Chapter 533 Rebellion

Chapter 533 – Rebellion
A large evening sun hung in the distant sky, the sun in the west had already sunk most of the way down, but its afterglow still colored the forest in a golden color.

Fergus silently cleaned up a gutted deer by a small river, the crimson blood flowing into the river and being dispersed by the rushing water.

Fergus held a sharp knife and carefully tore the skin away from the flesh little by little, concentrating as if nothing else in the world was as important as the deer in front of him.

“You really do have some leisure time, Lord Fergus.”

A low voice came from behind him.

Fergus, who was disturbed, replied unhappily, “When hunting, the moment before you shoot an arrow, the less you should show your face, lest you be alerted by your prey, don’t you think so? Master Valen.”

The man who stood behind him, Lord Dimitri Varun, clapped his hands softly and laughed.

“Haha, you’re right, worthy of being a Knight-sama of the Gladman family.”

It wasn’t clear whether he was being sarcastic about Fergus or Paul, or both.

While these two were making light of the situation here, the third person present was nervous as hell, Chacon Valen, the second son of old Valen, who was gripping the sword at his waist so tightly that sweat was clenching out of his hand, his eyes couldn’t help but dart in all directions, and a scene appeared over and over again in his mind – a large number of the lord’s guards suddenly flashed out of the bushes, shouting “You bunch of damned rebels” rushed up and cut them to death.

“F …… Uncle Fergus, that ……” he uttered with some hesitation.

“Chacon, ask with alacrity if you have any doubts.”

Old Valen said, “Lord Fergus is a busy man tonight.”

“Then …… cough, that ……” Chacon reddened and said in a soft voice, “when we do it tonight, can we not hurt that Miss Sertia. We are all decent people who follow the way of knights, it’s not good to lay hands on women and children.”

Fergus would turn around and look at Chacon with an incredulous look on his face, suddenly bursting into a fit of laughter.

“Keep it down, don’t draw attention to us!”

Chacon reminded Fergus with a horrified look on his face.

Fergus wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand, “Master Valen, your son is really protective of flowers, too chivalrous, thanks to your usual good education.”

Old Valen’s face was almost red, how could he not expect his son to think of women at a time like this, just now he should have told this kid to shut up.

“Asshole thing! Nasty bastard!” Old Valen was furious, raising his cane and ruthlessly striking at his second son.

“I’ve lost my face to you, get out of my way.”

The beaten Chacon looked dejected, but he didn’t dare to rebel against his father, who was usually incomparably majestic in his mind, and could only hide in the woods in a sorry state.

Yesterday, when he followed Fergus to greet the lord, he saw the lady beside the lord, and for a moment he was astonished, and his mind suddenly had one more reason to get Paul Gleeman killed. The thought of such a beauty being the scourge of their actions gave him a thousand heartaches, the kind that really hurt, it was such a waste.

Tall, white skin, like a swan’s neck, elegant and beautiful physique, Chacon can think of some words to describe the appearance of beauty in his head seems to be able to be installed in the body of Ms. Sertia, the countryside girls usually seen to know how many streets away.

Especially in yesterday’s banquet, the generous demeanor with her arrogant and cold expression, the first time to see such a wonderful combination of Chacon shocked to the heart thumping wildly.

I must have this great beauty!
A voice yelled repeatedly in his head, also causing his soul to vibrate repeatedly.

“Asshole full of women!” Old Valen, who continued to remain by the creek, continued to curse his son who had disgraced him with his lingering anger.

“Well, well, young man!”

Fergus, who was on the side, looked both like he was trying to persuade and mock, “Didn’t we think about women all day long when we were young? Later remind a little, don’t miss the business is good. As for that …… lady Sertia, it is said that under the lord’s management of the education of the official it, is not an ordinary woman.”

The flush on Lao Wa’s face subsided a bit and he said coldly, “Hmph! What is the difference between letting a mistress be an official and letting a hen crow, Paul Gleiman, the lord, is absurd enough, our uprising is in the right place, is in the maintenance of morality.”

He had long ago identified the pretty woman as Paul’s mistress. As for what is based on what is inferred …… This is still used to infer, this is not the obvious thing? Which aristocrat does not have a beautiful “pet” in his hands?
In his heart, now the lake town has long become a place of degeneration, from the mistress as the official this matter can be seen, all kinds of violations of morality things must be filled with that has been shrouded in darkness of the sin domain.

Old Valen felt more and more that what he was doing was righteous, and that he was working to restore the purity and beauty of Arda. Right! It must have been the great Heavenly Father who had guided him to do this in the darkness, and now that Paul Gleeman had long since fallen into the devil’s puppet, he himself was crusading against the enemies of the Father.

Repeated spiritual buildups left the present Dimitri Varun Sr. with no sense of guilt at all, but rather a sense of righteousness.

“Actually, if your son wants it.” Fergus said with a smile, “I can have the people involved in the hands-on today take care not to hurt that canary.”

“No need!” Master Valen refused in a stiff tone.

Alas, if only this second son of his was half as good as his brother, how relieved he would be to take himself.

“On the contrary, you …… can ensure that tonight’s action is foolproof?”

Valen looked at Fergus with some skepticism.

“We’re gambling, how can gambling be foolproof?”

Fergus was very honest.

“If it misses, then we’ll have to use the ultimate way.”

Fergus looked at the forest by the river, “Alas, if it does come to that, it’s a shame about this woodland, it’s a great place to hunt.”

“Trees can grow back when they’re gone.” Old Valen reminded him, “The opportunity only comes once.”

“I don’t need you to tell me, I know the importance of it.”

They considered several options on how to deal with the Lords.

The first preferred option was to use poison, to poison Paul’s food while he was eating and drinking at the feast.

But what I didn’t expect was that Paul had brought fifty guards to the party. If they really succeeded in poisoning the guards, what would they do, kill them all? Not to mention can not let go of a whole killed, their own manor is in the village, that have to make a big commotion ah.

We are all decent people, how can we be labeled as a regicide? At …… least …… least …… can not fall into the mouth, right?

At that time, Fergus also sighed at Squire Victor s prudence, Ruth Hayden really found himself an absolutely competent successor.

Fortunately, they had prepared several other programs.

(End of chapter)