging to rest and continued working busily in the fields.

It should be noted that he had only begun sowing seeds when the sun first set.

To finish before his body collapsed, he had to make the most of his time.

Thanks to the efforts of the little gold coins controlled by the Cat God during winter, Oliver’s seed producer had successfully transformed a full six batches of corn seeds.

Yet facing the temptation of the vast farmland in this new city, Oliver struggled to restrain his desires.

Adhering to his previous principles, after satisfying his urge… well, alleviating the most pressing crisis, he officially began Albury’s planting plan for the year, primarily using ordinary seeds supplemented by scientific cultivation methods.

By evening, the slaves of Albury, led by Simmot who had returned and transformed into their temporary steward, joined the laboring crowd in the fields.

Though their efficiency couldn’t compare to Oliver’s with his system’s assistance, they made up for it in numbers.

When Oliver had cleared half the field, they had already cleared the areas with the deepest weeds; when Oliver reached two-thirds completion, they were either wielding hoes or harnessing horses and oxen with heavy plows to turn the soil.

Whenever they approached the area where the Lord was personally cultivating, they couldn’t help but feel overwhelming awe.

It was truly remarkable!

The turned soil, whether in color depth or layer thickness, looked as if measured by the most precise instruments—each section appeared identical!

The edges were as straight and clear as if trimmed by a sharp blade.

It resembled… the artworks produced by those skilled sculptors, yes, like Baron Arte’s creations!

Oliver paid no mind to the astonished gazes of others, focusing solely on walking swiftly through the fields while continuously scattering corn seeds.

With each step he took, the handsome golden-haired deity followed closely behind.

He carried an unremarkable watering can containing seemingly endless water—a stream drawn from the Laina River using his divine power.

Quietly accompanying Oliver, he thoughtfully sprinkled enough water droplets to moisten the soil and nurture seedling growth on the land Oliver had personally cleared and sown with glimmering golden corn seeds.

Having completely abandoned rest, Oliver’s efficiency was extraordinarily high.

When he finally scattered seeds on the last piece of land he had cleared, looking back filled him with a profound sense of satisfaction.

This way, starting tomorrow, these corn seedlings would begin sprouting simultaneously.

There would be no repeat of the Laina City situation, where his mid-process collapse left parts of the field unsown, causing crop maturation times to stagger over two days—an absolute nightmare for his perfectionist tendencies.

“This is truly wonderful.”

After admiring his labor achievements for a while, Oliver turned to the deity who was undoubtedly indispensable in every aspect, his beautiful eyes brimming with laughter: “Thank you for your help, my dear Cat God!!”

Seeing his joyful expression, the cat-eared deity felt a slight stir in his heart.

He also turned around, looking at the fields that had made him reveal such a beautiful smile.

Yet he couldn’t see anything particularly special about them.

No.

There was something.

The most special thing about them… was that they made Oliver so happy.

He quietly watched Oliver, who was speaking with a worried-looking Fosse, and the corners of his lips unconsciously lifted slightly.

Under the hazy moonlight, the others who were secretly watching this scene couldn’t help but reveal similar smiles.

“How wonderful.”

Someone’s voice was soft, yet it spoke the thoughts of everyone present.

“The people of Laina are truly fortunate.”

Naef, while turning over the soil, whispered very quietly to his wife, “To have such a kind and benevolent Lord.”

His wife, who was using a small rake to clear the remaining grass roots, also lowered her voice and replied, “Yes, I truly hope he can become our Lord.”

Even though they had done nothing all morning, they still received bread and bean soup at noon!

In the eyes of many, what they had received was already more than enough.

When they saw Simmot, under the guidance of this familiar face, they found a pillar of support and set to work in the fields with peace of mind.

Even without the watchful eyes of stewards or the ever-present threat of whips, they worked harder than ever before: this was Albury’s land, the work they were responsible for—how could they let the people of Laina work harder than them?

Seeing that most of his former companions were still alive and had survived until the arrival of the Laina Lord, Simmot, for once, showed genuine joy.

Before starting work, he deliberately sought out his savior, Naef, and embraced him tightly. “We meet again.”

“I never thought you’d still be alive.”

Naef was somewhat flustered, his eyes filled with both envy and delight as he looked at Simmot. “Good heavens, you look much stronger than before!”

“All of this is thanks to the protection of the great Cat God and the Lord!” Simmot’s eyes burned with fervor as he declared resolutely, “No matter what others think, Naef, for the sake of you and your family’s better life, you must follow the Lord’s instructions!”

No one knew just how desperate he had felt when, weakened and exhausted after walking for a day and a night, he finally collapsed from hunger on the road, catching a glimpse of raptors circling overhead in his fading vision.

At that moment, he thought he would never make it to Laina.

Even if he did reach Laina, it didn’t guarantee survival, but he… he had never been willing to accept his fate.

Simmot never imagined he would have the chance to open his eyes again.

At the break of dawn, he was fortunately discovered by Laina workers who were repairing the roads.

No, to be precise, they were Albury people temporarily residing in Laina!

Everyone was shocked to see this slave from their homeland, Albury, who was so emaciated he was little more than skin and bones.

Although Oliver occasionally sent people to scout the situation toward Albury, for safety reasons, they couldn’t get too close and could only gather limited information through observation or with the help of the Cat God’s intervention.

Upon hearing Simmot’s words, Oliver realized that the slaves of Albury could wait no longer, and resolutely advanced the timeline for deploying troops.

“Yes, yes.”

Unaware of Simmot’s near-death experience, but thinking of his family’s happy expressions, that bowl of bean soup and bread he shouldn’t have received, Naef nodded with unwavering determination.

The crops in the fields were originally their hope too.

The slaves who had been working diligently refused to rest even at night.

They had witnessed with their own eyes—whether it was the farmers from Laina or that noble Laina lord—none had stopped working!

How could they be the first to slack off?

Thinking this, none of them were willing to leave the fields.

After attempting to persuade them once, Simmot didn’t stop them any further.

He smiled and announced news that left them stunned: “Even if you insist on working, you must eat first! These are the lord’s own words!”

The next moment, the slaves of Albury received “more” than they’d ever dared dream of—each was given two palm-sized pieces of bread and a large bowl of bean soup again!

While the slaves were eating, Oliver left the fields with the Cat God and joined Fosse for dinner.

Of course, a deity didn’t need real sustenance, and having suddenly absorbed more power of faith, he already felt quite “full.”

When he looked at Oliver again, he even felt a strange sensation—warm and comfortable all over, yet with a faint restlessness.

What was that?

Unblinking, he gazed at Oliver, who was intently speaking with Fosse, tilting his head slightly in confusion.

Before he could ponder it further, everyone clearly heard a rustling sound of leaves being brushed and branches snapping.

Following it came a heavy, muffled yet forceful thud—as if something heavy had suddenly landed on the damp ground.

It came from the direction of the castle.

Fosse’s brow furrowed abruptly.

His hand instinctively rested on his sword scabbard, his back slightly arched, poised and highly alert.

After receiving a slight nod of permission from Oliver, he ordered in a low voice, “Send someone to investigate.”

Soon, guards stationed near the castle relayed the news.

What had been thrown down was a woman.

To be precise, it was the corpse of a woman—her face twisted in fear, her throat slit by a sharp blade long ago, drenched in blood.

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