thefictionvixens Chapter 80 This opportunity to show goodwill must be seized.
Chapter 80 This opportunity to show goodwill must be seized.
Chapter 80 This opportunity to show goodwill must be seized.
"Let's go, mobilize our armed personnel."
"Where to?"
"Go and protect the city lord, and do your duty to the Marquis!"
When the city lord is in trouble, we offer timely help.
This golden opportunity to show goodwill must be seized!
Some clever people realized this, so soon a group of slave traders who wanted to curry favor with Marquis Bosier led their armed forces to follow the local garrison. After some negotiations, they successfully joined the garrison as auxiliary troops.
"Thank you all for your thoughtfulness."
"Not at all. The Marquis has done so much for us, how could we stand by and do nothing while he was assassinated by villains? Of course, we had to come and do our part!"
Hypocritical, so damn hypocritical!
The slave trader who spoke was inwardly criticized by a group of slave traders he represented, but outwardly, everyone put on a hypocritical show of flattery.
After all, with so many people coming, Marquis Bossier might not remember who came, but it would be easy for him to remember who didn't.
"Where's Benburn? Why isn't he here?"
[Look, now there's one unlucky guy who didn't show up and he's been remembered!]
Seeing the obvious displeasure on Marquis Bosier's face, everyone thought to themselves.
As the saying goes, "competition breeds enmity," but the slave traders here actually wished the other slave traders hadn't come at all.
"Get me a notebook and write down who came and who didn't."
Marquis Bossier immediately ordered his men to make a record.
Those who came can simply offer a verbal thank you, but as for those who didn't come, he'll definitely make trouble for them later and make them pay a heavy price.
To put it simply, he has found yet another reason to demand money.
However, after making a quick note, Marquis Bosier discovered that apart from Benburn, the big slave trader, it seemed that all the other slave traders in the city had come.
[Hmph, these guys are lucky they all showed up.]
Marquis Bossier was somewhat disappointed and decided to seek recourse from Benburn for this loss.
The local garrison and the slave traders' private armed forces, totaling over five thousand men, surged towards the city lord's mansion in a mighty procession.
This scene caused city residents to scatter. After the army passed, they began to discuss what had happened to trigger such a large-scale troop mobilization.
. . .
"I knew things would turn out this way."
Merad stood on the roof of the residential building, watching the army marching towards the city lord's mansion, looking as if he had expected it all along.
"Should we attack that army?"
Esdeath stood beside her and asked the question, looking eager to get started.
"Are you crazy? Trying to attack an army head-on?"
"Is that not allowed?"
"In an urban environment, if an army fires a volley from a formation, can you dodge or block it?"
Merard raised an objective question, and Esdeath thought about it and realized that she really couldn't avoid or block it.
"Unless it's in the wild, it's simply impossible for us to take down an army of a thousand men single-handedly. So for now, let's just stay behind and watch the boys' performance!"
That's what Melard said.
"Yes, I admit you have a point, but I have something to correct."
"What?"
"Broly is not your boy, but my and Akame's boy."
Esdeath said seriously.
Melard: "..."
This guy still has such a strong sense of sovereignty, even though it's all someone else's private property.
. . . .
The army quickly arrived near the city lord's mansion, and the rumbling sound of their march caught the attention of the young guards who were faithfully guarding the gate of the mansion.
Upon seeing the army, the young guard's face lit up with joy, and he waved his arms as he ran towards them. However, this action caused the soldiers in the front row to raise their rifles and aim at him.
"My lord, is that the assassin?"
"No, those are just guards at the city lord's mansion."
"That person is running this way right now, should we let him pass?"
"Let him come over; he might know the current situation in the city lord's mansion."
However, you'll have to disarm him first.
"That's what Marquis Bosier said."
He now needs to confirm whether the assassin is still inside the city lord's mansion.
The young guard was quickly put into the army, and the soldiers took off the rifle from his back.
"My lord, you have finally returned with reinforcements, I..."
The young guard said somewhat excitedly.
"Stop with the nonsense. What's the situation at the City Lord's Mansion? Has the assassin escaped?"
Marquis Bossier, somewhat impatient, interrupted the young guard and asked directly.
"There is no longer any fighting in the city lord's mansion, but the assassin has not escaped. Instead, he has taken other people hostage and is forcing them to search for your whereabouts in the city lord's mansion."
The young guard quickly replied.
"Excellent!" Marquis Bosier slapped his thigh and looked at the head of the Armed Forces Department, giving orders, "Prepare to bombard the city lord's mansion."
"Ah, Your Excellency, the assassin still has many hostages in his hands."
Upon hearing this, the young guard quickly replied.
Marquis Bossier wanted to sneer, but seeing the young guard's genuine concern, he hardened his expression and said, "Young man, you know how skilled that assassin is. I cannot allow my troops to risk further casualties and engage him in close combat simply because he has hostages!"
Young guard: "..."
He was somewhat unable to refute the Marquis's words.
However, he remembered the scene of some people running downstairs only to be frightened back down, and his eyes lit up. He said, "My lord, that assassin was alone and even asked the hostages to help him search for you in the city lord's mansion. However, he didn't keep a close watch on the hostages. I think I can go over there and rescue some of the hostages."
"Ha, it's rare to see a young man like you who cares about his colleagues. Here's what we'll do: you can go over there and try to bring the hostages back, but I can only give you five minutes. Once the five minutes are up, the army will bombard the city lord's mansion."
"Yes, Your Excellency, I guarantee that I will rescue as many people as possible within five minutes."
Encouraged, the young guard assured the Marquis and charged back.
"Young people, you have energy, that's great!"
Watching the young guard's retreating figure, Marquis Bosier sighed with emotion.
"The Marquis is truly kind; I didn't expect him to give that young man five minutes."
The head of the Armed Forces Department quickly flattered him, and at that moment, various dignitaries from Bosir City, who had heard of the Marquis's assassination attempt and rushed over to offer their condolences, also chimed in.
The reason they were so proactive was simply because they knew how petty Marquis Bosier was. If they didn't make a good impression now, they might be targeted later.
"What are you talking about?" Marquis Bosier looked surprised and said directly, "Now, give the soldiers the order to bombard the city lord's mansion."
"Ah, Your Excellency Marquis, weren't we supposed to give them five minutes to rescue the hostages?"
"Ha, five minutes? Are you kidding me? What if the assassin escapes in those five minutes? Can you take responsibility?"
The thought of an assassin in the city capable of killing him made Marquis Bosier feel extremely uncomfortable.
He couldn't stay in the army and be protected forever.
Therefore, eliminating the assassins who attacked the city lord's mansion is the priority that must be addressed.
As for any casualties that might occur during the process of eliminating the assassin, Marquis Bosier wouldn't care as long as his personal safety wasn't threatened.
After all, they were just a group of subordinates. If they were gone, he could just recruit more. But if the assassins who attacked the city lord's mansion escaped, that would make him feel uneasy.
Of course, as for the young guard, he was a poor gatekeeper to begin with, and the fact that he managed to kill him while holding off the assassin actually made the young man's heroic sacrifice possible.
[Well, I won't punish that guy's family too much.]
Thinking of this, Marquis Bossier felt that he had been too kind and benevolent.
. . . .
The young guard, bewildered, ran back and, suppressing his fear, entered the city lord's mansion, intending to sneak upstairs and take away what he saw as the hostage. But before he could even reach the second floor...
"Bang!"
The sound of cannon fire outside rang out as the city lord's mansion trembled.
"Huh, why did they start firing at this time? Wasn't it supposed to be five minutes?"
The young guard was stunned, completely unaware of why the outside had opened fire prematurely.
(End of this chapter)