National Fortune Survival: Do you call this Plants vs. Zombies?

Shaking his head, Lide sighed and said, "It's okay, keep going!"

Cross the fields and continue south along the road, and soon crash into the ancient forest.

The road here has only been cleaned briefly, and even Chaofan dare not stay for a long time, for fear of being attacked by zombies and dying without a whole body.

"Be alert! Go fast!" Li De looked at the dark surroundings and ordered immediately.

Faced with the most dangerous road on this trip, they had to rush through it in one go. With their team size of more than 400 people, ordinary zombies would take a detour.

Riding a horse, resupplying on the spot, it will take a day or two to reach the border of Harriet's team in the south...

Harriet's Team, Northern Borderlands, The Last Barony.

As a territory close to the outskirts of the ruins, the style of painting here highlights a barbaric and rough.

The baron's castle stood on the plain, with a small river on one side and a wooden bridge over the small river, and the dark old forest on the other side.

The crops on the field were a little sparse, and some of them fell down directly, and some serfs with withered and yellow complexions were handling them.

"Hey...it's the evil beast again, the nobleman should be angry again..."

A rather old farmer said helplessly as he thumped his back.

"No, I heard that Shuanzi's family underpaid food, and was directly beaten into a bloody man by Master Viscount and hung up..."

"Really? Then he can still live?"

"Hey! Who knows..."

Two serfs were chattering in the field when a well-dressed man walked over with a whip in his hand.

With a vicious look, he yelled at them with contemptuous eyes: "What are you doing? Work for me quickly! If the master knows that you are lazy, you will not be as easy to talk to as I am!"

The two serfs trembled all over, hurried away from each other, lowered their heads to work, and stopped talking.

An Ercha looked at the farmer who was frightened by her, and felt a little relieved.

An catecha is their supervisor.

"This group of guys, if I hadn't persuaded and stopped them, they would have been played to death by that old guy at the end of the wheel. They should be grateful to me!"

He looked around, saw no one was there, and finally muttered something in a low voice.

The words were full of ridicule and abuse towards the ruler of the territory, Viscount Lunmo.

"Hmph! If it wasn't for the fact that her woman is very moist, I would have left here long ago to become rich and wealthy. It is said that the sacred team in the north is very good to players?"

An ercha thought about it, inspected the surrounding fields, and walked towards the fort.

As he approached the fort, An'ercha's expression and appearance changed constantly, from being playful and arrogant at the beginning to restrained, serious and serious.

It was as miraculous as changing his face. When he came to the gate of the city, he looked like a cruel gentleman.

"My lord, are you back from inspection?" The guard at the gate smiled at him respectfully, as if he was the master of this fortress.

"Well, the infestation of zombies last night caused a lot of losses, and I need to deal with it myself."

While speaking in a serious manner, An Ercha took out a coin from his waist and put it in his hand very naturally.

"My lord really worries a lot about the territory, the viscount will be very happy." The guard was also very kind and kept praising him.

An catecha pretended to be very similar, and when the gate opened, every servant in the fortress had him extremely respected.

"Meet the supervisor..."

"Good morning supervisor..."

An Ercha kept nodding along the way, her expression unchanged.

Until he reached the depths of the fortress, he gently knocked on the door.

"Who?" A slightly older voice came from inside the door.

An catecha arrived: "Master, it's me, An catecha."

"Oh... come in." The voice was a little tired and let him come in by himself.

Pushing open the door, a strong scent of incense came oncoming, the corners of An'ercha's eyebrows trembled slightly, and then returned to normal.

"Master, about the outside..."

Like an aborigine from another world, An'ercha pretended to be a noble's butler in every possible way.

Until the end of the round, the baron finally said: "You have done a good job. When I am away, I am very relieved to have you in the territory."

An Ercha frowned, pretending to be worried and asked: "Master, is it possible that the head of the group is going to hold a meeting again?"

The baron at the end of the round has gray hair, a high hairline, and an unshaven beard.

Hearing An'ercha's question, he rubbed his head instantly with a headache, and said angrily, "It's Lotter's team! Their prince is here to ask for the leader's daughter!"

It took a long time at the end of the round, and then I got to the point: "I'm leaving later, and I'll be back in about a week. I'll leave the affairs of the territory to you."

An Ercha immediately stood solemnly, and said with "loyalty" in her eyes: "It is my honor to guard the territory for you!"

Lun Mo was very satisfied with his loyalty and nodded.

Soon, Lunmo rode on his war horse and disappeared on the road with his subordinate knights.

But what he didn't know was that his trusted butler, An Ercha, was taking his wife to "watch the scenery" in the room on the upper floor of the castle.

"Huh... Ma'am, look, the Viscount at the end of the wheel has already left." An catecha was lying on the back of Baroness Baskin, kneading it in her hands, making piston movements non-stop.

Baskin was much younger than the end of the wheel, and the old man had taken a young wife in his own right.

It's a pity that the Viscount at the end of the wheel, who was already too old, could not satisfy Baskin at all.

And Baskin has always hated Lunmo in his heart, so he gave Ancatecha, who was disguised as an aboriginal, an opportunity.

The so-called congenial smell, Baskin's situation is just matched with the XP of catechu.

Otherwise, An'ercha would not have stayed here for more than two years, and has been patiently becoming the butler at the end of the round.

"Humph!"

After a long time, An catecha got down from Baskin's body comfortably, and looked at the noble woman sinking under her crotch, feeling secretly refreshed.

"Is madam well?"

"Hmm..." Ba Sijin's eyes were blurred, he closed his eyes and didn't want to talk, and let An Ercha do what he wanted.

She is not a pure young woman, as the daughter of a nobleman, she has been slutty before.

But for some reason, only Ancatecha can make her feel so stimulated and comfortable...

Of course, An Ercha would not tell her that every time he had an affair with her, he would take the aphrodisiac medicine he bought from the system, and that he was the type that could nourish his body without side effects.

After more than half a year, Baskin has completely fallen into the relationship with him.

An catecha is sure that Baskin can't do without himself, not because of this low-end desire control, but because of psychological changes.

"Heh... Do you really think that I am a scumbag who only learned psychology because the prodigal son turned around?"

The hands kept moving, and the distorted desire and weird reason coexisted in An catecha's eyes.

After everything was over, he hugged Baskin and whispered in her ear: "Hurry up, that old guy at the end of his turn won't live long..."

As the housekeeper at the end of the round, he will handle the aromatherapy in his room, which has already been replaced with chronic/poison.