Three days passed, and the residents of Winterset Castle began to recover from that tragic night, and their anger returned to the city.
The fire that shot up into the sky and dozens of corpses pulled out from the towers were the residents' memories of that night, but it had passed. Life was the most important thing for the residents, and they were relieved now that they no longer had to worry about it.
Worried that a firefight would break out out of nowhere and affect them.
Although the high wooden piles at the gate of the city were full of corpses, and some had several hanging on one high wooden pile, the residents who passed by every day felt that there was always something hidden behind their necks. Especially the old people they were very familiar with.
The housekeeper's corpse, which was cut into two parts, frightened some timid people. I heard that several civilians hired to move the corpse were seriously ill for a few days after they came back. When asked about the situation, they just looked pale and shook their heads in silence.
But it was over in the end, and the corpses were taken down and buried in a big pit outside the city after hanging for three days, leaving only the heads of these losers chopped off and continuing to hang on top. This is nothing compared to seeing it every day.
A bunch of corpses is much better.
Now the result is much better than the residents imagined. It was just a small-scale internal fighting and did not affect the living conditions of the residents at all. This can be regarded as a very stable transfer of territorial sovereignty in the past dynasties.
Although the residents occasionally talked about this night and the final winner, Master Griezmann, and speculated on his various feats to turn the tide, this was just a source of conversation, and life was what they needed to worry about most.
At this time, Geer, who had been regarded as the new lord, was not in Winterset Keep.
"Back off! Back off! The explosives have been planted..."
"Everyone retreats to the safe zone, starts counting down to 10,9...1,0, and lights the fuse."
"Boom!"
A thunderous sound sounded from the mine in front, and the ground trembled slightly. The last private gold mine in this area was blown up.
In the distance, Geer sat on a horse, took out a sketch, and put a cross on the sign of a mine.
"Let's go back."
Guerlema turned around and led the team towards Winterset Castle.
Now that all the mines in this area have been destroyed, and with the Knight Battalion and the City Guard each devoting some of their forces to form patrol teams to patrol this area irregularly, there won't be any problems here in the short term.
The reason why these mines were destroyed rather than continued to be used was the result of on-site inspections by Geer and several ore surveyors transferred from other mines. This kind of mines are owned by miners.
The hole was secretly dug for the sake of secrecy. The inside was long and winding, like a maze, and it was inconvenient to extract the mine. The connections were only branch veins that were not suitable for large-scale mining, and the safety was not guaranteed. For Geer, it was completely
It's just useless, it would be easier to just destroy it.
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Back at Winterset Castle, the new butler, Little Miller, was already waiting at the city gate.
Before that night, Little Miller was just the son of Old Miller, the gardener in the core tower. If nothing unexpected happened, he would succeed Old Miller as the new gardener in a few years. But everything changed that night.
When most of the servants closed the door and shivered, Little Miller had the courage to cooperate with the soldiers of the Knight Battalion and used a flowerpot to knock out a fleeing mercenary from behind. When he mentioned it afterwards, both Gal and Sophia were stunned.
Got a good image.
After Kevin's death, Winterset Castle needed to choose a steward to handle various chores. Miller, who was familiar with Winterset Castle and had a good impression of Geer, was elected.
Little Miller, who was standing in front of the city gate, was wearing a butler's dress that was a little too big for him, making him look like a little monkey. Not only was he shorter than the sixteen-year-old Geer, he was not even as good as Sophia. You have to know his
He is one or two years older than Geer. However, the soldiers on the side do not dare to laugh at him. They know that one day this dress will fit him. As long as Geer can be the lord for decades, then as a slave,
The new butler who has been with him since the beginning has an identity that they and others cannot compare to.
"Sir, a guest is coming to you holding your token." Little Miller came forward and respectfully reported the news to Geer.
"Where is the other person?" Geer thought for a moment and knew that this should be the person sent by Tafren to deliver information.
"I have arranged for him to have some food and rest in the kitchen temporarily."
"Take me there."
"Yes, sir."
Geer waited for the messenger in the reception room. He was wearing a large cloak and the brim of his hat covered his face in the shadow, just like Tafren.
"Good day, sir. This is what Master Tavren asked me to bring." The messenger saluted to Geer and handed the token and letter to Little Miller on the side. Little Miller took it and then sent it to Geer.
Geer looked at the secret message on the token and the letter, and found that it matched the pre-agreed agreement. He pointed to the chair and motioned for the other person to sit down, and then opened the letter and read it carefully.
Time passed by, and after nearly a quarter of an hour, Geer closed the letter, closed his eyes for a moment, and then the conversation began.
"Take off your cloak. There is no need to wear this thing here."
"Yes, sir, as you wish."
The messenger took off his cloak, revealing a pretty girl, probably less than twenty years old, but she always maintained a serious look on her face, which made her look more mature.
"There won't be any mistakes in the intelligence this time, right?" Geer's expression was half-smiling, but in the eyes of the messenger, Geer was more like a ferocious beast entrenched in his own territory, with the faint scent of blood lingering around him.
It reminded her how dangerous the person in front of her was. If she didn't answer well, she might be eaten.
"Sir, the information this time is definitely the most accurate. Lord Tafulun is very sorry for the mistake last time. In order to make up for it, Lord Tafulun has sent out all the power to delay it as much as possible. There will definitely be no problem! Tafulun
Master Lun also mobilized the 1st, 3rd and 4th squadrons of the Northern Army to come to support to ensure that nothing goes wrong." Although his face was a little pale under Geer's pressure, the messenger's tone was still firm.
Geer nodded slightly and did not continue on this topic.
Previously, Geer was in a state of internal and external troubles. There were several relatives supported by external forces vying for power internally, and there were soldiers suppressing the situation outside. If all the information was provided to Geer according to the facts, it is difficult to say that Geer would not be under great pressure.
He simply defected to Earl Carter's side, and Earl Carter would definitely welcome him. After all, he was the orthodox heir to Baron Colbenson. With him under his control, even the royal family had no excuse to intervene. It was far better than those who thought
Relatives who get a share of the pie are more reliable.
Especially after Tafren used all his intelligence power to finally know the purpose of those people fighting for the Corbenson Territory, he could not let go. But the situation was difficult to explain at that time, and Tafren did not dare to act too rashly, for fear of harming the prince.
The layout in the north caused huge losses. For this reason, Tafren gave Ge
In Er's intelligence, he chose to change the arrival date of Count Carter's private soldiers. As for the seventh squadron of the Northern Army, he did not even mention it, just because he was worried about putting too much pressure on Geer. As long as Geer did not immediately defect to Carter.
Earl, Tafren will have enough time to watch the development of the situation before making a decision.
Now that Geer's internal troubles have been eliminated, he can concentrate on dealing with foreign enemies. It can be said that the situation has become clear. Tavren decisively used the authority given to him by the prince to mobilize three squadrons to support him. He not only sold well to Geer, but also
Can enhance his confidence.
Of course, if Geer fails to stop before reinforcements arrive, Tafren can also directly use the strength of those three squadrons to counterattack Winterset Castle in the name of rescuing Geer or avenging Geer.
Now both parties know what is going on, but they are in a period of cooperation and both need each other. It is enough to have an excuse for this kind of thing at the moment. As for whether they will pursue it again in the future, that is
Let's see how things develop.
"Has the person I want arrived?" Geer turned to another topic.
"The Lord will return to Winterset Castle this afternoon, and everything you need has been prepared."
"very good."
Geer called little Miller to his side and gave some instructions. After a while, little Miller brought over the paper and pen that Geer needed.
Spreading out the paper, Geer wrote on it for a while, then looked at it carefully, folded it when he was satisfied, and handed it to Little Miller. Little Miller carefully sealed the paper into an envelope and stamped the envelope, and then handed the letter over.
to the messenger.
"Give this to Tafren, and give him a message. If you want, come right away. Don't wait until the expiration date. Do you understand?" Geer stretched his body backwards, leaned on the high-backed chair, crossed one leg, and
He looked at the messenger with an indifferent expression.
"Yes, I understand."
"Okay, go down and hurry up." Geer winked at little Miller beside him. Little Miller knowingly took out a cloth bag and handed it to the messenger, which contained several silver sevrins.
"Thank you for your generosity, sir." The messenger bowed and followed little Miller out of the reception room.
Now is just the beginning. Earl Carter and Taffron are just the vanguard of the two forces of the old aristocracy and the royal family. Everything now can only be regarded as a trial stage. This kind of confrontation will not end in a short time. Ten years, twenty years
Years... it may even continue like this. The entire Corbenson Territory has become a huge whirlpool. It is not easy to obtain benefits from it. If you join it, you may be swallowed by this huge whirlpool at any time, and Geer will definitely bear the brunt.
But the interest is touching people's hearts, not to mention that this is an interest that may dominate the lifeblood of the country. More and more forces will only be dragged into the water. Whether they can sustain it to the end depends on their luck.
But Geer had no intention of continuing to play with these people.
Geer stood up, opened the window, and let some dazzling sunlight enter the room.