The Golden Lord has a perverted SSS-rank summoning system!-Chapter 18: I told you I’d turn you into a man, right?

[Goldenveil’s loyalty has increased by 30 points!]

[Your citizens fervently chant your name, +3 prestige points]

[Congratulations, you are now an intermediate knight!]

[Goldenveil’s attractiveness has increased slightly, you will now receive more people per week!]

[GoldenVeil’s prosperity has increased, its population is happier, and you will now receive more people per week!]

A big smile spread across Ethan’s face as he listened to his people chant his name, over and over again.

It was a strange feeling.

He still remembered the first time his father took him to meet his people.

At the time, Ethan was a twenty-year-old man inhabiting the body of a child barely seven years old, long before the system began tormenting him with crazy missions.

Still, he remembered well the smile that dominated his father’s face as the people chanted his name.

Was that the same smile that took over his face now?

He hoped it was.

Of course, not everyone was happy about it.

The common people were not difficult to please.

They liked good beer, bountiful harvests, good music, and beautiful women.

If a Lord offered them that, they would be happy, fight his wars, and sing ballads in his name.

Unfortunately, there were those men who wanted more than prosperity.

Alaric was like that, Ulric was like that, and apparently all ten members of the guard were like that too, rotten men with no value beyond their endless greed.

Whatever they wanted from that miserable settlement, they were willing to kill every last one of those people for it.

Sighing, Ethan removed the rest of the seeds from the system inventory, large, heavy sacks falling to the floor with a thud.

Accompanying them, dozens of new tools appeared, of transcendental quality in the eyes of the people of Goldenveil.

"You must fill our warehouses for the winter. First, give preference to grains suitable for long-term storage, and then the rest. Don’t disappoint me."

The moment Ethan’s voice fell, the people advanced.

Hunters, woodcutters, fishermen, even the baker.

No one was left out, planting the grains carefully, some even searching for seeds they had stored at home.

Right from the first harvest, they took the equivalent of more than four tons of grain, all healthy and perfect, enough to easily last through a harsh winter.

Obviously, processing such a large amount of food would take a tremendous amount of time, but no one there cared.

They would work all night, not sleep for days if necessary.

No one was even remotely willing to miss this chance.

Ethan turned away, leaving the people to work, locking eyes with Ulric before smiling.

’I’m going to make you regret not killing me the first chance you had. I’m going to make you eat your own guts.’ Ethan flashed a wide smile.

Ulric shuddered as Ethan walked past him.

The old man turned his face toward his son, and the moment he saw that Ethan was far enough away not to hear him, he approached.

"In a month, you will accompany that bastard to exterminate those green skins... he must not return alive." Ulric whispered, his voice sounding like the growl of a bloodthirsty beast.

Alaric heard this and smiled, his lips curling so high they looked like they were about to tear, his eyes falling on Evelyn’s back.

He would kill that damn pretty face and then show that woman and Alice who was boss in this cursed place!

Whatever magic Ethan had used to do that, they would take it from him!

"You know those damn pigs are planning something bad, right? Do you want me to slit their throats while they sleep?" Evelyn asked, watching Ethan’s handsome, calm face.

"Not yet. They’ll probably only act in about a month, when we attack one of the three goblin camps we’ve surrounded." Ethan shook his head.

As soon as he arrived in front of the gates of his mansion, he turned his face back, realizing that Evelyn had stopped.

"What?" he asked, momentarily confused.

Evelyn just looked up, using her fingers to measure the height of the sun in the sky.

After a moment, a big smile spread across her lips and her delicate yet powerful fingers wrapped around Ethan’s shirt, pulling him toward her.

"Come on, I told you I’d turn you into a man, right? It’s still early, we need to start training!" she exclaimed with force and excitement.

Ethan, his face completely swallowed by the deep, fragrant valley of Evelyn’s enormous tits, could only grunt muffledly, struggling to breathe.

Dying like this wouldn’t be so bad, right?

He didn’t even struggle as he was taken to the back of the mansion, where there was a small garden with an open area, just big enough for two people to train together.

"I gave you my first kiss and the first hug from these little beauties, so don’t you dare disappoint me!" Evelyn said, finally releasing Ethan from her embrace, patting her own huge, fat tits gently, controlling their sensual sway.

Ethan just stepped back, watching the scene.

So round, full, and perfect, despite their size. They remained incomparably firm, but soft and squishy.

Maybe he needed to hurry up a little with the mission he had received from the system.