Chapter 253 – The Bishop’s Visit
Chapter 253 – Bishop’s Visit
“Waste!”
A loud roar echoed through the hall.
A group of people were gathering inside the Duke’s Mansion within Centurion City, the place where Duke Ferdinand’s birthday was originally celebrated.
Sitting on the main seat of the hall was none other than Duke Ferdinand’s heir, Count Maltz Kent, and sitting on both sides were both the vassals of the Kent family, as well as the bannermen of the original Duke Ferdinand, who had already regarded Maltz as his lord.
At the moment the Count was glaring angrily at a man kneeling at the foot of the steps – his son Jaaius Kent.
Jaaius knelt motionless with his head bowed, bearing his father’s wrath.
“The prestige of our family is about to end at your hands!”
Maltz Kent was overwhelmed with pain, this defeat could be an unbearable blow.
How many enemies had the successive generations of family heads, with their hard-earned strength, once made to suffer? Wicker and weary, they had finally established the strength of the Northwest Gulf’s number two family step by step.
Whenever he recalled the glorious battles in the family’s history, a kind of pride welled up inside Maltz Kent.
Now, his own son had shattered this pride with his own hands.
A troop of more than 8,000 people, ah, a battle was broken into pieces, followed by Jia Ace escaped back to only a mere 2,000 people, is too shameful!
How will people look at their own family in the future? What will people think of their clan? A vase that looks good but breaks when you knock it down? All sorts of bad descriptions kept coming up in Maltz Kent’s mind.
“You said that the opposite side has fire crossbows, I even specially transferred more than 1,500 archers to you, those are archers trained for years and years, but in the end, all of them let you, this waste of time, give it away!”
Maltz Kent angrily scolded his son, his face mixed with an incomparable expression of physical pain.
Not only the unseen prestige, but also the actual military power was buried by this son. Although this unit of archers originally belonged to Duke Ferdinand’s troops, as he was the heir to the duke as well as the de facto controller of Sentry City, this unit actually belonged to him as well.
Unlike ordinary soldiers, this archer troop has to train two afternoons a week, how can the loss of such “elite soldiers” not make him feel bad?
On the side of the “royal representative”, Emerson Wilder saw that his uncle still had the tendency to continue cursing, and quickly stood up to persuade him: “Uncle Kent, no one can say what will happen on the battlefield, I think Cousin Jaice has already deeply reflected on it. Now that we have suffered a setback, we cannot afford to disorganize ourselves.”
After Emerson opened his mouth, the others in the hall also persuaded.
Maltz Kent resumed his seat, took a few soft breaths of relief, and asked him, “Is there any news from the Crystal Flare?”
Emerson carefully replied, “It hasn’t been sent back yet, the royal family is busy dealing with the rebellion in the south, so I’m sure they can’t care about the matters on the northwest side.”
“Hmph! I just hope they can’t care, if our ‘His Majesty the King’ intervenes again, I don’t know when we’ll have to wait to clean up these assholes!”
Although he had suffered a defeat, the outcome of a war always depended on the overall strength of both sides, and he had absolute confidence in this.
The count’s mood gradually calmed down, a little regret his own just lost his temper, he is about to become a duke, should do not show his anger and joy is right.
He softened his tone and said to Jaaius, “Well, my son. Just like what little Emerson said, what happens on the battlefield is anyone’s guess, I can tolerate a momentary failure, you get up first!”
Only then did Jaaius get up and silently step aside to stand, quietly passing Emerson a grateful look as he passed him.
“Father, allow me to gather a group of troops again, I will cleanse this disgrace with my own hands!”
“There’s no rush, first send people to the other side to explore the situation! On one hand, we need time to think about how to deal with the fire crossbows and thunder hammers, on the other hand, spring plowing is just around the corner, it’s not suitable for war.” ……
After adjourning the meeting after conferring with a group of bannermen, Maltz Kent welcomed an unexpected guest – Northwest Bishop Leonard.
This made the Earl very surprised, this Mr. Bishop usually stayed in the church to preach sermons, and always disliked to interact with nobles like them, what was it that made him take the initiative to pay a visit to his door?
Could it be? A bad idea popped up in the count’s heart, and he hurriedly summoned one of his guards to command, “Keep an eye on my little friend, as well as our Lord Duke.”
Looking at the guard’s back as he left, the earl consoled himself a few times in his heart: it’s fine, I’m so careful on weekdays.
He headed to a small parlor and instructed the servants to lead the guests here.
……
Leonard walked slowly into the parlor along with the servant, and at a glance, he saw Maltz Kent who was already waiting for him inside.
The heir to the Duke stood up and said, “Welcome, welcome, as soon as you, the Lord Bishop, arrived on the doorstep, the entire Duke’s residence was bathed in the light of God.”
“Your Excellency the Earl is joking, the glory of the Lord of Light shines on each and every one of us at all times.”
Leonard bowed slightly and bowed to him, facing Maltz Kent, who was about to become the largest secular lord of the Northwest Gulf, even he, the regional bishop, had to be a bit cautious.
The two men took their seats in separate groups, and Leonard suddenly felt a twinge of uneasiness.
Although the other party had a smile on his face and there was a fireplace burning in the parlor, Leonard had just received a burst of coolness both physically and mentally.
Especially when he cast his eyes on the Count, this feeling was even more obvious.
He had met with the man in front of him several times before, but this time, when he was in close contact with him, he realized that the count gave off a very different feeling than before.
What kind of person was this?
A thin face, a well-tailored beard, and a self-possessed aura of calmness and grace, these places were no different from an ordinary middle-aged nobleman.
There is one thing that makes people feel surprised, the count’s face is not the redness of a healthy person, but as pale as a person with a serious illness, but a pair of eyes are really shining, as if able to spit out flames, just by looking at that pair of eyes, no one will doubt that the count is an energetic and vigorous person.
It was too strange for such contradictory characteristics to appear on the same person.
“What is the matter with Lord Bishop’s visit?”
The Count’s question brought Leonard back to his senses, “Oh, I’m sorry for being rude.”
He weighed his words for a moment and slowly said, “I have indeed come to disturb Lord Earl this time for a bit of business.”
“Please speak, Lord Bishop.” Maltzkent still had a kind tone.
Leonard stated the purpose of his visit, “I wonder if you can arrange for me to meet with His Excellency the Duke?”
“Oh?”
Count Maltz Kent narrowed his eyes.
(End of chapter)