Heart of the Castle

Chapter 143 Shaking Loyalty

Steward Trien's suggestion sparked a fierce debate among the knights. Except for Master Sugard who was silent, almost every knight expressed his opinion.There are quite a few knights who oppose the expulsion of refugees, but perhaps because of the pressure of food shortages, more knights agree with this suggestion, although some of them express their stance very reluctantly.

This suggestion turned into a plan. When Viscount Ryan announced the end of the meeting, at least one-third of the knights sat in their seats with gloomy faces and did not leave for a long time.

Master Sugard was one of the first people to leave the meeting room. When the red-robed old scholar just walked into his room on the castle tower, several figures were already waiting there.

"The two great knight commanders, as well as Lord Dickway, Lord Dragonson, and Lord Ridvan, all of you are here, and this house is really honored." Master Sugard stroked his beard with a smile , to pay tribute to those figures.

"Look, everyone, this old guy is playing tricks again." The elder Herbert shook his white-haired head, and said helplessly: "Sugard, isn't it just you, an old guy, who gave a secret signal, let us After a few meetings, shall I wait for you here?"

"Ah, that's it, that's it, Lord Herbert, look, I'm going to be old and confused." Master Sugard joked, and walked to his heavy rocking chair and sat down.He took off his heavy scholar's necklace, and threw it on the table beside him very casually, as if it were an ordinary ornament rather than a necklace made of countless treasures and precious metals.

"Ah, everyone, please sit down." Seeing the wry smiles of the knights, Master Sugard showed a smug smile on his face, then he pointed to the small boxes under the table and said, "Master Dragunson, you Please help me take out these boxes, and put a mouthful in front of everyone. Seriously, it is a kind of torture for an old man like me to do physical work."

Dragunson stretched out his thick arms and took out the boxes from under the table. He thought these boxes would be very heavy, but when he pulled hard, he almost dodged a tumble.

The weight of the box was so light that Dragunson even wondered if there was anything in it.

"Master Sugard, what are you planning to do?" Wilps looked at the box in front of him and asked a little strangely.

The old red-robed scholar smiled mysteriously and motioned for them to open these boxes. The boxes were full of small bread and clay pots, just like children's toys.

Lidwan winked at Dickway and whispered, "It looks like this is Master Sugad's grain reserve."

"I don't dare to appreciate such a delicate and small thing." Di Kewei complained, and gently picked up a pocket bread with his fingers, "I can eat 100 of such a big thing..."

The high-ranking knight's words suddenly stopped, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat. He almost doubted his eyes, because in his hand, the pocket bread had suddenly become as huge as a pillow.

"100? Supreme Father God, Lord Dikwei, your appetite is really scary." Master Sujiad laughed.

"Master Sugard, are these all..." Wilpus also picked up a piece of bread, watching it expand rapidly in his hand, he couldn't help feeling a little bit of joy in his heart.

"You are right, Wilps, every box here contains bread and water for 5000 people." The smile on the face of the red-robed old scholar faded away, he straightened up from the rocking chair, Very solemnly, he stopped his gaze on everyone's face. "These are the gifts I leave to you all. Tomorrow I will leave the castle and go to another place."

"What? Leave the castle? Master Sugard, the demons are rampant outside, and it's not safe at all. Where are you going?" Wilps' smile disappeared immediately, and he asked repeatedly.

"Of course I want to see if there is any way to end the disaster early." Master Sugard said lightly, and then he spread his hands, "Didn't you find any more doubts about the killing of Viscount Ryan's envoy? ?”

"Suspicious? Are you saying that those three soldiers were not actually the masterminds who killed the envoy?" Herbert frowned and said.

"Of course it can't be." Master Sugard looked around and said in a low voice, "What do you think is the chance for three soldiers to deal with a vigilant assassin?"

"Assassin!" Lidwan and Dickway shouted at the same time.

"Yes, an assassin." Master Sugard patted the armrest of the chair, with a mocking sneer on his face, "I have carefully inspected the corpse of the messenger, the muscles are not developed, but they are very elastic and have good explosive power. No matter Whether it is general martial arts training or physical labor, this kind of muscle will not be developed, only thieves or assassins who have undergone rigorous training will have it."

"Master Sugard, then it cannot be ruled out that the emissary of His Excellency the Viscount was once an ordinary thief?" Wilps raised an objection while thinking.

"The key lies in the calluses on his hands." Master Sugard recalled, opened his hand, and gestured on it, "If it is an ordinary thief, there should be no hard calluses on the palm of his hand, which would make their fingers become inflexible; only the hands of an assassin who is equally as adept at silent action as a thief, will be worn out by throwing knives and daggers into tough and thin calluses."

"Is there something wrong with your viscount?" Wilps pointed to his head, and said in disbelief: "Send an assassin as a messenger, and once the truth is revealed, his reputation will be completely ruined." !"

"Your Excellency the Viscount's reputation was ruined as early as when he drove that apprentice servant out of the castle." Dragunson smiled with his mouth crooked. "Although Knight Ston is dead, the three knights he cultivated are still there. Mr. Herbert, if it weren't for your prestige, it might have become lively?"

"After hearing the news, those three took their spears and stepped on their horses. If I hadn't stopped them, it seemed that they would have no choice but to attack the castle." Herbert said, twirling his gray beard.

"Your Excellency the Viscount probably didn't know about sending the assassin." Master Sugard said, "Butler Trion has done a lot of things without telling the Viscount. Our Lord Viscount has always been ignorant of those dirty things."

"It's not that he can't see it, but he doesn't want to see it." Lidwan said with a sneer.

"That's why I'm going to leave here. The hope of ending the disaster ahead of schedule no longer exists in the Viscount's Castle." Master Sugard shook his head with some emotion.

"Master Sugard, are you planning to go to that little servant's camp?" Wilpus spread his hands in disapproval, "There are nearly 20 knights here. Are you underestimating our strength there?"

"A knight's armor and sharp sword can only resist attacks from the front, but deadly daggers often come from the back." Master Sugard did not answer directly, but sighed long, "Wilps, Huh Albert, and everyone, you have to be careful of one person."

"That old fox of Trion?" A sharp light flashed in Herbert's eyes.

"Thinking of Butler Trion as a cunning fox is a little underestimating him. In fact, he should be regarded as a sinister and vicious snake." Master Sugard said, stood up, walked to Looking down from the window of the tower.

The knights followed. Looking down from the tower, the Viscount Castle was in chaos. Teams of heavily armed soldiers were shuttling through the streets, shouting and driving the ragged refugees to the outside of the castle.The miserable and desperate cries of the refugees came faintly, and it seemed that the whole castle trembled slightly in the cries.

Dead silence enveloped Master Sugad's room, and everyone was speechless.This miserable scene impacted the soul of every knight, causing shaken expressions to appear on their faces.

After a long time, Master Sujiad smiled wryly and asked back.

"Anyone else want to dissuade me?"

His answer was silence.

(End of this chapter)