HTLCCBFT Chapter 132

Has The Lord’s Career Chart Been Filled Today? – Chapter 132

Before the mandatory rest period set by the game system arrived, Oliver still managed to wait for the deity’s return.

The hazy golden mist swiftly coalesced into a tall human form as soon as it entered the bedroom.

Before the blond lord could turn around, he tightly embraced him from behind.

Powerful arms encircled his slender waist, with his upper body slightly bent, naturally burying his head against Oliver’s right shoulder.

This affectionate and relaxed posture was just like when he still took the form of a large golden cat.

Oliver couldn’t help but smile softly, gently stroking the head resting on his shoulder as he said tenderly, “You’ve worked hard.”

He also made every effort to relax his own body, showing not the slightest hint of resistance.

Of course he could tell that although this cat-eared deity held him tightly, the embrace was carefully controlled so as not to cause any pain.

Moreover, the head resting on his shoulder wasn’t heavy at all.

“Oliver.”

He suddenly murmured his name in a low voice.

“Hmm?”

Oliver instinctively raised his eyes and turned to look at him.

—A cool, soft sensation brushed lightly against his lips.

No.

It wasn’t fleeting.

His lips felt slightly damp… probably from being gently licked.

Oliver: “…”

The instigator looked completely unruffled, his pale golden eyes clear and bright, clearly not finding anything inappropriate about such a sudden attack.

Oliver blinked.

He stared speechlessly at this Cat God who had naturally taken a kiss as his reward, before finally showing a somewhat helpless yet indulgent smile: “Time to rest.”

Although he still wasn’t quite used to him asking for kisses in human form—and perhaps wouldn’t adapt to it for a long time to come—the moment he remembered that deep down, He was actually a well-behaved, obedient big cat, he immediately felt relieved.

After making him work hard at something he wasn’t good at, whether it was cat food or kisses, giving rewards was necessary.

“Mmm.”

The honest cat-eared deity’s ears twitched slightly as He obediently responded, following the blond lord to the bed.

Before lying down, He seemingly unintentionally touched the lips that had just made contact with Oliver’s, a thoughtful glimmer passing through his eyes.

So.

It really… was possible.

He watched silently as his beloved believer closed his eyes, trustfully sinking into the sleep brought by the game system, completely defenseless against the cat-shaped deity lying beside him…

“Oliver.”

The deity gradually shedding his innocent exterior murmured softly in a voice so husky it could make one’s ears tingle.

The pale gold in his eyes slowly deepened, like a pool of thick honey, filled with an intoxicatingly sweet flavor that could mesmerize even deities.

My beloved Oliver.

The corners of his lips lifted slightly.

After kissing the lips of his beloved believer that always made his divine sense unstable once more, He slowly drew him into his arms with an indescribable sense of satisfaction, and symbolically closed his eyes as well.

When Oliver first proposed utilizing the wild grasslands outside the territory, aside from Laina’s troops—or rather, the fanatical believers of the Cat God religion who trusted him unconditionally—the slaves of Albury all felt somewhat hesitant.

After all, those were barren grasslands that nobody had been willing to spare a second glance at for so many years!

Just pulling weeds would take a very long time—how could they possibly plant crops?

When they later heard that they didn’t even need to completely remove the weeds, only dig small pits large enough to accommodate the crops, they were even more astonished.

Although they had never been qualified to possess “knowledge,” everything this new lord was leading them to do went completely against what their ancestors had known for generations.

Oliver had no intention of explaining too much to the people of Albury City for the time being.

While everyone only knew the single planting method of “direct seeding,” he had briefly mentioned the concepts of “seedling cultivation” and “transplanting” in the elementary textbooks of Laina. However, to avoid overwhelming beginners with too much information, he hadn’t gone into detail yet.

Moreover, the main crops currently grown in Laina were suitable for both “direct seeding” and “transplanting,” so there was no urgent need to impart this knowledge.

Even the people of Laina, who had just laid some foundation, couldn’t digest all this information at once—how could the slaves of Albury possibly understand it?

But as a noble lord, unless Oliver was willing, he had no obligation to explain any of this to anyone.

At this stage, he simply gave specific orders directly and had the steward ensure these instructions were carried out.

What slaves were best at wasn’t thinking or curiosity, but obedience.

While the people of Laina he brought were busy with reclamation and direct seeding inside the city, and the people of Albury were occupied with cutting weeds outside the city, Oliver, having confirmed that everything was on track, prepared to return to Laina for a while.

His base was, of course, still Laina—whether to reassure the people or to oversee the upcoming Spring Market, he needed to stay in Laina for about half a month.

As for Albury’s Spring Market?

Under normal circumstances, it was usually held on the fortieth day of spring, which was just a few days away.

But this year…

Not to mention that Albury had been almost completely destroyed and had little to sell.

Oliver could easily imagine that, in the eyes of other merchants who were still unaware of the city’s current state, Albury was likely seen as a disaster zone to be avoided at all costs.

To change that impression, they would have to rely on Laina’s Spring Market.

For this reason, Laina’s Spring Market couldn’t afford any negligence and required him to return personally.

Aside from these two main purposes, there was also the seedling cultivation he had Farmur and Rebel start with their men at the tail end of winter, using the empty rooms in the castle.

The crops being cultivated were mainly edamame, green beans, peanuts, and potatoes.

In Oliver’s view, aside from the conventional spring wheat, edamame was the most suitable for sowing in the wild. Especially the latter—it was practically a savior for barren soil and the best choice for sod culture.

Although edamame could also be planted through direct seeding, it preferred the warmer climate after mid-spring. To allow for an earlier harvest and to prepare for Albury City’s spring planting, which had missed last year’s sowing period… Oliver had already included its spring planting plan in his preparations the day he decided to conquer Albury City.

After all, even in modern greenhouses, the seedling cultivation period takes at least three weeks — and even longer under less favorable conditions.

With thorough preparation beforehand, the rewards were also quite gratifying.

Oliver was satisfied to confirm one thing: as long as the last batch of cultivated bean sprouts was brought to Albury, it would ensure both direct seeding and transplanting could proceed simultaneously, allowing Albury’s farming to catch up with the normal schedule.

Since he only planned to stay in Laina until the Spring Market began, Oliver originally intended to leave his most trusted butler behind to oversee Albury on his behalf.

However, Fosse, who usually obeyed him without question, was uncharacteristically firm in opposing this decision.

No matter how Oliver tried to persuade him, Fosse responded with silence.

Realizing he couldn’t convince the other party, Oliver had no choice but to agree and instead left Knight Captain Noel behind.

Although his knight captain wasn’t skilled in farming or ordinary personnel management, his combat prowess was high enough, and he was absolutely loyal—Laina was only three days and nights away from Albury, so if any urgent matters arose, there would still be time to send additional support.

After making these arrangements, Oliver wasted no more time: he set off for Laina that very day with a small entourage of trusted followers.

Three days later, his carriage appeared in Laina City.

“Great Cat God, that’s the Lord’s family crest!”

“The Lord!!”

“The Lord has returned!”

The people, who had been carrying out their duties in an orderly manner, suddenly became exhilarated.

Farmur and Rebel, who had been busy nonstop, finally found their anchor and eagerly rushed to the castle with the records of soybean seedling cultivation to request an audience; knight Kane, who had reluctantly taken on the role of sheriff and was overwhelmed with countless tasks, also arrived at the castle carrying the most frequently asked questions, such as “What kind of test from the Cat God must one pass to stay in Laina City?”; and Lucy, with several notebooks filled to the brim, came to report to Oliver on the hatching progress of the first batch of “second-generation Lainan chickens” and the care of the sows that had finally completed breeding during winter and were now pregnant……

But the fastest to arrive was Baron Arte.

“Your Highness Oliver!”

Just as the blond Lord had taken his seat in the hall, preparing to summon people one by one to report on their progress, this once refined and particular noble youth excitedly rushed in first: “What you asked me to do, I have accomplished!”

Seeing the other’s rare breach of etiquette, Fosse’s brow furrowed deeply.

“Lord Arte, your manners.”

He reminded in a low voice, instinctively rubbing the hilt of his sword with his calloused palm.

What I asked him to do?

Oliver had said so many things that he couldn’t recall immediately.

When his peripheral gaze fell on the Cat God beside him, he suddenly understood.

His beautiful blue eyes lit up abruptly, and he couldn’t help but smile as he inquired: “Oh, my dear Arte. Could the good news you bring me be… that the Divine Temple of our great Cat God has been renovated?”

Hearing his name, the deity itself, who usually let conversations go in one ear and out the other while focusing solely on watching Oliver, tilted its head slightly to look at the proudly beaming Arte.

…… the temple?

Uneasily, it looked back at Oliver.

“Yes!”

Arte gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.

However, under Fosse’s sharp gaze, he quickly regained his composure before the Muse.

He bowed gracefully and inquired with elegance, “Your Highness Oliver, would you permit your faithful follower to escort you to the new Divine Temple of the great deity?”

Just as Oliver was about to agree, he felt the gaze fixed upon his profile suddenly intensify with scorching heat.

The timeline had dragged on too long—he had actually forgotten to explain things to the Cat God.

Realizing this belatedly, he gave Arte a dignified nod and had Fosse escort him to wait outside the door. Then, turning to the deity who was pursing his lips tightly as if his entire face screamed “unhappy,” Oliver explained gently, “My dear Cat God, please hear me out. The Divine Temple is essential for allowing your subjects to better worship your majesty and convey their reverence and faith. Of course, I have no wish to be parted from you, which is why I hope to enshrine in the temple your former avatar… I wonder if you would permit this?”

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