Rhodes continued to ask, chewing nuts on the table and pretending to be attentive.
"A month ago, it was serious. It was quite serious. However, not many people were killed by vampire attacks. Most of them were livestock."
The tavern owner replied.
Caroline and Bogul had a look of disgust on their faces. It seemed like it was those disgusting ghoul kings who would do such a thing. As long as there is blood to drink, any animal will do...
"Oh, that's it." Rhode continued to ask, "I'm curious. The appearance of vampires doesn't seem to have had much impact here. What I mean is that many people are still living a normal life, and no major incidents have occurred.
A large-scale evacuation situation. I was still worried about this before coming here."
"Escape? Haha, where to escape? There are wars everywhere now. Where can penniless civilians go? They might starve to death halfway before reaching the next castle, let alone the next place.
It must be safe. Vampires are a bit more scary, but the overall Dark Whisper Castle is still manageable."
The tavern owner laughed.
Rhodes suddenly felt a bit bitter. Indeed, how far can ordinary people run without money and guards? If it were two years ago, it would still be possible. Now, the Erengrad rebellion has entered a fever pitch, and the situation is chaotic. In the castle
At least there is a house to live in, there are many people, and you can hug together to keep warm. Once you leave the city, you have to face the darkness alone. Even in a city like Erengrad, where the vampires are so serious, how many people actually escape from the city?
Moreover, many are nobles...
"It's not too far from Kislev City. As long as you escape to Kislev City, you'll be safe."
Caroline interjected.
"Madam, don't you know that the city of Kislev is recruiting troops? To put it simply, it means arresting people, giving you a weapon, and then going to the front line. Escape to Kislev? Haha, serve your country with loyalty?"
The tavern owner smiled and said, "Hey, friend, you are too protective of your wife. This is not good. The world is very dark. It can be seen that you are also a person who got around." The boss Kidd laughed again.
said.
Caroline was about to refute and defend, but was grabbed by Rhodes' wrist. When she turned her head, she just saw Rhodes blinking at her. She had no choice but to continue her temporary identity as a businessman's wife...
"By the way, doesn't the owner of the castle have any reaction to the infestation of vampires? For example, strengthen patrols or something?"
Rhodes turned around and continued to ask about the owner of this tavern.
"What's the reaction? Yes, Lord Casper has spoken out. He will do his best to protect everyone."
Kidd, the tavern owner, read casually.
"That's it, you didn't do anything substantial?"
Bogul couldn't help but ask.
"What do you expect him to do? Vampire troubles are beyond the control of a local lord. Even if a patrol is sent out, what's the use? At night, those soldiers themselves are one of the vampires' food. Oh.
, maybe in the vampire’s diet, they also like the flesh and blood of fat soldiers.”
Kidd joked.
"That's right, no human being can fight."
Bogul said casually, maybe he realized what he had said wrong belatedly, and quickly stuffed food into his mouth, pretending that he was not there just now.
…
Northern camp.
Flowers, fine wine, and gold vessels were piled everywhere, soft velvet blankets were spread on the bed, and bright carpets with flower and bird patterns covered Dean's tent. When Alves entered the tent as the chief advisor of Iron Ring Castle
, young Dean Aubrey was lying on the nanmu bed, having sex with several military prostitutes.
He didn't even hesitate when someone came. Alves coughed a few times and signaled that his nephew was ready. In this way, Dean recovered from the beauty and looked at his deformed uncle in front of him with an unhappy expression.
.His height is only a little taller than the desk, and he has to use his toes to climb up the chair.
"You should restrain yourself. There are people outside, including people from the northern cities, the Queen's people, and people from Kislev. They are all watching. Your father is also good at this, but at least he is not that blatant. He
The maids are always cautious when they are here. This is a time of war..."
Alves drove away the military prostitutes around Dean. They were all sexy and enchanting, but Alves suspected that these women had slept with many people in private.
"Don't use my father to pressure me. I know what kind of person he is."
Dean, as the new owner of the Iron Ring Castle, was unhappy after being spoken to by his uncle. He unceremoniously brutalized Alvis in front of several ministers and knights. In Dean's eyes, his uncle was simply a
A disgraceful freak. He didn't understand why his father trusted such a dwarf. In human society, deformed people should have been killed long ago. The most merciful parents would throw deformed children into the forest to fend for themselves. Instead of
He would reuse a dwarf just like his father did. Even though he was his uncle, Dean really hoped that this uncle would disappear from his eyes and not stay for a moment.
"In addition, from now on, you must inform the guard before entering my big tent. You cannot break in without my permission!"
He continued to shout in a commanding tone.
"I informed you, but if I have to wait until you agree, I don't think I will receive any news the next day. Do I have to wait outside all night?"
"That is necessary! I am the lord and the master of Iron Ring City. You must wait for the master's order before you can come in."
Dean yelled. He was looking for clothes for himself, but he never found suitable clothes. On the bed, there were either women's sexy underwear or his own crotchless shorts... If he wanted to do business, such an outfit was obviously not enough.
"Give."
Seeing his nephew's miserable appearance, Alves couldn't help but walked over and threw the clean sweater on the ground to Dean. He probably took it off when he came back, because there were all kinds of patterns on it.
There were so many clothes piled on top that he couldn't find the formal clothes for a while.
"Tell me, what's the matter?"
Dean asked impatiently after getting dressed. He sat on the office chair outside, and several attendants also stood beside him. They were brought from the Iron Ring Castle, but these were strangers.
Even Alves, who had spent half his life in the Iron Ring Castle, had never seen his face.
"Her Majesty the Snow Queen Katerina plans to march to Fort Valenmir tomorrow, which is an important stronghold of the rebels in the Gulf of Kislev. She requires our troops to be the vanguard."
Alves reports.
"Then let Sir Cooper lead the troops to attack the city."
Dean said impatiently.
"No, you don't understand. Wallenmere Castle is not an ordinary castle. It is built on a promontory. There is only one road into the city. This road is engulfed by the high tide every day and is only exposed to the water for two to three hours.
, that is to say, if we want to attack the city and there are no ships, we can only push the troops to the city within these two hours, but then we will undoubtedly be attacked by intensive long-range attacks by the defenders. "
Alves answered one after another that he was like a worried strategist, a truly conscientious uncle and minister. However, in Dean's eyes, he was just a dwarf.
"Cooper will find a way."
Dean was impatient.
"No, you don't understand. You must personally participate in these things. This is your army, your people. They are bleeding and sacrificing for you. You must consider them, personally participate in the formulation of battle plans, and even fight in person.
Inspire the morale of the troops. At least, pretending is necessary."
Alves took a step closer, lying on the table in front of Dean, and said loudly. He really couldn't stand his nephew's temperament. He didn't care about anything. It seemed that in the eyes of his nephew, only women
That's the most important thing.
"Pretend? Oh, I'm sorry, my uncle, I can't do this kind of thing. Besides, I'm not good at military command, so let Cooper do it. Isn't there Mark Thune? This old guy can help me.
My father has been managing the army for many years, so he can do it. If you think it is too dangerous to go to war, you don't have to go. I allow it."
Dean narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.
"Dean, my dear nephew, why don't you understand? Your father entrusted you to me before he died, because there is no one of us in the Iron Ring Castle now, and you are in danger without knowing it. I am your only one."
Uncle is the only person you can trust. Everyone else approaches you with a purpose! Can't you see it? "
Alves was about to explode emotionally. He just couldn't stand it anymore. That Cooper and that Mac Thune, they were indeed Lord Aubrey's right-hand men once, but times have changed, Aubrey is dead, and he
After death, will the people under my command change their minds? After all, power and wealth are always the most tempting, and smart people can see that the once loyal ministers may no longer be so loyal.
"No, I don't have an uncle like you. You are just a deformed freak. You want to teach me? No way!"
However, in the face of Alvis's angry roar, the young master of the Iron Ring Castle, Dean, seemed arrogant and arrogant. He angrily pushed his uncle back...