Chapter 227 Marshal, I promise to do a clean job 6/6
Chapter 227 Marshal, I promise to do it neatly (66)
Time flies so fast, a month of preparation time flies by in the blink of an eye.
Early that morning, a full 150 oxcarts lined up on the road outside the east gate of Silver Moon Castle, and each oxcart was filled with various supplies.
The grain alone is loaded into 80 oxcarts, and this is only the first batch. Grain will be purchased continuously in the future until Crescent Town can be self-sufficient.
In addition, there are various tools for land reclamation, construction, temporary cold protection materials, etc.
In short, I have prepared everything I can.
The total value reached 200,000 kronor, of which 150,000 was in aid and 50,000 was obtained by Rosen through Candela.
As a first-class guerrilla general and the acting lord of Crescent Town, Chabolai led six teams of Crescent Rangers, plus 300 mercenaries hired from the Huangshui Highlands to protect the convoy and Crescent Town.
Each mercenary has an average low-level fighting ability, and when coupled with an average mid-level Silver Moon Ranger, they form a quite astonishing force.
In addition, there were also a large number of horse-drawn carriages traveling with them.
The former is an assistant hired by the deputy mayor Harrick, and the latter is Rosen's mage assistant.
Fubos took a sip of wine and asked curiously: "Where do you think Chabolai got so much money?"
"The magic weapon shop is a small business like a mosquito's legs. If you can make one thousand a month, it's amazing!"
His words were like a poisonous snake biting Horus, making him feel extremely annoyed, but he could not show this emotion on his face because he would be looked down upon by Fubos.
Horus stood up and saluted.
The servant immediately ran to call someone.
Due to various factors, he once again had an idea in his mind.
Fubos waved his hand: "Forget it, there's no need to check, you'll figure it out over time."
‘Definitely~’
Both bosses hated Rosen extremely.
He is also a high-level warrior, and his strength is so great that even with just a slap, he can directly beat the maid to death on the spot, leaving only her last breath.
"Thank you for your wisdom, Marshal, you will definitely get good results."
More than half a quarter of an hour later, Vobos's deep voice came from the hall: "Invite Master Horus to me."
"You find an opportunity to capture her, find a few gangsters to kill her, throw her body on the street, and give Rosen a warning to stay out of his own business!"
Horus was startled and thought to himself: 'Why do everyone ask me to build a temple?'
Fubosi's eyes turned around Horus: "Have you thought of a specific plan?"
Fubos nodded and took another sip of wine, feeling that the boredom in his chest was relieved a little.
"Especially since General Chabolai was raised by her herself, he will naturally have a preference."
Fubos was a little tempted, but in the end, he shook his head and rejected this tempting proposal.
Of course he knows the reason.
He has a clear mind and does not want to provoke the temple, which is the territory of the gods.
When Sofia saw Chabolai's movements, she thought he was saying goodbye. Looking at the nephew she loved and hated, she couldn't help but raise her hand and wave lightly.
He glanced at Horus for a few times, then looked away, and a thought flashed through his mind.
"What do you need from me?"
At this moment, behind the motorcade, on top of the walls of Silver Moon Castle, Count Sophia of Omicia was leading a group of close ministers, watching the motorcade go away.
"Sit down."
Fubos is very clear about this bottom line and will stick to it firmly.
"Is that a magic weapon shop?"
After a while, he came to the hall and saw Vobos drinking alone.
"It's impossible. The gallery can only get him three thousand crowns a month at most. It's too far off."
The suburbs were empty, and the shouts spread far in all directions. By the time they reached the city wall, they had become quite blurry.
"I will plan carefully, force him step by step, choke his throat, make him breathless, and make him run for his life. When he is exhausted, I will deliver a fierce blow to completely extinguish his flame!"
"This ship of Vobos is a bit unstable."
There is also a bottom line for internal fighting within a family. This is a highland tradition and a law of nature. Because those families that have no bottom line for internal fighting usually wither away quickly.
As Chabolai's eldest brother, Phobos naturally also bid farewell on the city wall.
“Probably a gallery”
He just couldn't figure out where the extra fifty thousand came from?
Horus and Rosen had a deep feud, but because Rosen was too dazzling, he couldn't afford to offend him, so he originally planned to let it go.
"Marshal, is it because of the incident in Crescent Town?"
In the other part, there were 280 civilian mages hired by Rosen.
Horus smiled, slowly backed away, and his figure gradually disappeared behind the gate of the Marshal's Mansion.
"As long as my plan is carried out, not only will Rosen die a violent death, but Chabolai will also retreat from Crescent Town in despair."
"Marshal, if Rosen has been staying near Silver Moon Castle, it will be difficult for us to take action."
"The more detailed the plan, the more meticulous and patient it is. I don't need you to give me the results right away. I'll set a deadline for you, just before this year's Winter Snow Festival."
‘Pah~pah~’
Sophia was in a good mood and felt relaxed all over. On the way back to Moon Moon Garden, she always had a smile on her face.
When everyone was ready, and when the first ray of sunlight shone on the Huangshui Plateau, Xia Bolai waved his riding crop and shouted confidently.
Fubos had generally regained his composure, nodded, and pointed to the chair beside him.
The other slaves immediately became speechless and the hall was so silent that you could hear a needle drop.
Malkyri bowed slightly in greeting, narrowed his eyes and smiled gently: "My wife has a pair of wise eyes and has found a good helper for the guerrilla general."
"Haha~~You old guy really has a lovely sweet mouth."
"Rosen!"
When he was on the city wall, because his aunt was watching, he didn't dare to show his displeasure. But when he got off the city wall and returned to his house, before his butt even touched the chair, he threw it at the maid who came to serve her.
hand.
He did some calculations just now and found that it would cost at least nearly 200,000 crowns to assemble such a large convoy, but the temple sect's people and Faerun's compensation only cost 150,000.
Without Fubos, we can still live a good life.
Horus said: "I'll go check it out right now."
"Set off!"
Although I look down on him and I am often disappointed, after all, he is the child I raised with my own hands, and the feelings in my heart cannot be erased.
Amid the cracking of whips, the lowing of cattle, the neighing of horses, and the crisp sound of horse hooves, a convoy of more than 20,000 people set off in a mighty manner.
After Horus sat down, he reached out and patted the table gently.
Seeing that Phobos did not speak, Horus thought that this result did not satisfy him, so he said: "Marshal, or you can let Chabolai stay in Crescent Town forever."
"It doesn't need to be a large amount of working capital, 2,000 kronor is enough."
Others were ordinary carriages, and some were filled with hired government officials, including clerks, judges, magistrates, magistrates, etc., totaling nearly 40 people.
"very good."
But he didn't expect that the other party would be so bold and dare to interfere in the fight for the next earl of Silver Moon Castle, and also obviously angered Fubosi and Faerun.
The last ones accompanying them were the refugees from Crescent Town. Their number had exceeded 20,000, all gathered through continuous publicity.
I'm afraid that if he doesn't kill him, the trouble will be big. When the time comes, his aunt and the temple will attack him, and Xia Bolai will probably be the next Lord of Silver Moon Castle.
"Yes, Master."
"The Earl still has to rely on your strength to govern Crescent Town."
Fubosi's eyes were dark, he took a big sip of wine and said, "Then how did he get this money?!"
"My aunt is really too partial. She regards Chabolais as her son."
She knew everything the other party was doing these days, very clearly and methodically.
"I don't know what kind of ecstasy potion that ugly, fat bastard gave her!"
Excluding the nearly five to six thousand people held hostage by the Iron Arm Brotherhood, as well as some old, weak, sick and disabled people who stayed in the ruins of Crescent Town.
Horus smiled faintly: "The count has no partner and no heirs. Now that he is old, he will definitely look for comfort."
"Marshal, maybe my fire spell is not as good as Rosen, but everyone is afraid of the dagger stuck in the dark."
The population of the entire Crescent Town is probably around 35,000.
The rest is basically there.
The last one was Lydia and Hal, who for some reason looked at each other and became mage companions.
"Everyone go away and don't bother me!"
"But pardon my offence, General Chabolai is a piece of mud. No matter how much support he gives, he will probably never achieve great results."
So, he whispered: "Master Rosen must have helped."
"But now he's gone to a wilderness like Crescent Town."
So, he persuaded in a low voice: "Marshal, why bother touching an insignificant female supervisor? Wouldn't it be better to just get rid of Rosen?"
After a pause, he said: "I heard that the female director of the gallery is very shrewd, smart, and beautiful. She is Rosen's lover."
Fubosi sat down on the chair, poured a large cup of tea down his throat, and then calmed down the boiling fire in his heart.
Fubos shook his head and had some doubts: "Although you are all flame mages, your flames can't burn Rosen, right?"
"As you wish, Marshal!"
Three of them are specially reinforced moon carriages, one is Chabolais, and the other one has Thrandis and Gendelony in it.
"After all, he is a member of the Omicia family and my brother. Let him live a humble life."
"As long as you leave this matter to me, I will guarantee that Rosen will never be able to return to Silver Moon Castle again, and the entire process will be clean and leave no trace at all."
"I know all this."
Not long after he left the hall, behind a window on the second floor of the Marshal's Mansion, a figure stood behind the curtains, quietly looking at Horus's back.
If Rosen could deal with it easily, he would have taken action long ago. Why would he wait until now?
After all, the current owner of Silver Moon Castle is his aunt, not him, and his aunt values Rosen very much.
Fubosi's eyes dimmed and he asked: "Rosen is an intermediate divine grace mage. He is so famous, his spells are powerful, and he is so young. How could he not lose?"
She felt that the chaos in Crescent Town would soon end, and maybe it would become one of the richest places in the highlands in the future.
If he attacks Rosen and successfully kills him, that's fine.
"nature."
‘Moo~~~his~his~’
He is different from Horus. He is a son of a noble family and has a family behind him.
"Aunt~~ Just leave Crescent Town to me!"
Perhaps feeling the gaze behind him, Chabolai turned around, waved vigorously at the city wall, and shouted loudly.
She waited until the convoy was far away before she put down her hand, smiled and said to Malkyri, the housekeeper beside her: "This bastard Chabollet finally did something serious."
It's true that Rosen is a mid-level magician, but everyone knows that his magic power is surprisingly high, not even inferior to ordinary high-level magicians.
But some people are happy and some people are sad.
In addition, he obtained Faerun's "Fire of the Sun" secret book, and he recently successfully broke through the high-level mystery and became a high-level mage.
Horus was a civilian mage with no background. He had been supported by Phobos since he was an apprentice, and he had always lived in Phobos' mansion.
It was none other than Bige, another mid-level mage who served Fubos.
The servants immediately carried the unconscious maid away and crawled out of the hall, but they could not stay far away. They had to wait gingerly at the door of the living room, waiting for the master's orders.
But if you follow the wrong person, your good life will not be there.
"Master Rosen is generous and gave a lecture at a tea party a few days ago. If I reveal this news to him, I will definitely get a generous reward."
"If the Fubos ship sinks, I can easily get ashore with this relationship."
When a small noble sits on the fence, that's a traditional operation and is not rude.
