Farming with Entries: From Lord to Emperor-Chapter 356 - 212: Wildcat Howl

Ignoring it, Vika went directly around to the back of the tavern and found a low wooden fence.

He squatted down, inspecting the gaps in the fence to ensure there were no traps.

Vika waved his hand, and two clan members grasped the top of the fence with their claws, nimbly flipping over and landing in the backyard.

A soft meow sounded, signaling no danger or enemies.

Immediately, Vika led the others stealthily into the backyard.

The backyard was spacious, piled with barrels and firewood.

On both sides were the kitchen, warehouse, and stables, while directly ahead was the lodge.

Vika squinted his eyes and saw a faint glow through the crack in the door.

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"Damn! This damn place is really cold!"

In the lobby on the first floor of the lodge, a tall soldier sat by the brazier, rubbing his hands.

"Isn’t it spring now? Why is it so cold? It’s freezing."

He exhaled a breath of white air and stomped his feet, trying to dispel the chill at his toes.

"I don’t understand why people live in a place like this."

"Stop complaining."

Another soldier companion yawned long, "We’ll leave as soon as we’re done here, we won’t stay long."

The tall soldier laughed coldly: "Heh, that’s what you said last time, and we got rejected by Viscountess Giant Bear."

He added a log to the brazier, "Here we are again, in a place colder than Giant Bear Territory."

"If Baron Ace of Hawk Territory doesn’t agree this time, we’ll probably have to keep negotiating."

The tall soldier stirred the logs in the brazier,

"If he agrees, are we supposed to go warn that Desert baron to bring Avril back?"

"How did this crappy task fall on us?"

The tall soldier got angrier as he spoke, unable to resist spitting.

"I don’t get it, Avril’s already involved with that damned baron, why does the lady care who she finds for her?"

"It’s a noble power play, of course you wouldn’t understand."

The soldier companion laughed disdainfully, placing a hand on his waist: "Alright, stop complaining, I’m tired as hell."

"You keep watch for a bit, I’m going to sleep."

"Fine, fine, go sleep, there’s no danger in this crappy place anyway."

The tall soldier waved his hand: "I’ll take over the latter half of the night."

Just as he finished speaking, his companion replied with snores.

"Damn."

The tall soldier spat again, picked up a bag, and took a swig of liquor.

The orange firelight danced, casting flickering shadows across his face.

"Thud!"

A slight tapping sound rang out, the tall soldier swiftly turned his head,

"Who’s there!"

The tall soldier’s hand moved to the sword at his waist, just about to wake his companion, when a few cat meows came from outside.

"Damn stray cats."

The tall soldier cursed and released his grip.

Just as he was about to take another swig from his water bag,

"Meow—"

The cat call sounded again, sharp and urgent, like a baby’s cry mixed with a low growl.

The sound was piercing, able to cut through the night’s silence, rising and falling, like a call, but also a complaint.

The tall soldier couldn’t help but get frustrated,

"Damn! Are these stray cats really in heat in such cold weather?"

The tall soldier, unable to stand it anymore, grabbed his sword and quickly walked to the door, pushing it open and stepping over the threshold,

"You damn horny cats, if I find you, I’ll chop your whole butt off..."

"Pfft!"

The tall soldier’s voice abruptly turned into a short gurgle, like a cat meow cut off!

His hand instinctively reached for his neck as blood gushed between his fingers, warm and sticky.

"Gurgle..."

The tall soldier wanted to say something else, but could no longer control his body, falling straight to the ground.

Two figures immediately darted from the shadows on either side, catching the soldier’s body silently and placing it on the ground.

At that moment, Vika, hanging upside down above the doorway, released his foot claws and flipped down silently.

"Insult Lord Luo De?"

Vika snorted, not admiring his handiwork, and flicked the blood-stained Dagger forward,

"Let them hear the sound of the Mountain Cat, kill."

The Mountain Cat People swept past like the wind, shadows flickering against the wall in the firelight.

The Dagger’s cold light flashed, another watch soldier’s throat spurted blood, his snores stopping abruptly, dying quietly in his sleep.

The Mountain Cat People then silently darted upstairs, picking locks with their daggers, reaping lives like a grim specter.

With the lesson learned last time, Vika forbade anyone from speaking, only slaughter.

Without any surprises, the other four also died in their sleep.

The entire place reeked of blood, the crackling of the brazier the only sound.

Thankfully, besides these six, there was no one else in the lodge.

Otherwise, Vika wouldn’t mind killing a few more.

Because the Lord had ordered that he and his people should not be exposed.

"Take all their coins and armor, Xue Rui says the Lords like that stuff."

Vika ordered softly, the clan members quickly looting the lodge.

Moments later, Lai Te handed a letter to Vika.

The envelope was made of thick parchment, its edges neatly trimmed.

The surface felt smooth, exuding a faint scent of pine resin.

The seal was tightly sealed with wax, bearing a noble emblem.

Unfortunately, Vika could not understand the writing or emblem.

But Vika knew it must be important, a noble’s letter.

Vika carefully tucked the letter into his breast, gesturing with his hand,

"Clean up all traces, withdraw."