Landlord World - Start with SSS talent-Chapter 83: Noan is chilling

The next day, the atmosphere in the area became even heavier.

Caleb declared that the monster within the food forest was extremely powerful, and no one could defeat it—not even himself.

Because of this, he decided to grant everyone the freedom to enter the forest. Whoever could gather food would depend entirely on their abilities. However, Caleb would not care whether they lived or died or offered them any protection.

Meanwhile, Caleb blocked the entrance to the river, and everyone was still required to abide by the existing rules. However, the toll to access the river was slightly reduced.

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Upon hearing this, though fear gripped many, a few reckless individuals still saw this as an opportunity to obtain more food.

Some did not believe Caleb’s words, thinking he was merely trying to scare them.

Of course, Caleb did not care whether the Lords believed him.

If they entered the forest, their survival would depend entirely on their skills and luck.

If they lived, they were fortunate enough to avoid encountering the monster. If they died, all the better—it would reduce the number of Lords in the area, making them easier for him to manage.

After all, new Lords would be sent daily to this region, so losing a few would not affect him in the slightest.

Naturally, he also needed to reassure his subordinates. This matter was far too serious—if his men grew uneasy, they might betray him.

While chaos raged outside, Noan’s Domain remained peaceful.

From the outside, Noan’s territory was a simple, small house. But only upon stepping through the main door would it reveal an entirely different space.

At that moment, he was seated on a cushioned chair woven by Zhisse, while above him, a Skeleton held an umbrella to shield him from the sun.

His domain was now vastly different from before, having expanded many times.

All around were beautiful flowers and lush grass, creating a sense of tranquillity for anyone who saw it.

In the distance, five men and five women had begun sowing seeds and planting trees. Some were even building a small pen to raise rabbits and deer.

Their appearances bore a certain resemblance to being siblings.

Indeed, they were the NPCs that Noan had summoned using the NPC Summoning Card.

Although these NPCs had no combat abilities, they were proficient in many professions, particularly farming and crafting.

The female NPCs could cook and raise animals, while the male NPCs possessed construction skills. Their abilities were flawless, leaving Noan with no doubt about their capabilities.

And, of course, their loyalty was absolute.

Outside, the Lords struggled with food and water, forced to take risks to secure sustenance.

However, Noan lived an incredibly relaxed life in this place, as if the outside world were a hellscape, while this place was a paradise.

Though he still had two architectural blueprints left unused, he was in no hurry.

After all, he lacked the necessary materials for construction at the moment, so he could only wait.

"Master!"

Suddenly, a Skeleton clad in a black cloak rushed toward him before kneeling by his side, sobbing as he spoke.

"Master, Urlgan doesn’t like me."

Malrik’s voice was filled with grievance and pain. "He even used a club to hit me. Thankfully, I ran fast enough—otherwise, he might have smashed me to death."

"Ah, no! I’m already dead. But if I hadn’t run quickly, this skeleton of mine would have been shattered to pieces."

"Master, you must seek justice for me! He is so rude. Orcs are crude creatures—I don’t think he will be as loyal to you as I am."

"I have an idea—why don’t we just throw him away? You already have me, Master, so you don’t need him, right?"

Noan: "..."

He sighed, feeling a headache coming on.

Malrik was good at everything—he was intelligent, skilled in strategy, knowledgeable in various strange magical arts, and even capable of summoning the souls of the dead.

Thanks to that magic, Noan could scavenge all the resources left behind by deceased Lords.

However, there was one problem—Malrik talked too much.

Damn it! The moment he appeared, he spoke more words than Noan did all day.

"Can you be quiet for a moment?" Noan sighed and said, "Urlgan was just joking. He wouldn’t attack you."

"Master!" Malrik cried out, "Why are you defending him? Do you not like me anymore?"

Noan: "..."

Damn it!

For a moment, Noan considered dismantling Malrik into countless pieces like a Lego set.

Holding his forehead, he tried to calm himself and said, "If you talked less, maybe he wouldn’t hit you."

"What?!"

Malrik looked as if he had just heard something earth-shattering.

Noan: "..."

’Oy! Where did that handkerchief come from?’

Noan was baffled as he watched Malrik sitting on the ground, biting down on a handkerchief like a wronged maiden who had just suffered some great injustice.

Noan sighed and said, "Alright! I won’t let him hit you again, okay?"

"Hahahaha… I knew Master still loves me."

"I’m not gay!"

"Master! Don’t you think I’m an adorable lady?"

"I have no interest in a skeleton."

Malrik: "..."

He sat there hugging his knees, drawing circles on the ground.

Zhisse the Second frowned when she saw this scene.

Even though Malrik’s behaviour was incredibly foolish, she felt her soul was being corroded by dark and sinister energy every time she looked at him.

It was an extremely unsettling feeling. More than that, if she looked directly into Malrik’s eyes, it felt as though her soul was burning.

Zhisse was sure Malrik was abnormal, but she had no concrete evidence.

Ultimately, she could only try her best to avoid contact with him.

’I hope the owner of this body isn’t foolish enough to get involved with Malrik.’ Zhisse thought to herself. ’That kid is really lucky—the monsters he summons are all bizarre.’

’Looks like... I need to be more cautious. The plan to kill him in the future must be carefully calculated; otherwise, I might end up dead instead.’

She glanced down at the legs weaving fabric as she thought, feeling a slight sense of exhaustion.

’Alright, thinking too much won’t do any good. For now, I should just enjoy this time. When I evolve to a higher rank, I’ll find a way to break the contract later.’

At that moment, Vylyss appeared.

As usual, she sat on Noan’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. In a seductive voice, she whispered, "Master, do you miss me?"

Noan: "..."

He felt an intense headache coming on. He had just dealt with Malrik, and now Vylyss had appeared.

Sometimes, he thought having monsters like Caleb’s Stone Golems wouldn’t be so bad.

They followed orders without talking back, and, most importantly, they couldn’t "drain" him dry every day.

"Alright!" Noan sighed. "What do you want? Just say it."

"Master…" Vylyss pouted, her expression full of playful sulkiness. "You’re so cold."

"Vylyss, not today. You already drained me dry yesterday. If we continue, I might die."

"Hehehehe…" Vylyss giggled at his words. "Master, don’t worry. I know how to control myself."

Noan: "..."

If you knew how to control yourself, you wouldn’t have drained me dry in the first place.

Last night, he had genuinely felt like he was on the verge of death—almost knocking on heaven’s door.

It was terrifying. It was dangerous.

He had thought that, lately, he had grown stronger and could last longer.

But he never expected that after evolving to Rank B, she would become even more monstrous than before.

In just two hours, he had completely surrendered, unable to go on any longer.

Zhisse the Second, who had been seriously weaving fabric, saw the scene unfold and immediately grew furious. She cursed internally:

"Huh! You two degenerates—I curse you with impotence! May you never do filthy things again!"

"Master," Vylyss continued, "do you want me to kill everyone who enters the forest?"

Noan frowned at her words and shook his head. "No need. Let them harvest some food. But from time to time, we should make them pay a price."

"For example… if five people enter the forest, only three or four should make it back."

"Hehehe…" Vylyss giggled mischievously. "Master, you’re so wicked."

As she laughed, her wet, serpentine tongue slithered along Noan’s neck.

Zhisse the Second, witnessing the scene, immediately cursed both Noan and Vylyss as shameless creatures before turning her focus back to her work.

The first time, she had been thoroughly disgusted.

The second time, she was still disgusted.

The third time, though still repulsed, she didn’t want to care anymore.

"Master, would you like me to eliminate some of the zombies in the forest?"

"You mean the 5,000 zombies behind the food forest?"

"Hahaha…" Vylyss chuckled seductively, bringing her lips close to his ear as she whispered, "Master, their numbers have already grown to more than 6,000."