"Damn it to hell!" Gude rolled his eyes, "Where's my fief? I want to plant it full of bamboo!"
"As for your territory, just ask your lord for it!" The Great Shaman Wei An also rolled his eyes.
"Razor Mountain is your fief! Dear Sir Knight, from now on, Razor Mountain will be renamed 'Sydney City'." Richard raised his glass in a gentlemanly manner and took a small sip of rum.
"I want Dorott." Gude curled his lip.
The Earl almost choked on his words again.
"Just kidding." General Pan winked slyly.
"As for food and vegetables, after I return to Witherspoon, I will solicit donations in the name of the temple. Whatever I can provide, I will." The beautiful snake mentor said, "After this war, the Duchy of Dorott will allocate a large amount of food to you, so you do not need to worry about consumption."
"Mentor, you stay in Witherspoon and sell those spoils for us! We are enough here!" Richard giggled.
For this sentence, the beautiful snake mentor stared at Richard for a long time.
