Monster Girl Development Master

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The dwarf girl is like this: an ordinary person might not be able to last an hour fighting like this, but the dwarf girl can go on like this for a whole day!

……

Zhuang Sen followed the sound of hammering to the blacksmith's shop and immediately saw Nia, drenched in sweat, her clothes soaked through, revealing glimpses of her fair skin. Feeling a pang of sympathy, he quickly went over to her: "Nia, take a rest. We're about to set off; Knight Harper and the others are already here."

Nia tilted her head back to let Zhuang Sen wipe her sweat, her round eyes narrowing into slits, looking incredibly cute. Zhuang Sen's already gentle movements became even more careful, as if he were wiping away some fragile, priceless treasure.

Nia sensed Zhuang Sen's concern and smiled even more brightly, but her hands didn't stop moving. She just said happily, "Don't worry, Zhuang Sen, it'll be done soon. With this, those rubbish produced by the Church of War are not worth mentioning at all!"

Even with her eyes half-closed, the dwarf girl could still perform the forging perfectly.

Zhuang Sen finally wiped his legal little girl's face clean and looked at what she was tapping. Zhuang Sen was quite curious about what this product was that could make Nia so confident and even make such a bold statement.

Looking at the breastplate armor on the iron saddle, Zhuang Sen fell into a brief silence, then asked, "Is this plate armor?"

"Oh right~ So you also obtained its forging method yesterday, Zhuang Sen?" Nia continued to tap rapidly and answered Zhuang Sen's question loudly.

Zhuang Sen shook his head: "No, I only recognize it. So, you obtained the plate armor forging method from the inheritance yesterday?"

"Yes~ it was you, Zhuang Sen, who headbutted that weird dwarf..." Nia's voice suddenly lowered as she recalled yesterday's scene, which reminded her of her final escape. If she had persevered, perhaps she could have gained more and better knowledge, and also improved her bloodline development.

Anyway, she was going to do *that* with Zhuang Sen sooner or later anyway.

However, that size... well, I wonder if it would be better if Zhuang Sen were in dwarf form? It probably would, since his height has changed so much, his body should change too!

There must be!

Miss Nia, who was worried about her life's most important event and knew she would probably only ever be a dwarf, was also very nervous.

Zhuang Sen wasn't so anxious; he was just wondering if this... counted as payment for his prostitution?

After all, Dantalian didn't gain any extra knowledge from the Lamia legacy.

"..." Oh well, if it is, it is. Anyway, it's not like we're selling hooks, and it's just an illusion.

Zhuang Sen convinced himself that seeing Nia still focused on forging, he didn't disturb her anymore. He would just occasionally take a towel to wipe her sweat and then touch her face and waist as a reward.

After a few minutes, Nia finally put down the hammer: "Alright, the shaping is complete!"

A set of plate armor is made up of a large number of metal plates, which are connected by belts and rivets. It cannot be completed in one go, at least not Nia can do that right now.

Zhuang Sen looked at the metal plate on the iron saddle. The steel plate, about three millimeters thick, had been hammered into a clever arc, forming a shape similar to a chicken breast. This could effectively buffer attacks and deflect arrows, making it much more defensive than chainmail and scale armor.

On another note, the dwarf woman is indeed a born blacksmith, capable of forging such a fine breastplate all by herself in a single night. It's just that Zhuang Sen is a little reluctant to do so. He originally intended to recruit cattle and horses, but now that they've become his incredibly adorable wife, he's a bit less inclined to exploit her... although this hardly counts as exploitation for the dwarf woman.

Forging iron makes them happy!

However, on the other hand, it's a waste to let Nia focus her energy on such ordinary weaponry. Perhaps we could consider recruiting more blacksmiths, which would require adjusting the manpower that was originally prepared.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Confession

"How is it, Zhuang Sen? Is the quality alright?"

Nia looked up at Zhuang Sen, her face full of anticipation. Although she was confident in the plate armor she had forged, both as a dwarf woman and as the daughter of a blacksmith family, she was still very nervous about Zhuang Sen's opinion.

Zhuang Sen shifted his gaze from the breastplate to Nia's face, which was beaming with pride. He wanted to tease her a little, but then decided against it and instead patted her head with a smile: "Well done, Nia, we're sure to win this time. I knew you were the best!"

Zhuang Sen wasn't just trying to appease Nia. Plate armor had an overwhelming advantage over scale armor and chainmail, especially in terms of appearance. Compared to messy chainmail that would turn black over time, a clean, well-finished set of plate armor would definitely make noble lords spend a fortune. Moreover, it could be used to forge magic iron plate armor, which would only be more effective.

Hearing Zhuang Sen's praise, Nia, who had been so boastful before, became shy. However, she was clearly much more comfortable than before, at least she wasn't blushing anymore. After all, she had done all sorts of things and seen all sorts of scenes last night, so this little thing was nothing.

Zhuang Sen pinched the little one's grinning face, then changed his tone: "Nia, I forgot to mention last night, but I actually have other development methods~"

Upon hearing the keywords "last night" and "developing bloodlines," Nia's body stiffened slightly: "Want to...want to do it again?"

"It's not a legacy; you can only use it once per awakening stage." Zhuang Sen picked up the little cutie who had put down the hammer, and the latter relaxed a little and skillfully hugged Zhuang Sen's neck.

So cute, let me give you a kiss.

Having successfully turned Nia's face red again, Zhuang Sen carried the little one to the small hut next to the blacksmith's shop. This was a place for the blacksmith to rest and temporarily store supplies. Although it was simple, it had everything a family should have. After Nia took over the blacksmith's shop, everything was replaced with brand new equipment.

Although it won't be needed again soon, it's still usable for now.

After placing Nia on the bed, Zhuang Sen found a clean silver cup, pulled out the dagger he always carried, and slashed his palm.

“Zhuang Sen, you…” Nia sat up worriedly, but before she could get out of bed, an enticing aroma wafted over, making her swallow hard.

"Zhuang Sen, what's this?"

"The other way to enhance bloodline that I mentioned earlier is actually to drink my blood." Zhuang Sen looked at the cup and saw that it was almost half full of blood, so he used [Heal] to stop the wound on his palm.

Then he picked up the silver cup, sat down next to Nia, put one arm around her waist, and brought the silver cup to her lips with the other: "It may taste a little bad, but this is much more convenient than finding treasures or potions suitable for dwarves."

Nia glanced at the bright red blood, which smelled incredibly tempting and tasted better than anything she had ever eaten or seen. She struggled to resist the urge to drink it all in one gulp and looked at Zhuang Sen with utmost seriousness: "Zhuang Sen, this won't do you any harm, will it?"

Nia longs to become stronger. As a low-ranking noble, she understands the importance of power. As Zhuang Sen's wife, she also wants to be able to help him as much as possible. However, she cannot do this at the expense of Zhuang Sen's interests. She is not the kind of uneducated fool who only knows herself.

Even if Zhuang Sen seemed willing, it wouldn't matter, because she now genuinely felt affection for him, not just for personal gain. She was just a young girl who understood the rules of aristocratic circles; she had some cunning, but she was mostly innocent and kind. It was impossible for her not to be moved by Zhuang Sen's earnest feelings over the past two days.

Therefore, she really didn't want Zhuang Sen to hurt himself.

Zhuang Sen looked at the girl with her head tilted back. There was no hint of a joke on Xiao Yuan's face, and he was also somewhat moved. Just like when Dantalian stood up for him, making the Church of Vengeance take sides completely, and even personally fighting against the other bloodlines, this feeling of being loved made the smile on Zhuang Sen's face distort. He wanted to cry, but he also wanted to laugh.

Finally, he pinched Nia's slender waist, breaking the girl's serious expression, and said affectionately, "Silly girl, I have healing abilities. This little bit of blood is nothing compared to you. Besides, I know my limits; you see, I didn't fill your cup to the brim."

Zhuang Sen was still a little shy, and his words were subconsciously evasive, completely different from his usual boldness in casually talking to strangers. However, he wasn't lying; losing 300cc of blood every day was no problem for him, and even if it was more, it would just be a matter of replenishing his blood.

Nia didn't feel bad at all, because she had been just as shy before, so she chuckled to herself and even dared to tease, "By the way, Zhuang Sen, has Dantalian also had it?"

Zhuang Sen saw Nia's round face brighten instantly and smiled too. He fed her the wine glass, watched her obediently drink it, then leaned down and whispered in her small ear, "Nia is the first person to say that to me, oh, I love you~"

Nia's face flushed instantly. Her hands, holding the wine glass, exerted force briefly, squeezing the delicate silver glass flat. If she hadn't restrained herself at the last moment, she would have almost spat out the sweet blood she had just tasted.

Seriously! This is so unfair!!!

After quickly finishing the blood, the girl buried her head in... After hesitating for a moment, she finally chose Zhuang Sen's embrace in front of the brand-new, untouched bed.

This is just because I didn't want to clean it up later, don't misunderstand!

Watching the girl's swaying pink buttocks, Zhuang Sen imagined her sobs and then wrapped his arms around her waist. The silver wine cup, trampled and abandoned, fell to the ground, making a sound of accusation, but the two murderers showed no remorse whatsoever, simply embracing each other, enjoying each other's scent and the thrill of their love.

Dwarven bloodline: 15%–18%

New illustration content has been unlocked.

[Bloodline progress synchronized and completed]

[Bloodline of the Unranked Angels: 15% - 18%]

New illustration content has been unlocked.

Hearing the system's voice, Zhuang Sen didn't open the check. Instead, he looked down at Nia, who had secretly turned around and was peeking at him.

Silly girl, you even dare to look at things from a deathly angle.

Zhuang Sen pinched the fleshy buttocks beside him; they were incredibly elastic and full of youthful collagen.

"No, it itches!"

Nia twisted her waist and leaned her head against Zhuang Sen's lower abdomen again.

Zhuang Sen stopped what he was doing, and pulled Nia's legs, which were hanging over the edge of the bed, onto the bed. Her fair and delicate feet, freed from her boots, curled up slightly, making them look even more adorable. Although Zhuang Sen didn't have a particular fondness for jade feet, preferring breasts and buttocks, he had to admit that these crystal-clear, fair and delicate feet were indeed a treasure trove.

Moreover, it had absolutely no odor, and received rave reviews.

"Um, Zhuang Sen~"

"Ok?"

Zhuang Sen shifted his gaze from the jade-like feet, which seemed to be turning red as well, and returned it to Nia. The moment he lowered his head, Nia suddenly sat up and kissed him on the cheek. As the moist, soft scent touched Zhuang Sen's face, a soft whisper pierced his heart: "I love you too, darling~"

The author says:

Author's Note: Going to the manor tomorrow~ Also, I'd like to recommend a friend's book, the one who helped me with the map exploration. It's been published on this site. The title is "The Oracle Deceiver," and it's about binding beautiful girls to a tagged world and exploiting their abilities~

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Thorn Manor

Horse hooves trampled the grass, wheels rolled over the mud, and on the narrow country road, villagers, frightened, hid in the woods on both sides of the road, cautiously casting their varied glances at the approaching large procession from behind the tall trees.

They looked with awe at the guards patrolling beside the carriages, clad in chainmail and carrying longswords and warhammers, wondering what was inside the crates of the three cargo wagons that required such an elite force for protection. They were even more curious about who was seated in the first, exceptionally luxurious carriage.

This was none other than Zhuang Sen, who was on his way to take up his new post at Thorn Manor.

He strictly adhered to Count Cross's rule that he could only bring twenty people and five hundred gold coins worth of supplies. He only brought twelve vengeful female warriors rented from the Temple of Aranta, four ordinary blacksmiths willing to be hired, and one loyal and reliable female accountant who had worked for Lady Lia for a long time. That made up seventeen people in total.

The remaining three were, of course, his lovely Nia, and his parents-in-law, Sir Rom Harper and Mrs. Mary Harper.

Of the 500 gold coins' worth of supplies, aside from some basic tools, the rest were all ores—his recruitment of the Harper family was no secret, so buying ores was normal. However, Zhuang Sen believed that those people certainly didn't know what a dwarf blacksmith could do.

Zhuang Sen thought to himself and pinched Nia's cheek in his arms.

The latter was completely used to Zhuang Sen's groping, her face not even blushing. She just wiggled her little bottom, like a cat trying to find a comfortable little nest. She quickly found a comfortable angle, raised her head, and said lazily and cutely, "Zhuang Sen, why did you refuse Lady Lydia's request to send Lydia over?"

Due to the rules set by Count Cross, Lady Lydia couldn't come with Johnson, so she initially wanted Lydia to go with Johnson, but Johnson refused.

"Because she needs Lydia's protection more than I do, and Lydia can't protect us anyway." Zhuang Sen actually wanted to use Lydia, but rather than having another trustworthy junior officer under his command, Zhuang Sen preferred to have someone trustworthy to protect his adoptive mother.

Nia hesitated for a moment, then grinned mischievously: "Hey, Zhuang Sen, what do you think of Lydia?"

"That's good. Although she's not a bloodline inheritor, her martial arts skills are solid, making her quite strong among ordinary people. What's even more valuable is her loyalty and obedience."

Nia nuzzled against Zhuang Sen's chest, speechless. "That's not what I meant. I was asking if you have any feelings for Lydia... she's a beauty too, isn't she?"

Zhuang Sen lowered his head and poked his young wife's cheek: "What have you been thinking about all day? You don't have any weird fetishes, do you?"

Since the last dwarf inheritance, Zhuang Sen felt that Nia had become more "generous." He wondered if it was because she was confident of winning after being confessed to, and now she often played matchmaker for Zhuang Sen.

Nia puffed out her cheeks. She didn't have any strange fetishes; she just thought what the dwarf sisters in the previous illusion made a lot of sense. With their small bodies, they couldn't possibly satisfy Zhuang Sen alone. So, they could only find more women for Zhuang Sen to use. That was better than letting him go out and find those lowly prostitutes.

The sharing of dwarf girls is limited to their clanmates.

"Don't change the subject, tell me already~" Nia grabbed Zhuang Sen's arm and pulled him into her ample bosom. "I'll let you in on a secret, Zhuang Sen, Lydia's...well, it's actually quite big too~"

No, you've only been at the manor for a short time, how come you're already so familiar with Lydia? Or do women really have a special talent for socializing?

But Johnson didn't really have any particular thoughts about Lydia, the loyal female knight: "Right now I'm only thinking about a certain dwarf and a nun, I don't have the energy to spare for anything else."

That being said, Johnson did want to help Lydia become a bloodline user so she could better protect their home. Unfortunately, he hadn't yet found a suitable bloodline for her; her compatibility with tall and short people was only 30%, making the success rate too low to gamble on.

"My lord, Thorn Manor is just ahead!"

Rom Harper's voice came from outside the carriage. As a nobleman whose status was only one rank lower than that of Johnson, he naturally became the leader of the other guards and blacksmiths.

Inside the carriage, Nia immediately sat up straight upon hearing her father's voice, making Zhuang Sen want to laugh. After patting the little girl's cheek, Zhuang Sen opened the carriage window and peered ahead.

The seemingly endless forest finally came to an end, revealing a clearing and two low hills. Several flocks of sheep huddled together on the grass at the foot of the hills, while the ragged shepherd's surprised gaze quickly darted down. Beyond the grassland and the sheep lay farmland surrounding the hills, where farmers toiled, their heads lifting at the sound of horses' hooves and wheels, only to quickly lower them again to avoid offending their distinguished guests. And nestled between the two hills, a large estate, enclosed by a thick wooden fence, with a sturdy gate and a towering watchtower, awaited its master.

This is Thorn Manor, theoretically covering a total area of ​​one hundred hectares, nine-tenths of which are wheat fields, with the remainder used for growing vegetables like cabbage and lettuce. It's a very ordinary agricultural manor, and a very unprofitable one at that, because the land is not fertile, and the yields of wheat and vegetables are mediocre. Moreover, its location is remote, bordering the territory of Leon, where bandits could spawn at any time, and even without bandits, one must be wary of ferocious wild beasts. Naturally, no merchants would want to come to such a remote place with no special products.

Essentially, this wasn't a place set up to make money, but rather a self-sustaining boundary marker to prevent neighboring nobles from stealing resources or even encroaching on their land when no one was around. After all, maps of this era weren't as detailed as satellite maps, making them difficult to use as conclusive evidence. Setting up border outposts... it was much cheaper and easier to just leave some farmers here. So as long as they didn't lose money, it didn't matter; any profit was welcome.

The convoy arrived at the manor, or rather, the "wooden castle," but the gates were tightly shut.

This is strange. Zhuang Sen is flying the Black Raven's banner, and Count Cross's orders must have been delivered by the ravens long ago. He shouldn't be treating them as enemies. Besides, his group doesn't seem like they have any ill intentions.

It can only be said that someone deliberately stirred up trouble...

Zhuang Sen stepped out of the carriage and looked at the tense guards behind the wooden wall. Just as he was about to ask a question, a very greasy and unpleasant voice rang out first: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! You idiots! Can't you see that's the Shadow Raven flag? Open the door now!"

The door opened amidst shouts, and a short, stout man with sweat dripping from his forehead like oil greeted them with a smile.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: A Swift Seizure of Power

Neil Leon, 40 years old, a distant member of the Leon family, is the current governor of Thorn Manor.

In terms of seniority, Johnson should call him uncle. He and Clos Leon are of the same generation, but since he had no chance of competing for the earldom, he survived—although he was still exiled to this place.

It's because he's incapable of doing anything else.

However, after seeing it with his own eyes, Zhuang Sen felt that the information was somewhat inaccurate; this person was at least very capable in terms of hypocrisy and flattery.

"Ah, my dear nephew, you've finally come!"

Neil opened his arms enthusiastically, as if to give Zhuang Sen a warm hug. But looking at his fat body and his forehead that was constantly overflowing with enthusiasm, Zhuang Sen chose to ignore him and prepared to kick him if the guy pounced on him.

If such a seasoned veteran were truly enthusiastic, he would never neglect personal hygiene. This was purely a deliberate attempt to disgust him. If I'm not mistaken, he was also the one who signaled the guards to close the door. The reason isn't hard to guess: he was originally the local tyrant of Thorn Manor, and now that a lord has suddenly been parachuted in, he's definitely not happy and naturally wants to flex his muscles.

This is actually a good thing, as it saves him from having to find an excuse to seize power—Johnson doesn't want a local leader who can hinder him.

Neil looked at Zhuang Sen, who ignored him, and remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was cursing coldly: This brat has offended that ruthless guy Kloss, and he still dares to be so arrogant. Does he think he can fight against him with just a few people?

Thinking this to himself, Neil still lowered his arms, having no intention of forcibly taking him. He knew that Zhuang Sen had already awakened his bloodline, and forcing his way in would only make him lose face. However, this did not mean he had given up. He was just a bloodline awakener; no matter how strong he was, a glass of red wine laced with poison, a dagger thrust out while he was asleep, or even a crossbow bolt fired in a surprise attack could end their lives.