Return of the Legendary Lord: A LitRPG Fantasy by Marcus Sloss & Seth Pike

Author:Marcus Sloss & Seth Pike [Sloss, Marcus & Pike, Seth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Royal Guard Publishing LLC
Published: 2023-07-15T23:00:00+00:00

Raised voices greeted us at the stronghold. Gregson towered over Barnaby, and I assumed it was he who was shouting. I was wrong. It was Barnaby, and something had shaken his tree.

“We have no spare wood, and that is that,” barked my steward.

“Then,” said Gregory, nice and evenly. “My father told me to tell you that there’s been an issue with today’s harvest, so there’ll be no food tomorrow.”

“You threaten me?”

“No, I tell you.”

There was silence then until Lysander walked up to them. “He is twice your size, Barnaby. If he does, I’d take note of it.”

“No threat,” said Gregson. “Ma says a threat carries a certain amount of uncertainty. This has none. No lumber. No food.”

“Why?” I asked, and Gregson spun around.

“Beggin’ your pardon, my Lord. Hagglin’ with the steward is all.”

“Haggling?” I said. “Why no food?”

“Because we’ll have to cut lumber. Can’t cut lumber an’ crop, simply ain’t possible.”

“You all have to cut wood? Can’t some cut wood while others harvest? It’s how you built your fences and sheds.”

“We do and we have, so we’ve never asked before. But our next upgrades demand loads of wood.”

“So cut loads of trees,” I said.

“That’s just it. We ain’t gifted in the lore like a woodsman. Takes us all day to lop a decent tree down, strip ‘n split. Just how it is. We’re farmers, not woodcutters. We can’t cut enough wood without stopping farming.”

“It doesn’t change the fact that we have no wood,” said Barnaby. “If I had wood, I’d give it. But Jensome is getting through it like a drunk drinks ale. We’ll have plenty of wood just as soon as we get a mill in the elven forest or six in the southern woods. That’s the difference between using the right area and the wrong one.”

“I’m working on it,” I said.

“I could work on it faster,” said Broadchurch, sneaking up on us. “My lads are getting the hang of marshalled fighting now. A few rounds on my new level four square will get them up to speed with the pike and the halberd.”

“And we need wood to make level four farms. We fill bellies but we’ll split them open if we have to.”

“One moment,” I said and delved into my numbers. “Gregson, relay this to your father. If he can wait two days, the new mills might be churning out more timber. He’ll have first pick to improve the farms—”

“But what about—” Barnaby protested, but I raised my hand and glared at him.

“I’m speaking, so please don’t. They’ll certainly be up and running in a couple of days if he could do me a personal favor and get you boys over there to give Jensome a hand. I hear there might be some big cats in the area—easy meat for you frontier lads, and you could do lugging and splitting and anything that doesn’t need building lore.”

“Or we could just set up in the elf lands,” Broadchurch said.

“Perhaps you’d like to take a leaf out of Barnaby’s book and learn when to shut up, Broadchurch.

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