Reggie bit the bullet and went to the auxiliary minister and asked to postpone the surrender until the evening.
He did not want to surrender at dusk. His soldiers were not professional actors, and some flaws would inevitably be exposed in the sun. The opponent's archers and heavy cavalry would have their combat capabilities greatly reduced at night, which was an important bargaining chip for Reggie to win.
Gwen was very dissatisfied with Reggie's request.
"Little Reggie, can you give me a suitable reason?"
I have already thought of the reason.
"Sir, there are some ill-intentioned mobs in the city. They may be harmful to the prince. I must take some actions to ensure the safety of His Highness."
"Really?" Gwen looked at Batchelor, "Old friend, is this really happening?"
Batchelor sighed and said, "In a poor place like Snow City, stupid mobs are everywhere. As far as I know, there are quite a few of them, but you don't have to worry, they are like sparrows in the mountains, chirping.
It goes on and on, but no matter how much the sparrows chirp, they are just tiny, stupid birds in front of the silver bears in the snow-capped mountains."
The silver bear is the symbol of the country of Bair, and the silver bear in Bachelo's mouth naturally refers to Prince Sean.
Batchelor's flattery made Gwen's expression soften a little. He took a sip of milk and said to Reggie: "I don't want these stupid sparrows to peck the prince. Tell me, little Reggie, what do you have?"
Is this a good idea? Do we have to arrest all the civilians one by one and interrogate them?"
Reggie said: "I am going to conduct a purge-style arrest. All civilians in suspicious areas will be arrested. No one will be left alive."
Gwen was silent for a moment and said: "In this case, the common people in the city may be resentful of the prince."
Reggie said: "The guilty must be punished, and the innocent will eventually be pardoned. Let the prince personally punish the guilty and release the innocent. I think this is a great opportunity to help the prince establish his prestige."
The assistant minister looked at Reggie up and down, and what he said just now was a bit unexpected.
"You have become wise my child," Gwen smiled. "Tell me, how much time do you need?"
"I think I have until midnight..."
"That's too long."
"Sir, it will take a lot of time to arrest this mob. In addition, I also want to clean the castle. You know, the gift I prepared for the prince is really shabby. I don't want to let the prince down again because of the messy residence..."
While speaking, Reggie noticed that Gwen's gaze had shifted elsewhere. He looked back and saw Saan Aufbich standing behind him.
"Viscount Victor, you don't have to worry too much," Sarn said with a smile, "His Royal Highness the Prince will not live in your castle. Your castle contains a large amount of kerosene, enough to break everyone in the castle to pieces."
This is so fatal. Why did Sarn suddenly appear? Reggie had asked Tyr to keep an eye on his whereabouts. Why didn't Tyr come to report it?
He actually mentioned kerosene at this time.
Although the kerosene is no longer in the basement of the castle, if the cunning Gwen asks about the whereabouts of the kerosene, how should she answer?
You have to think of a reliable excuse. You can't fool this old guy with random lies.
Gwen slowly removed the smile on her face and asked Reggie, "Is this true, little Reggie?"
Before Reggie could speak, Sarn gave the answer directly: "There is no need for Viscount Victor to admit it personally. Even the bachelor knows what is hidden in his basement."
Gwen turned her attention to Batchelor, who swallowed the cheese in his mouth, nodded and said: "It is true, there is indeed a lot of kerosene hidden under the castle. There was once a guard captain who threatened to light the kerosene.
, die together with His Highness the Prince."
Reggie thought of Erwin's words, Batchelor's way of survival is to adapt to the wind.
"How could there be such a stupid person?" Gwen looked at Reggie and said, "This should not be your guard captain."
Sann smiled and said: "It is Viscount Victor's guard captain, the current guard captain."
Reggie didn't know how to deal with these three terrible characters. Any lie would seem too pale in front of them.
Batchelor said: "But the kerosene is no longer in the basement of the castle."
Reggie's heart was about to jump out of his chest. He regretted it very much. He really should have listened to Erwin's advice and shouldn't have believed in this old fox, Batchelor.
He subconsciously looked outside the door. Standing at the door were Gwen's guards and Sarn's retinue. Even if Reggie wanted to break up with these people, it would be difficult for him to walk out of the watchtower alive.
Gwen kept staring at Reggie, with a terrifying cold light in her eyes: "Tell me, little Reggie, where did you get the kerosene?"
Batchelor said slowly from the side: "The Viscount poured them on the hillside in the east of the city. The soil there is loose, and the kerosene quickly disappeared into the soil. It disappeared completely. Not a drop would fall on those people."
In the hands of the mob.”
Reggie, who was covered in sweat, almost screamed, but Batchelor's reversal caught him off guard.
His lie was seamless. The soil in the east of the city was so soft that oil or water would disappear immediately if poured on it. Even if Gwen went to check it in person, she could not expose the story that Bachelot had fabricated.
Gwen looked at Batchelor with a strange expression, then looked at Sann and asked: "Is this true?"
Sann shook his head and said: "I have never heard of this."
Batchelor said: "My lord, this is what I saw with my own eyes. Viscount Victor asked me to witness this scene. I wrote it down in the records of Broken Snow City. If necessary, you can
Check it out anytime."
Reggie had to speak up, he couldn't live up to the great maester's wonderful performance.
"I'm very worried about the safety of the prince. I'm worried that some thugs will use the kerosene to do stupid things." Reggie's expression was sincere and serious, and there were endless difficulties hidden in his words. "Sir, if
As you said, I am just a young man with mediocre qualifications. I cannot guarantee that every citizen in the territory will obey my orders. I can only ask my most trusted bachelor to help me complete this matter.
Will these damn kerosene bring any threat to His Highness the Prince?"
Sann said: "But why did you hide it from me?"
Reggie smiled and said: "It seems that you also hide a lot of things from me. When you are promoted to earl, why don't you bring a can of good wine and celebrate with me?"
Reggie looked at Sann angrily, and Sann looked at Reggie with suspicion. Gwen ate a piece of cheese and said to Sann: "Little Reggie said that there are mobs in the city who want to kill the prince. Is this true?
?”
"There are indeed some people with evil intentions, and I happened to catch one." Sann smiled coldly at Reggie, turned around and asked two soldiers to drag up a poor man with scars.
His nose bones were collapsed, his brow bones were shattered, his body was covered with knife marks and whip marks, and the bones of both legs were broken, dragging limply on the ground.
Although he was completely unrecognizable, Reggie recognized him at a glance. This was Tyr, Reggie's guard, the best at tracking.
"This mob sneaked into my mansion, and he was carrying weapons. Fortunately, he was discovered by my followers," Sarn grabbed Tyre's hair and asked, "I will give you a chance to survive now. Tell me
I, who ordered you to do this?"
Taylor shook his head and remained silent.
"You are carrying the dagger of the Lord's Guard. Did Viscount Victor send you here?"
"I stole the dagger," Tell said with difficulty, "My name is Rudico, and I just want to steal some food from you..."
Several of Tyre's teeth were broken, and his voice was very unclear, but every word he spoke pierced Reggie's heart.
Reggie really wanted to rush up and rescue Tyer, but Batchelor's eyes came to him again.
He hoped that Reggie would continue to be patient.
"My lord, why bother to be angry with a mob," Batchelor said with a smile, "leave him to the lord, there are still many mobs in the city that need to be punished."
"Don't bother Viscount Victor, I want to kill him myself." Sarn took a sword from the guard. Two guards pushed Tell to the ground, and the other guard pulled Tell's hair and let him
Stretching his neck in front of Sarn.
The moment Sarn raised his sword, Reggie grabbed his wrist.
Sarn looked at Reggie with a ferocious expression and asked, "What do you want to do, Viscount Victor?"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the guards around him drew their swords.
"He is my guard," Reggie said calmly, "I sent him to follow you."
"You admit it, Viscount Victor?" Sarn smiled.
"Yes, I admit it. Didn't you send someone to follow me, Earl Beech?"
"This matter needs to be proved," Sann looked at the guards around him and said, "You can ask them if any of them have followed you?"
More than a dozen sharp swords were pointed at Reggie, who was very frightened.
But we can't back down now, at least we can't let Tyr die here.
The atmosphere in the watchtower was suffocating, and Sarn could feel that Reggie had hidden many things, which were related to everyone's fate.
But this suffocating atmosphere was once again resolved by Batchelor.
"Look, my lord," Bachelot sighed, "the ministers are vying for favor, and such behavior will bring misfortune to the kingdom."
This is the charm of language. Sane looked at Batchelor in shock. The old guy completely misinterpreted his thoughts.
"I have absolutely no intention of doing so. The dispute between me and Viscount Victor has no personal grudge..."
"Forget it," Gwen beckoned, "Old friend, come and sit down. You are so fussy with a child, but you are not afraid of others laughing at you? Let your guard wait outside the door. Today is a good day.
, I don’t want to see anyone bleed.”
Sarn signaled for the guards to leave, and Reggie hugged Tyr, waiting for Gwen's instructions.
Gwen took an hourglass from her arms, placed it on the table, and said: "Little Reggie, this is a four-point hourglass. Before all the sand falls, you must ring the giant bell."
A quarter hourglass refers to a quarter of a day, which is six hours.
Judging from the direction of the sun, it should be two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and it will be completely dark in six hours.
But can this old guy make the decision? Doesn’t he need to ask the prince for instructions?
Sann said the question he wanted to ask: "It is best to obtain the consent of His Highness the Prince for this matter. According to the prior agreement, we should do it before dusk..."
"Old friend, relax a little. I think His Highness the Prince wouldn't mind waiting a little longer." Gwen opened the mechanism used in the hourglass, and the sand began to leak out little by little.
"Go on, little Reggie, arrest all those mobsters. Don't do anything stupid. There are some costs you will never be able to afford."