Lords Trying to Survive: Strategizing from a Rundown Yard

"Sir, it's 10:47 now."

Isido gently closed the watch cover and stood aside and said calmly.

He just answered the question as requested by Evans and didn't say any more gossip.

Evans nodded slowly when he heard this.

His face looks much more normal today than last night.

He was still in control of his body most of the time during the day.

The decoration of the entrance to the manor has been completed.

The men were all dressed in formal attire and lined up neatly on both sides of the welcome carpet.

Be ready to welcome him.

So Evans walked towards the manor with his confidant butler Isidore.

After entering the manor's room, Evans sat directly on the chair.

There was still a bowl of light green medicinal soup on the table nearby.

This bowl of medicinal soup has cooled down. It has obviously been left here for a while.

Evans reached into the arms of his gown and took out a small bottle of white powder.

Give it to Isido, the confidant butler.

"Instruct the kitchen to prepare meals."

"Just use the two sets of redbud tableware that I treasure."

"We don't know yet how many people he will bring to the banquet."

"When the time comes, put the purple lace plates inside in my place."

“Their regular redbud plates.”

"These requiem powders must be mixed in before serving."

Butler Isido leaned over and listened carefully.

After Evans gave all the instructions, he stood up straight.

In every sense of the word, Isidor is impeccable as a steward.

He has been following Evans for nearly two decades.

This time is almost the same as when Evans was possessed by the "Night Stalker".

There are some secrets that only two people know.

After so many years of getting along, Isidor knows almost all of Evans' secrets.

In addition to the glamorous identity of "Mr. Evans", he is also known as the "Night Devil".

And Isidor is also absolutely loyal to Evans, almost impeccable.

This has been tested for him over a long period of time.

There seems to be some difference in age between the two.

Butler Isidor looks younger than Evans.

According to Mr. Mars, Evans should be in his forties.

Isido's age is definitely not more than thirty-five years old.

The two people once had a story.

For Evans, he also trusts Isido very much.

Not only is he the master and butler, he also has the feeling of an older brother looking at his younger brother.

Isido put away the bottle containing the requiem powder and turned to go to the kitchen to prepare.

At this time, Evans suddenly called him.

"Isidore, do you regret following me all these years?"

"With your qualifications, you could easily enter the mage tower in the giant city of Lentax."

"Not to mention that what you have realized is a rare talent for space magic."

Evans said with some regret. He looked at Isidor with eyes full of regret.

But seeing Isido looking calm, he put one hand on his chest and bowed.

"If it weren't for you, my lord, I would have died twenty years ago."

"As the last survivor of the Night Stalker attack on Piroa Village."

"My life will be yours."

Isidor said in a calm tone, without any emotional fluctuations.

It seems as if he is telling something that is perfectly justified.

Evans seemed to be lost in memories as he listened to his words.

There was some struggle on the expression on his face.

After a few minutes, he slowly raised his head and looked directly into Isidor's eyes.

He shook his head heavily.

He stretched out his right hand, opened his palm and shook it.

"No, your life shouldn't be like this."

"Five years, stay with me for another five years."

"I don't want to confess myself."

"But I know I am a wicked person, I am an out-and-out devil."

"After five years, the rest of your life will be yours."

"As for me, I've had enough of the past twenty years and bought the Night Stalker."

"I can only choose to indulge in lust"

"Follow its evil and conform to your own evil"

"I have no freedom, yes I have no freedom to choose my lust"

Evans said in a daze, he was a little distracted and his eyes were unfocused.

In place, the housekeeper Isido sighed deeply.

He turned back a few steps and walked up to him.

He stretched out his hand to straighten the collar of his dress, which was a little out of shape.

"It's not important, none of this is important."

"Your evil is nothing compared to that of most nobles."

"The guests should be arriving soon, please don't lose your temper."

"By the way, sir, according to the report of our black-robed scout ambushing in the nearby neighborhood."

"Since early this morning, there have been three times more Bangcheng troops patrolling the area than usual."

"Patrol intervals should also be more frequent."

"We can't rule out what Baron Bezos has planned."

Isidor said softly.

This is an obviously unusual situation.

Evans nodded casually.

Isido didn't say anything more. After arranging his clothes, he stood up again and walked directly to the kitchen.

On the chair, Evans sat upright after being slumped for a while.

Due to the emotional fluctuations, his eyes began to turn red and the pupil shadow began to fade.

He had already been prepared for this, and before the transformation was completed, he reached out and picked up the bowl of green soup.

He raised his neck and drank the soup in one gulp.

"Gudong"

"Gudong."

Light green concoction flowed from the corners of his mouth.

He put down the medicine bowl, and the blood-red color in his eyes was quickly fading.

Whenever the demon's soul is restless, he needs to take a medicinal soup made from requiem grass.

Only the requiem herbal soup called the Gift of the Dead can temporarily suppress the demon soul.

But sometimes, in addition to the requiem soup.

He even needed an extra outlet.

Only then could he barely suppress the strong restlessness.

Evans drank the medicinal soup and his mood recovered a lot.

He took out the handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped his mouth gently.

Then he stood up and walked towards the side of the manor.

It is sheltered by the shadow of the manor house and the wall of roses.

The situation here cannot be seen from outside the welcoming gate.

He walked directly down the steps and stood on the soft grass.

He reached out and patted it.

Several black shadows slowly appeared beside him.

These are his black-robed scouts.

Even more so his eyes and ears.

"Have they left the castle?"

Evans asked softly.

One of the black-robed scouts took a step forward and bowed to report.

"My lord, they left the castle at around 8 o'clock this morning."

"I wandered around the street for nearly an hour and then went to the snack bar."

"As for the follow-up situation, there has been no news yet."

"But I think they should get going."

Just as the black-robed scout was reporting, another black shadow appeared.

It was the black-robed scout who was responsible for following Zong Shen and the others last night.

After he emerged from stealth, he quickly saluted.

"My lord, they are almost arriving at the manor."

"When I rushed back early, they were only one block away from the manor."

"They split the team in two on that one block."

"The woman on the panther stayed behind with the lancers."

"Only the man riding the big boar came towards the manor with only one other woman."

The black-robed scout reported urgently.

Evans didn't make any statement and folded his hands in thinking.

He asked again after a few seconds.

"Are there any of our bugs among these Bongcheng troops that suddenly appeared in the nearby streets?"

This question seemed to stump the scouts.

Restricted by communication methods, they are unable to obtain external information in a timely manner.

At this time, Isidor seemed to have completed what Evans asked him to do.

All the meals are almost ready, leaving some unmedicated ingredients.

It was placed on the previously agreed upon dinner plate, and requiem powder was added to all the remaining ingredients.

This powder, refined by pharmacists, is colorless and odorless and dissolves instantly.

It has a strong soporific effect and acts as a herb capable of suppressing demonic spirits.

Just a tiny bit of this refined and concentrated requiem powder can put a strong prairie bull into a comatose state within half a minute.

Isidor came to Evans' side. He had already figured out the information about these new patrol units.

He put his head close to Evans' ear and said quickly.

"This batch of state troops was transferred from the garrison in the north of the city."

"We haven't been able to develop bugs out of it yet."

"So sir, we must make some preparations."

"At least make sure we can delay it for more than five minutes at the most critical moment."

"As long as we have a few minutes, we can handle it."

"If the other party is really prepared, I suggest we give up the action."

"I know you have the antidote for requiem powder"

"Use the antidote to neutralize the requiem powder in the food and make this a normal lunch."

Isidor is not optimistic about this operation.

Because the other party not only stayed in the castle for one night yesterday.

Before leaving for the appointment today, there were frequent movements near the manor.

All signs are proving that they are being targeted by Baron Bezos.

If they really find out this time that Evans is substantial evidence of the "Night Stalker".

I'm afraid even the Haywood family behind Evans can no longer protect him.

In this world, there are many nobles who do dirty things behind their backs.

No one dared to openly challenge the laws of the Kingdom.

Once filth is exposed to the sun, it will be despised by everyone.

The nature of the matter is completely different.

Evans nodded first, then shook his head.

He first issued orders to the black-robed scouts.

"Everyone go out, and ask Poddes to lead the two teams out."

"I want you to prepare quickly at several street intersections."

"Once those state troops make any changes and try to rush to the manor."

"You just cause some disputes and friction at the street entrance and try to cause congestion."

When all the black-robed scouts heard this, they bowed their heads and saluted.

Then it disappeared.

Soon, the door in the other direction of the manor was opened through a gap.

A total of two teams of private mercenaries walked out quickly.

quickly dispersed to nearby street corners.

The black-robed scouts also took off their black clothes and pretended to be ordinary passers-by.

In a short time, only Evans and Isido were left in the same place.

Evans took out another bottle of light blue powder from his arms and handed it to Isidore.

"This is neutralizing powder."

"It's extracted from the rhizome of Requiem Grass."

"If necessary, put it in wine to neutralize the effect of the medicine."

"Their bodies look very strong. The requiem powder shouldn't take effect so quickly."

"We still have a lot of opportunities."

Isidor took the bottle and nodded slowly.

He was thankful that Evans was still sane in his requiem state.

The two of them walked towards the main entrance of the manor one after the other.

After a few minutes of delay, Zong Shen and the others had arrived near the manor.

When they were still dozens of meters away from the manor, the men who Evans arranged to welcome guests at the door discovered Zong Shen and Vereesa.

After all, the way Zong Shen rides Bajie is too eye-catching.

The situation was quickly reported to Evans.

He didn't bother to think about the arrangements anymore, and quickly took Isido to wait at the gate.

At this time, Zong Shen was riding on the back of a pig, giving his final instructions to Vereesa.

"If I tap the plate with my finger before the banquet, it means the dish is fine."

"If I knock the plate twice, you will immediately find a way to take the anti-poison pill."

"The anti-poison pill is only effective for half an hour."

“So it must be used at the most appropriate time.”

"If I tap my finger three times, don't eat anything."

"do you understand?"

Vereesa nodded behind him.

"I understand, sir, I will watch your actions carefully."

After the explanation, they also approached within ten meters of the entrance of the manor.

Zong Shen could already see Evans standing at the door waiting with a smile on his face.

Zong Shen was not wearing a battle helmet today, but he also had a smile on his face.

No matter what the purpose of both parties is, the combination of hypocrisy and subterfuge is still indispensable.

At least they were obviously here for the banquet.

"Lord Evans."

"Your arrangements are too grand."

After the exchange of expressions between the two sides, Zong Shen and the others had arrived at the gate of the manor.

This time Zong Shen took the initiative to say hello to Evans.

He looked at the rather formal red welcome carpet.

With a movement of his body, he jumped down from Bajie's body.

At the same time, he reached out and gave Vereesa a hand.

After landing, Vereesa took the initiative to take off her hijab.

Revealing her beautiful face.

This was also Zong Shen's previous instructions and arrangements.

If you want to catch big fish, you still have to use scented bait.

She carries a war bow on her back and has a cold and unparalleled expression. For Evans, she has a fatal attraction.

It took Evans a lot of willpower to suppress the restlessness in his heart.

He didn't show any obvious salivation and was focused on dealing with Zong Shen.

He took Zong Shen's hand and said very enthusiastically.

"I'm so happy that you can come and have a look."

"We're almost in, the dishes for the lunch are all ready!"