Farming with Entries: From Lord to Emperor

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Frost Castle.

The howling cold wind carried snowflakes like goose feathers, piercing through the gaps of the drafty windows into the hall.

The wood in the fireplace crackled in the flames.

The hall was deathly silent, so quiet that the sound of each person's breathing could be heard.

Winnie sat on the high-backed chair by the side of the long table, her fingers gripping the armrest tightly, her knuckles slightly whitening.

Almost tearing off a piece of wood from the armrest.

The long table was flanked by noble lords, their expressions varied.

Some with furrowed brows and sharp gazes.

Others fiddling with their fingers, restless and anxious, occasionally glancing at the door at the end of the hall, as if they wanted to stare a hole through it.

Everyone was waiting for the final result.

Waiting for the news that would decide the fate of the Cold Blade Clan.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Every instant felt as long as a century.

The wind and snow outside grew heavier, sharp whistles coming through the drafty gaps.

Suddenly, a biting chill surged into the hall.

The door was flung open,

"Bang!"

The sound of the door hitting the wall was particularly loud in the silent hall.

All eyes instantly focused there.

The guard strode in quickly, unable to hide his excitement on his face.

"Viscount! Good news!"

Winnie suddenly stood up from the chair, her voice trembling, eyes full of expectation staring at the guard,

"Speak! Quickly!"

Her voice quivered.

The guard took a deep breath, reporting rapidly,

"According to scouts' reports from the front line, the troops from the White Deer Territory are retreating!"

"The troops at the Eagle Ridge border are also retreating!"

"They retreated in such a rushed and chaotic manner, abandoning their camps completely!"

"Tents are still standing, campfires just extinguished, but the people are gone!"

"Our scouts say that people have seen their retreat heading north towards Black Pine Ridge!"

Winnie was stunned for a moment, her mind racing at this instant, the gloom on her face quickly replaced by joy,

"If they're retreating, something must have happened!"

Her voice was sharp, "Could it be that our knights have succeeded?!"

"It must be so!"

A tall nobleman slammed the table and rose, "Only if that Luo De is dead will the troops fall into chaos!"

The elderly nobleman sitting in the corner slowly opened his eyes, speaking in a deep voice: "Even if Luo De isn't dead, he's certainly been severely injured."

"Otherwise, the troops wouldn't retreat so hastily."

"An army with a commanding officer that is clear-headed would never abandon their camp and flee in panic."

The old noble's words were immediately recognized by the others.

The nobles exchanged excited glances, nodding repeatedly, relieved smiles appearing on their faces.

Some even began to whisper amongst themselves.

The long-suppressed atmosphere in the hall finally eased, the shroud of gloom gradually dissipating.

This also confirmed Winnie's judgment, making her clench her fists, a confident smile spreading across her face.

The dragon tamer Luo De, who swept across Eagle Ridge and White Deer Territory, has been eradicated!

The crisis for the Cold Blade Clan was nipped in the bud!

All of this was due to her wise decision-making!

Thinking of this, Winnie straightened her posture, her eyes filled with sharpness and pride, scanning each noble present.

Even though many of the nobles present were her elders, Winnie looked down on them all the same.

She had already proved through action that she was not a woman reliant on others.

The present and future of the Cold Blade Clan depended on her!

More than that, she would let everyone know that she was the future heir of this family!

Winnie's mind raced, new ideas quickly emerging!

"Winnie, quickly bring out your finest wine!"

The tall nobleman interrupted Winnie's thoughts, shouting loudly,

"That savage Luo De is finally dead, we must celebrate well!"

The tall nobleman was beaming with excitement, as if he had already seen the dawn of victory.

"Now's not the time for drinking."

Winnie quickly calmed down from her excitement, taking a deep breath, speaking in a deep voice,

"This is a very good opportunity."

"We must seize the moment to pursue them and reclaim all the lost land!"

Winnie's eyes turned sharp, like a predator eyeing its prey,

"Yes! Pursue them!"

The old nobleman emphatically nodded, his wrinkled hands smacking the table to garner attention,

"Eagle Ridge is currently at its weakest."

The old nobleman's voice carried greed, "If we seize this opportunity, we can surely tear a large piece off Eagle Ridge!"

"Great idea!"

The other nobles echoed, making the hall lively again.

"Now that Black Pine Ridge is without a lord, it's certainly at its most vulnerable."

A nobleman said excitedly: "We might even be able to take Frost Leaf Town!"

Another nobleman's eyes sparkled,

"Seize the opportunity to launch a flank ambush, capture more slaves, and have a prosperous winter!"

"Viscount Wenner, your idea is truly wonderful!"

Someone began to flatter.

The nobles spoke eagerly, as if they had already seen vast lands and countless slaves.

Just when everyone's faces were filled with greed, a middle-aged nobleman in a dark gray robe slowly stood up.

"Wait, everyone."

The middle-aged nobleman frowned, waving his hand,

"I have a question."

Gradually, the hall's noise quieted down, the excited discussions fading away.

All eyes gathered on him.