Chapter 0167: Fly Free, Juan Fu

At the end of October, the weather turned cool.

The atmosphere in the castle became more and more oppressive, mainly because its master, Liszt, was growing increasingly irritable.

Fresh Flower Town was thriving, with more than four hundred new serfs quickly integrating and the autumn harvest yielding large amounts of food each day, stacking the storehouses full.

In such an atmosphere, he should have been happy.

However, the news relayed by the caravans left him quite restless, his tone slightly gloomy, "Abagon, the Fresh Flower Caravan covers so many small towns' seafood businesses and has built such a vast network of information, yet you haven't even found one different species of thorn?"

Abagon knelt on the ground, trembling with fear.

The words of an angry Elite Earth Knight, the extremely dissatisfied attitude of a Domain Overlord, put him under immense pressure.