Volume 2: "Sweet Hearts of the Queen and Madam" Chapter 1: "Golden Thread Little Kitten"

It was the morning of the fourth day, the weather was clear, cloudless, and a gentle breeze was blowing.

The journey was calm, and the respect for Felix among the knights had increased. They found him a new carriage, not particularly luxurious, but spacious enough. It's worth noting that Felix's only staff, the oak staff that cost 16 Caesar gold coins, had been ruined by the pressure of the elements and turned into powder after the ceremony.

After checking his assets, poor Felix helplessly found that he had only six pound silver coins left to spend, not even enough to buy a decent stick for burning.

With a finger pointed at his still-growing privates, Felix swore that he was now the poorest spellcaster in history.

Beneath the calm, the waves might be forming or even a giant tsunami about to roll in. Central Knight Yaxi had been cautious, as it had been three days since the last comical 'seasoning' incident. Fairmuth's enemies would definitely not give up so easily, so there might be a 'surprise' waiting for poor Felix.

"Damn roast meat!" Felix lifted his fork and knife, and after a moment's hesitation, drew his dagger like the scholar knights to cut the roast meat into pieces. He was starting to miss the old steward's nephews, the unlucky fellows who were so unpleasant to look at that they affected one's appetite. At least, even though they ruined your appetite, they wouldn't serve roast meat as uncooked sausage.

"Master Felix," the Central Knight's face was slightly red. He looked a bit embarrassed as he glanced at Felix and then at the roast meat. Without a doubt, this roast meat that looked like a 'club' was the 'great' handiwork of the Central Knight in front of him.

"I think we should hire a cook." It seemed that the Central Knight also realized how unpalatable his creation was.

Felix nodded in agreement, thinking that was an exceptionally wise idea. He didn't want to fight with the 'club' in front of him anymore.

In the evening, the knights reached Hammer Town and found accommodations at an inn.

The innkeeper was a stunning Pusaya woman with beautiful golden hair. She had the fullness that Pusaya women are known for, which was evident in the knights' desire-filled eyes.

Central Knight Yaxi sternly scolded the knights with inappropriate thoughts, telling them that lust is the greatest obstacle on a knight's path. While the knights were praying in remorse, Yaxi sneaked a glance at the seductive curves of the gorgeous innkeeper.

Compared to him, Felix had no such qualms. From the moment he entered the inn, his eyes hadn't left the innkeeper's ample bosom, secretly marveling that he could easily drown in those mounds.

Of course, he also noticed some intriguing things, such as the innkeeper's round and sturdy long legs and the not-so-obvious calluses on the palm of her left hand, which were definitely not something a regular woman would have.

"I swear, you're the handsomest young man I've ever seen." The stunning Pusaya woman, as rumored, was indeed 'passionate'. While serving dinner to Felix, the innkeeper whispered provocatively in his ear, her breath sweet as orchids.

According to the proper behavior of nobility, Felix should now embrace the gorgeous innkeeper, one hand on her voluptuous breast, the other hand reaching for her rounded buttocks, and give her a passionate French kiss as she squirmed in his arms.

Of course, this was all just fantasy. Because something unexpected happened: Felix blushed.

It was definitely an accident! The result of this accident was the still-alluring innkeeper giggling as she stood up and left, throwing a flirtatious glance at Felix and covering her mouth to giggle, "It seems I've met a pure noble young master."

The alluring innkeeper emphasized the word 'pure' and looked at Felix's lower body with a teasing gaze.

In the education of the nobility, learning the arts of the bedchamber is essential. Typically, after reaching the age of fourteen, a family would arrange for a beautiful and skilled personal maid for their child. The family heir would continually experiment with beautiful women of different natures to prevent themselves from being swept away by love and betraying the family's interests in the future.

Women are like vases, display them when needed, discard them when not. — Fairmuth family precept, the 111th.

No matter how many lovers you have, always remember to bring your whip when visiting them, and of course, never forget to bring jewels and diamond rings. — Fairmuth family precept, the 16th.

While the Fairmuth family may not be ancient, it is definitely an interesting one. Growing up in such a family, you'll find it to be both a stroke of luck and a misfortune.

*BANG!* The inn's door was violently pushed open, and a gust of cold wind made Felix involuntarily shrink. Raising his glass, he squinted at the rude intruder. It was a warrior, tall and muscular, arrogant and full of power.

The warrior's gaze first fell on the voluptuous and ample bosom of the beautiful innkeeper, then on the equally tall and powerful central knight, Yaxi, and finally landed on Felix, sitting in a shadowy corner.

"Damn it, these effeminate nobles again!" The warrior muttered, turning his head away, but he quickly had to stop.

A Viking greatsword weighing 126 pounds was placed against his neck, the sharp blade having already nicked the warrior's skin, with a drop of crimson blood trickling down the blade.

Central Knight Yaxi looked cold and cruel, his eyes looking down on the horrified warrior, and said in a deep voice, "You've insulted the honor of the Fairmuth family!"

The knights drew their heavy swords within three breaths and surrounded the warrior and his companions. At Felix's command, these adventurers would be turned into minced meat in an instant!

The honor of the nobility is not something that lowly commoners and adventurers can tarnish!

Blood washes away the shame!

Central Knight Yaxi looked at Felix, waiting for the young master to decide how to deal with them. These family knights were all chosen from the poor and orphans, educated from childhood to be loyal to the Fairmuths, and after becoming knights, chose to believe in the "Loyalty of the Family" and "Honor of the Family." To insult the honor of the Fairmuths was to insult their faith.

Felix didn't speak; he toyed with his crystal wine glass, his eyes lingering on the still alluring innkeeper. Her face showed no panic or fear; instead, she watched the scene unfold with keen interest.

It was like watching a play.