Pioneer Lord: I Have Conquering System

The army stretched as far as the eye could see, occupying half of the wide street. They were well-equipped, and their mounts were warhorses meticulously selected for the trace of Magical Beast Bloodline in their veins.

A single glance revealed them to be a formidable, organized, regular army.

They traveled with cart after cart of supplies in a vast and mighty procession, each soldier so arrogant their noses were pointed at the sky. The sight sent barefoot farmers and merchant caravans scrambling to clear the road, terrified of provoking these hooligan soldiers. After all, if they got their heads chopped off, there would be no one to hear their grievances.

The Beastman Warriors, however, paid them no mind. One picked his nose and swaggered over to begin the routine questioning.

"Where are you headed? You got the paperwork?"

ROAR!

A Three-headed Dog, half the size of a man, suddenly lunged forward. Its three ferocious wolf heads roared menacingly, drool dripping from their mouths onto the ground.

Though not particularly large, its presence was terrifying. The warhorses grew restless with fright, and the riders, all their previous arrogance gone, scrambled to soothe their mounts, afraid of the humiliation of being thrown.

"He’s a good friend of mine. What paperwork does he need?" The Lord, who had been lying on his chair, piped up from out of nowhere.

The Beastman Warrior’s cold expression instantly melted into a silly grin. He scratched the back of his head. "Oh, a friend of the chief’s. In that case, no paperwork needed." He ordered his men to clear the roadblock.

Seeing Biefeng still barking, the Lord gave him a light kick. "Stupid dog, what are you barking for? Get back."

"WOOF WOOF WOOF."

The Three-headed Dog, which had been so menacing and baring its fangs just a moment ago, immediately let its tongues loll out and gave a couple of ingratiating yaps before trotting back under the table to lie down and sleep.

Ever since it started following the Lord, this creature had perfectly embodied the saying ’a dog that bullies others on the strength of its master’s power.’ Besides its own master, only Sophia could make it feel a bit of fear. It looked down on everyone else.

"Levi, you’ve been living quite the leisurely life lately. I’m truly envious." Andao waved for his troops to halt, then dismounted and walked toward Levi alone. He pulled off his white gloves, a broad smile on his face.

"Hah, what’s there to be envious of? With no wars to fight, my bones are about to fall apart from sitting around the camp all day. I can only come out here to stretch my legs and work off some flab." Levi waved his hand dismissively, then looked at Andao with curiosity. "Enough about me. Where are you headed, my Lord?"

"Shouldn’t you be enjoying yourself back in Kolon instead of running all over the place?"

As he spoke, Levi’s gaze fell upon the all-cavalry force, followed by carts loaded with supplies.

They were clearly preparing for a long-distance march, not just patrolling the outskirts of Kolon.

’Is Fulina sending men to take control of White Harbor ahead of schedule?’ he wondered.

"I was born to work, I guess. My seat in the brothel wasn’t even warm before Duke Fulina assigned me another task." Count Andao spoke as he walked, approaching the spot where the Lord had been resting. He picked a plum from a plate on the table and tossed it into his mouth. "The Duke isn’t too confident about the south... Hiss, so sour..."

"Hahaha, my Lord, why do you think this plate of plums has been sitting out here so long in front of a bunch of Beastmen?"

Andao shot the roaring Lord a reproachful look before continuing, "We sent some Scouts south, but none of them returned. Duke Fulina is very worried about it, so she sent me to investigate the situation and establish an intelligence network."

"That is an urgent matter." Levi’s brow furrowed. "Even now, we know nothing about what’s happening on Damon’s side. It’s as if they’ve completely vanished; not a single piece of news has come back."

"That’s exactly what Duke Fulina is worried about." Andao shrugged. "In fact, I might as well be frank with you. Even most of the nobles in the Radical Faction feel there’s no need to fight some Demons and incur unnecessary casualties."

"Oh? And what faction are you?"

Levi was stunned. ’If even the Radical Faction is unwilling to confront the Demons, then what’s the point of you heading south?’

"I’m with the Conservative Faction."

Andao gave a faint smile.

Then he spread his hands. "You must know that administrative control of White Harbor will fall into Duke Fulina’s hands. To ensure the efforts of the Northern Territory don’t go to waste, if nothing else, we must at least ascertain the Demons’ movements."

"Alright then." Levi extended a hand. The two men each clenched a fist and thumped their chest. "My Lord, a safe journey to you!"

Levi had a rather good impression of the Count. The man was the approachable type, without the typical noble arrogance of thinking he was a cut above the rest and everyone else was a mud-caked peasant.

He was also easy to talk to. Although the issue of political alignment meant he couldn’t appear too close to him, it didn’t change his personal feelings about the man.

If they weren’t serving different masters, he probably would have been roped into playing cards with him and Monvert long ago, addressing each other as brothers.

"By the time I get back, I’ll probably have to be the one calling you ’my Lord.’"

Andao teased, then waved and climbed onto his Magical Beast mount. He led his cavalry team through the city gates and toward the distant horizon without a backward glance.

The Lord shook his head, lay back down on his chair, and pulled out a Knightly Novel to study it word by word. When he got tired, he just covered his face with the book and took a nap.

Life was incredibly comfortable.

...

Not long after Andao’s departure, nobles from various regions began to flock to Kolon.

These nobles belonged to the Neutral Faction. They were waiting to see who would win the struggle between Damon and Liya, intending to pledge allegiance to the victor.

This approach would certainly displease both contenders, but its advantage was that they wouldn’t have to worry about losing everything in this war of investment.

Of course, this also meant they wouldn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of receiving any rewards. In fact, they would be lucky to avoid punishment, fortunate that Liya was not a petty or foolish ruler.

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