He soaked for about fifteen minutes, got out of the pool, dried his body with a bath towel, and changed into a clean bathrobe.

Then he called out toward the door, "Come in."

Several maids entered in a single file, carrying essential oils and hot towels in their hands.

The leading maid knelt by the bed, poured essential oil into her palm, rubbed it warm, and then gently pressed it onto Lin Feng's shoulders.

Her technique was indeed very good; the pressure was neither too light nor too heavy, and she found the acupoints accurately.

Lin Feng lay prone on the bed with his eyes closed, feeling his muscles being kneaded open bit by bit. A sore, swelling sensation spread from his shoulders to his back, and then from his back to his waist and legs.

He complained in his heart again: It's actually quite comfortable, but he said nothing out loud.

The massage lasted for about half an hour. The maids packed up their things, bowed, and withdrew.

Lin Feng put on his leather armor and boots and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

The chandelier had already been extinguished, and only the moonlight from outside leaked through the gaps in the curtains, casting a silver-white band of light on the floor.

He rolled over, pulled the quilt up to cover his shoulders, and closed his eyes.

The wind from the snowy mountains blew past the window, making a whirring sound like someone blowing a horn in the distance.

That was the west, the direction of the Orc Army.

In two days, that army would be at the city gates.

His fingers tapped lightly on the quilt twice, and then stopped.

His breathing gradually stabilized, and his consciousness sank into darkness.

At the foot of the snowy mountains, the lights of Kara Holy City went out one by one.

The Elite Soldiers on the training grounds had returned to their barracks, and low snores came from within.

The lights in the Banquet Tower were also out; only the windows of the Council Hall were still lit, where Ali Khan and Hamza were still discussing something.

The night was still long, but the day would eventually break.

...

At around eight o'clock °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° the next morning, Lin Feng woke up in bed.

The wind from the snowy mountains blew past the window, carrying the chill of ice and snow and the sulfurous scent of the hot springs. The two distinct smells mixed together, yet they weren't unpleasant.

He sat up, the quilt sliding off his shoulders. With a thought, he brought up his attribute panel.

There were still 4 free attribute points, saved up from leveling up from level twenty-five to level twenty-nine, which he hadn't used yet.

He had kept them just in case; if the agility bonus from the golden bracelet wasn't enough, he would use the attribute points to make up for it.

But after putting on the phantom wind swap bracelet yesterday, Wind Rhythm added 8 points of agility.

Combined with the bracelet's own 10 points of basic agility and the 3 points from Shadow Step on the shadow dance legguards, he could steadily break through the 60 threshold even without triggering the passive of the windchaser boots.

This was equivalent to having permanent Flight and Wind Pressure Diffusion.

Agility was sufficient for now. With a thought, Lin Feng added all 4 free attribute points to constitution.

A warm current welled up from within his body, flowing through his blood vessels to his four limbs and hundred bones. A subtle cracking sound came from deep within his bones.

His muscle fibers trembled slightly, and a layer of faint golden luster appeared on the surface of his skin before receding.

He looked at the attribute panel again.

【Lord Panel - Lin Feng】

【Hero Template · second promotion General】

【Basic Information】

Name: Lin Feng

Identity: Lord of Fenghuo County

Level: 29

Class: General (Intermediate)

【Life Status】

HP: 3821 / 3821

(constitution 48.7×10+100=587, Heroic Body +1000, Life Fountain increase 40%, Purple Set +1000, Equipment +600 — Final 3821)

【Core Attributes】

constitution: 48.7 (Attribute bonus 130% + Base constitution 19, Equipment bonus 5, can stack to 53.7 during combat)

Strength: 60.2 (Attribute bonus 130% + Base Strength 24, Equipment bonus 5)

Agility: 57 (Attribute bonus 130% + Base Agility 20, Equipment bonus 11, can stack to 65 during combat)

Leadership: 453 / 2500

【Heroic Traits】

Heroic Body: HP +1000, Nightmare Body, Mental Fortress

Desperate Beacon: HP Lock Turnaround

【Class Traits】

Generals Majesty: All self-attributes +100%, bound soldiers ignore distance for Strength +10%, HP +100

Point General: Can appoint Centurions (34/34), Commander of Five Hundreds (7/7)

【Equipment】

Weapon: Purple · Wildfire Spear (Soulbound)

Head: Purple · yellow turban sacrificial officials headband

Chest: Blue · rock-solid chestplate

Waist: Purple · guardian belt

Legs: Purple · shadow dance legguards

Feet: Purple · windchaser boots

Accessory: Gold · golden chain of deception of the false life lord

Accessory: Gold · phantom wind swap bracelet

【Total Defense】

Head: yellow turban sacrificial officials headband +65

Chest: rock-solid chestplate (Blue) +35

Waist: guardian belt (Purple) +50

Legs: shadow dance legguards (Purple) +55

constitution: +48.7

Total Defense: 253.7

Lin Feng's gaze lingered on the line "Chest: Blue · rock-solid chestplate" for a long time.

35 points of defense, +2 to constitution—placed alongside his other purple equipment, it looked completely out of place.

If he could replace it with a purple chestplate oriented toward constitution to push his constitution up, he would be able to break through the 60 threshold even without the help of the Army Formation "Immovable as a Mountain."

By then, with all three attributes breaking sixty, he would achieve at level twenty-nine what others could only do at level forty.

But he currently had no leads on a purple chestplate.

The fifth floor of the Dungeon hadn't been cleared, the Great Wall hadn't been built, and enough Mithril hadn't been collected... Things were coming one after another, so he could only set it aside for now and take it one step at a time.

Lin Feng closed the attribute panel, stood up, and picked up the Wildfire Spear from the bedside.

The ancient seal script runes on the spear's body flowed slowly in the morning light, and the dark red shaft shimmered with a gentle luster.

He tucked the spear behind his back and pushed open the door.

Outside, the maids from last night were still standing in the courtyard, wearing plain long robes and white headscarves, holding trays with teapots, teacups, and several plates of snacks.

Seeing Lin Feng come out, the leading maid curtsied slightly and spoke in a soft voice.

"My Lord, you are awake. Would you like breakfast? The kitchen has prepared snowy mountain milk tea, naan bread, and candied fruits."

Lin Feng waved his hand: "No need, I'll go for a walk first."

The maids didn't ask further, bowing and stepping aside to clear the way.

Lin Feng crossed the courtyard, pushed open the gate, and stepped into the early morning of Kara Holy City.

The sunlight rose from behind the snowy mountains, dyeing the entire city in a golden-red hue.

Behind him, the maids at the courtyard gate were still standing there, whispering to each other as they watched his retreating back.

"This lord from Great Xia is so young..."

"Young and very handsome, too."

"He just said he wouldn't eat breakfast; is it because he thinks what we prepared isn't good enough?"

"Don't make blind guesses; the Lord has his own arrangements."

Lin Feng did not hear any of this.

He had already walked far away, his figure disappearing into the bustling crowd of the East District.

The market in the East District had already opened. Colorful sacks were piled in front of spice shops, and intricately woven rugs hung at the entrances of carpet shops.

There were significantly more pedestrians on the street than yesterday, but every face bore the same solemnity.