Chapter 507 – Reason 1
Chapter 507 The Cause 1
“Greetings, Marshal MacDonald, my teacher Mr. Aldrich instructed me to wait for you here.”
Kevin looked at the old marshal who stepped down from the carriage with a face of awe, after arriving in Gabella, among the first celebrities Kevin was informed of was this MacDonald, who had joined the imperial army at a young age and won countless battles for the empire, and the surrounding countries were all aware of his great name.
The untouchable MacDonald-that was his title in the mouths of his enemies.
“Your name is Kevin, isn’t it?” MacDonald looked at the young man in front of him and opened his mouth to ask.
“Yes, I am Kevin.”
Kevin replied with surprise and joy, because of his teacher’s relationship, he had also met with MacDonald a few times, Mr. Aldrich had casually introduced him, and he didn’t expect the old marshal to remember his appearance and name.
MacDonald smiled at him, “Thank you for the greeting son, take me to your teacher.”
Kevin turned on a dime and reached inside, “This way, Marshal MacDonald.”
……
The botanical gardens behind the Bachelor’s Tower was one of the few secluded places inside the Gabella Imperial Capital, it was lush and scenic, the people of the Bachelor’s Tower often came to walk around in it after their intense research and study to cultivate their body and mind, but it was not only a place to rest, it was also a place for the Bachelor’s Tower’s museum scholars to do their research, the plants in there were all cultivated by these scholars’ hands, they tirelessly collected exotic flowers and plants from all over the continent and transplanted them to their homes, and the plants in there were all hand cultivated by these scholars. They tirelessly collect exotic flowers and plants from all over the continent and transplant them into this botanical garden, as long as they can survive, they can become the object of observation and research for those who come after them, and over time this place has formed a large garden.
Beside a small bay lake, there stood a small pavilion, inside which two somewhat older maesters were guarding a game of chess and playing against each other.
“Haha, your king is going down.”
Aldrich’s schoolmate, Maester Yarvi, stared joyfully at his senior.
“Don’t get cocky too early, you haven’t seen that I’m keeping a backhand, you’ll have time to cry later.”
Maester Aldrich’s mouth was unconvincing, but his hand stopped stiffly on top of the chessboard, delaying to see which move his so-called backhand was actually going to be.
“Go ahead and move!”
Yarvi sneered, his beard rising upward in triumph.
Just as the stalemate began, Kevin’s voice came from the trail leading to the place, “Teachers, Marshal MacDonald has arrived.”
The student’s arrival saved Maester Aldrich, who was about to go off the deep end.
“Alas, if only the Lord Marshal had come a few minutes later, then I could have seen the adorable expression on your defeated dog’s face.”
Aldrich exhaled heavily with “regret” written all over his face. He then stood up and made a show of welcoming his guest, obviously not going to continue the game any longer.
But although he was welcoming MacDonald, he first looked gratefully at his dear student.
“Hmph!” Maester Jarvie rolled his eyes considerably, expressing contempt for his senior.
Spinning around, he too stood up and joined his senior in welcoming the old marshal.
“Oh, MacDonald, you’ve kept us waiting for quite a while.”
There were no polite words, after all, they had all known each other for decades and were now loyal to the same Emperor.
“Haha, sorry about that, a bit of temporary military business needs to be taken care of.”
MacDonald smiled and made amends. The three of them went to the gazebo and sat down, and Kevin did the errand work, helping them remove the chessboard and pieces and set out the boiled tea and a few plates of fruit.
Aldrich instructed his student, “Kevin, the three of us are going to talk for a while, so you won’t have to do any work here.”
Knowing that what they were going to talk about was probably not suitable for him to hear, Kevin saluted and left.
After the young man had walked away, MacDonald put away his smile and said with a straight face, “Maesters, I know that you certainly didn’t seek me out today for idle chit-chat, and I’m a martial man who doesn’t like to bend the rules, so you can just get right to it.”
Aldrich and Yarvi looked at each other and smiled, then Aldrich said, “Marshal, in the past, we did have some things that were not convenient to say, but now, we can talk to you, after all, we are all supporters of His Highness Antonio now.”
MacDonald looked at him and nodded.
Yarvi picked up the words of the senior, “Although you have just come to the side of His Highness, we feel that it is necessary for you to know the full picture of things as soon as possible, what is the saying, if you are going to accomplish something with someone, then don’t doubt them, and we deeply agree with this saying.”
“That is why we have chosen this time and this place to have a heart to heart talk with you.”
Hearing the two respected maesters say this, MacDonald’s expression grew more serious.
“Both of you, as a matter of fact, I also happen to want to ask why the Bachelor’s Tower, which has been scrupulously neutral politically since its creation and has never intervened in the battle for the throne, would be so vociferous in taking the side of His Highness Antonio this time around.”
“Oh, please don’t be in a hurry.”
Aldrich responded to him, a mysterious smile appearing on his face.
“You’ll get all the answers you want next.”
……
General Collins Semen Fedotov looked smugly at the pass behind him, it was the last obstacle to Hydra, after that it was plain sailing.
He stood on a small dirt hill beside the main road, from which he could just see the pass, and one by one the soldiers of the Protectorate were passing through the gates of the pass.
It was as if his army was a long python that was passing through the tiny hole and was about to swallow the poor little nest of mice hiding in the hole.
After capturing the pass, Fedotov ordered his army to recuperate for two days to prepare for the next attack on the great city of Hydra.
An advance guard of 3,000 men set out early to scout the road ahead and set up camp near the city of Hydra.
Fedotov learned from the latest intelligence that the army of the Horned Bay Alliance was still struggling to decide whether they should move east or north at this point.
Fedotov was about to laugh his ass off at this.
Praise be to the Father in heaven, the great Lord of Light, who manifested himself to let those who betrayed their faith be punished – their heads were broken.
Fedotov swore secretly – vowing to uproot those heretics along the coast and spread the seeds of righteousness, so that the land would be bathed in the glory of the Father again.
“All right!” He said to the men beside him, “Let us go after the troops who set out earlier, and hope that when we see them they will welcome us with a well-fortified camp.”
Fedotov gave his horse’s ass a happy jerk, and the mount spread its hooves and galloped southward.
(End of chapter)