There were no surprises on the way back, but the presence of thirty miner prisoners slowed down the journey.
Originally, it wouldn't matter if it was slower, but seeing the dark clouds in the sky continuing to gather, and the lightning flashing across the sky in the distance, Narant couldn't help but feel a little worried.
You must know that in this backward world, getting caught in the rain is risky. It is common for someone to accidentally catch a cold and die due to bad luck.
What's more important is that there are still injured people in the team. If they are caught in the rain, the injuries may be aggravated.
During the next journey, Narant kept urging the team to move faster. Fortunately, it seemed that he was lucky. When they arrived outside the castle, the heavy rain had not yet come.
"My lord is back, please open the castle door quickly!"
Thomas stood on the castle wall. Because the Lord had taken away all the guards in the castle, the security of the castle tonight was left to him and three male servants.
When the team finally arrived at the bottom of the city wall and saw the mighty and handsome lord leading the way, Thomas relaxed and couldn't restrain his excitement and shouted to the servants below.
After shouting, he immediately went down the stairs and went to the castle to get hot water and towels.
"Sir, you are back!" Thomas quickly came to Nalant's horse and gave him a hot towel.
"Well, I'm back!" Nalant got off his horse, took the towel and wiped his face vigorously. He felt much more awake.
"Congratulations to your lord on your great victory!" At this time, the carriage from behind and more than 30 serfs had also entered the castle. Thomas didn't need to think too much to know his lord's victory tonight.
"Okay, Thomas, stop flattering. There are two seriously injured guards here, and many other guards are injured. Go and get some herbs to replace them!" Nalant interrupted Thomas' flattery with a smile.
Give him instructions.
"Also, notify Rose and ask her to cook a few pots of broth for the guards to eat later!"
"Yes, sir!" Thomas did not dare to neglect after hearing this, and immediately ran towards the inner castle with his servant.
"Quick, arrange these prisoners and weapons and eat the broth later. Except for the guards on duty, let everyone else rest early!"
After Thomas left, Nalant began to issue orders to Vivian and Quick.
It is already early in the morning, and the rewards and settlement after the war will be left to tomorrow.
"Yes, sir!"
Click!
When Narante took a shower and returned to his room, raindrops started pouring down along with lightning.
"Thank you, Mr. Rongguang, for taking care of me!"
Listening to the sound of raindrops, the corners of Nalant's mouth slightly raised. The rain was just what he wanted.
Although he understood that no matter how clean he was, Quint would always put suspicion on him.
But doubts are doubts. This heavy rain can erase the last possible clues, such as ruts and so on, which reduces the risk of him being exposed openly.
…
In Baron Quint's castle, Quint, who usually looked pampered and pampered, was pacing in the hall, with an anxious look on his face.
Click!
With the lightning and thunder outside the window, Quint felt even more uneasy inside.
"Why haven't you come back yet? I arranged the convoy's trip very secretly today. Logically speaking, there can be no accidents!"
Of course, Quint was worried about the convoy he sent to the buffer zone to collect the flame crystals.
Since the yellow elf gave birth to the Flame Crystal Mine a few months ago, all his energy has been focused on it.
Not only did he send manpower to build a wooden camp there that was comparable to a small fortress, but he also sent a vassal and half of his troops to garrison it.
After such a long time of planning, today is finally the first harvest.
But the convoy that originally agreed to return at midnight has been delayed for more than two hours, which makes him a little uneasy. This is the result of nearly two months of mining.
Fortunately, the mental connection with the Flame Crystal Elf is still there. Although it is too far away to sense the specific state of the Elf, it at least indicates that there should be no problem in the camp.
He has just sent several guards on horseback to investigate, and he believes they will be able to bring back news soon.
Boom, boom, boom!
At this moment, there was a knock on the hall door.
"Come in!"
Soon, a middle-aged man wearing a silk dress walked in. This man was his castle butler.
"Roach, has there been any news?" Quint couldn't wait to speak when he saw his castle butler.
However, after asking the question, Quint had an ominous premonition when he looked at the pale face of the castle steward.
"Sir... Your Majesty!" The castle steward trembled a little as he spoke.
"Tell me, what's going on? Is my convoy back?" Quint's face darkened, he took two steps forward, grabbed the butler's collar and asked.
"Sir, the convoy had an accident!" The castle steward finally said it bravely.
"What's going on!"
"Sir, the sent guards quickly headed towards the buffer zone, but they did not encounter the convoy on the road."
"Finally, when they arrived at the buffer zone, they found... they found that the camp had been burned to rubble... and Captain Johnny died at the gate of the camp."
"What, the camp was burned down too? How is this possible!" Quint couldn't believe it. He thought it was just an accident to the convoy, but he didn't know that even the camp was destroyed.
"What about Dili? Where is that idiot Dili? And where are my more than fifty guards?"
"My lord, Sir Dili has died in the battle, and all the guards in the camp have also died in the battle!" the steward answered truthfully.
When Quint heard this, he couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"Sir, please take care of yourself. The guards brought back your elf. They found it outside the camp!"
The butler was afraid that Quint wouldn't be able to bear it, so he immediately brought out the yellow elf.
When Quint saw the elf, the anger in his heart still couldn't be eliminated. It was a camp that he spent a lot of manpower and material resources to build.
And those well-trained guards were all obtained from the earl.
"Who is it? Who did it? Send me someone to investigate! I must find this person and cut him into pieces!" Quint couldn't figure it out. Even a baron couldn't break through his camp. Now
It was directly destroyed by someone.
…
At noon the next day, Narante woke up happily from the soft bed.
Because he was quite exhausted from the battle, he slept until now.
Opening his eyes and looking towards the head of the bed, an iron treasure box was placed there.
He stood up directly and opened the treasure chest again. Inside, more than fifty pieces of red flame crystals were lying quietly. The rich fighting spirit flashing with blazing flames in the crystals made Nalant elated.
"This box is worth five hundred and fifty gold coins!" Nalant counted it last night and found that the number of flame crystals in the wooden box was fifty-five.
He had just received a piece of flame crystal as a gift from his biological sister the day before yesterday. Unexpectedly, he had a large box of it in the blink of an eye.
"With it, my cultivation path is about to take off! Haha!" Nalant laughed heartily.
As a time traveler, he knows best that in such an extraordinary world, only with enough strength can he truly live stably.