"Was it the Oliver family who lost in the end? Waters was captured on the spot, and 50,000 gold coins were compensated? ”

"The Oliver family, going back more and more, will be defeated like this, it seems that the battle for the earl, the Oliver family is doomed to hopelessness."

Looking at the news from the spies sent into Viscount Oliver, Viscount Locke. Locke, a man with conspicuous gray hair, muttered to himself.

"The Fergus family's attitude this time is very tough, it seems that the Fergus family really attaches great importance to this illegitimate child, and the previous assassination plan needs to be slowed down."

Viscount Shelly, Eagle Huo. Shelly, a man with a hooked nose, glanced at the information in his hand, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Interesting, let me see if your Fergus family has the qualifications to compete with my Richens family for the title."

Viscount Richens Asa. Richens, a handsome-faced man, looked at the information about the battle between the Fergus family and the Oliver family, and his face showed confidence.

"The Fergus family is another strong competitor, but I won't lose the battle for the title."

Isabelle, Viscount of Bésemai. Besemai, a beautiful woman with black hair, was the only one of the six viscounts, and her face exuded confidence that was not inferior to that of a man.

The territorial war between the Fergus family and the Oliver family ended with the victory of the Fergus family and the huge compensation of the Oliver family, but the impact of this war is far from over.

The contradiction between the two families has intensified, and for a long time to come, the open and secret struggle between the two families will become extremely fierce.

The Oliver family would not simply swallow this breath, and the Fergus family would not just let go of the family who wanted to assassinate their own children.

The results of this battle had been transmitted to the powerful nobles of the marquis through various channels almost on the same day, and even the aristocratic families who were a little farther away had already received the news in the early morning of the next day.

It can be seen that other families attach great importance to this news, and the territorial war between the two viscount families can no longer be regarded as a trivial matter in the marquisate.

For this battle, the Locke family, the Bessemat family, the Shelly family, and the Rychens family, the four heads of the family who also have the "Earl's Dispute" family with the Fergus family and the Oliver family, have different opinions, but there is no doubt that the four families will inevitably have some strategic adjustments in the future.

In contrast, a few days later, it was rumored that the former Lord Heck's family was completely wiped out overnight, including the servants, and more than 30 people were spared, but few families paid attention.

The nobles who heard the news just smiled indifferently, they were just victims of the game between the two families.

Gray did not know about the aftermath of the territorial war between the Fergus family and the Oliver family, and with his current intelligence gathering methods, he was far from being able to reach the territory outside the Viscount of Fergus, and Viscount Fergus obviously had no intention of involving him in this regard for the time being.

He still insisted on cultivating every day, and then he lived a life that he had greatly envied in his previous life.

Dressed in expensive high-end clothes, accompanied by a beautiful maid at all times of the day, any need, even physical needs, can be satisfied.

If it weren't for the fact that this body was still too young, Gray estimated that he might not be able to hold it for a long time.

Enjoy the daily meals prepared by the castle's own chef, and a single meal can eat up the living expenses of ordinary civilians for months.

Occasionally, I would come to the horse farm next to the castle and ride a horse on the horse farm.

If you are not worried about another assassination, you can also occasionally go to the stone slope forest not too far from Fergus City to participate in the hunt and enjoy the thrill of hunting.

This kind of life is too extravagant, at least from the perspective of his previous life.

The only displeasure is probably that the crisis is far from over.

As long as the Oliver family is not destroyed, the crisis will not be resolved, and if there is a chance to kill him, the Oliver family will definitely not hesitate to strike again.

Moreover, even if the Oliver family is destroyed, there will be crises from other viscountdoms.

The Marquis of Sidney has a total of six viscount families, excluding the Fergus family and the Oliver family, and four families, and these four families will probably not hesitate to kill him if they have the opportunity.

In the morning, the south of the castle faces the open space where Gray usually practiced.

Gray has his feet apart, his knees bent, half-squatting, his body leaning forward and bending, his hands naturally drooping, palms down, his head raised, his eyes looking into a lookout shape, and his eyes looking into the distance.

He remained motionless, like a wind wolf crawling waiting for its prey.

Within his body, bursts of numbness spread throughout his body, as if there was sea water rippling in his body.

Every time he rippled, his physical fitness would be slightly enhanced, and this was the wind wolf bloodline implanted in his body that was tempering his body with the blood cultivation posture.

There was already a lot of sweat sliding down his forehead, this was the third time he had cultivated the blood method, and he had been in this position for a long time.

Time passed by second, and finally, he moved from his stillness, stood up, stretched his muscles, and suddenly made a crackling sound like popping beans all over his body.

"The third time the first cultivation posture has been cultivated, the next time you can start the cultivation of the second cultivation posture."

He said it rather casually, but the words he said were enough to shock Viscount Fergus and even the entire castle.

It has been less than half a month since Viscount Fergus last asked, but he has been able to go from the original third time that he could only hold on to the first posture for six minutes, to the current ten minutes of persistence, and complete the third and first cultivation posture.

This speed of progress can be called terrifying, and if you continue to cultivate at this rate of progress, even if you don't take the precious thing that can speed up your cultivation without taking the blood of a blood beast, you will be able to complete the third cultivation at most, and improve your strength to a mid-level blood warrior.

And with the assistance of the blood beast's blood, this time will undoubtedly be greatly shortened, and it should be enough to be shortened to within two months.

Carefully calculated, it has not been more than 20 days since he became a lower-level blood warrior, and if there is no accident, it will take him at most three months to cultivate from a lower-level blood warrior to a middle-rank blood warrior.

Gray didn't know how long it took Viscount Fergus to cultivate from a lower blood warrior to a middle blood warrior, but Gray knew how long it took Bernal to cultivate from a lower blood warrior to a middle blood warrior.

Four years, it took four years, that is to say, his current cultivation speed is at least ten times more than that of Bernal, you can imagine how terrifying his current cultivation speed is.

"Master Gray, please wipe your sweat!"

Seeing that Gray had stopped practicing, Barbara, the maid who was waiting in the distance, stepped forward and respectfully handed over the towel.

She was dressed in a black and white maid's outfit, with a headband wrapped in white cloth on her head, fair skin, and slender legs, and was among the most beautiful among the many maids in the castle.

"Hmm."

Gray wiped the sweat from his forehead and returned the towel to the maid Barbara.

He glanced at the open space where he usually cultivated, because it was in the middle of nowhere, and the castle was too big, it was difficult for the servants to be able to clean every corner of the castle, and the stone slab he smashed with one punch last time had not been replaced.

At the same time, there was a lot of dust accumulated on the ground, and every time I cultivated, it was inevitable that dust would be raised.

He frowned slightly, and immediately commanded.

"Let someone replace this slate, and then let someone clean this place every day, the replacement of the slate is best completed before this afternoon, and I will still practice in the afternoon."

"Knowing Master Gray, I'll have someone inform Butler Nick and let him arrange it."

The maid Barbara nodded, with the importance of Gray in the castle now, this request, as long as he said it, the butler would naturally arrange it obediently.

Then she said in a slightly playful voice.

"However, Young Master Gray, you may not be able to cultivate this afternoon?"

After spending so much time with Gray, she had already discovered that Gray was a very good person to get along with, so when it was only her and Gray, she would occasionally speak in this kind of sell-off tone.

"Well, why?"

Gray was puzzled, and he thought about it carefully, but he didn't remember what special arrangements he had for this afternoon.

"It's Saturday, and in the afternoon you're going to go with Miss Sarah to Lady Emma in Fergus City to learn the noble dance."

It's rare to see Gray also confused, Barbara laughed.

"Uh, it's Saturday today?"

Gray then learned that it was Saturday.

The world had a seven-day schedule like his previous life, but Gray rarely paid attention to the day of the week.

In his previous life, when he was studying, he was particularly sensitive to the day of the week, after all, it was related to the holiday.

After he went to work, he didn't pay attention to the day of the week, because his job at that time was a rotation system, not a kind of rest on Saturdays and Sundays every week.