Chapter 307

Chapter 307.

On August 18th of the Holy Calendar, the restored Arda army resumed its march, and on the 20th, they re-crossed the border of the Duke’s direct territory and headed straight for Sente.

On the 19th, Maltz Kent once again assembled an army to block the Alda army, and still suffered a great defeat, and since then, the road to Sente has been clear.

The news that the usurper had no more soldiers left in his hands quickly spread throughout the Northwest Bay, and the other lords in the coalition resumed their attacks, simply bypassing Bidor Castle and leaving only a small force to watch over the defenders inside.

In late August, the three earl lords and other independent lords of all sizes that had been holding a neutral position declared their support for the coalition army, joining together to denounce the usurper, Maltz Kent, as having been unjustly granted the throne.

And many originally dependent on Maltz Kent’s Lords changed the door, announced to surrender to the allied forces, did not formally surrendered also secretly sent people to negotiate with the allied forces, was looking for the most is Paul Gleiman, we all know who is in this war contributed the most.

On the evening of August 25th, the Dukedom received word – the Arda army was less than 20 miles from Cent. If nothing else, they could reach Sente tomorrow.

At this time, the city of Sente – the largest city in the Northwest Bay – was already stormy and fearful, and the ducal residence in the center of the city was even more miserable.

In the past, this place was like a marketplace, with powerful and rich people from all over the world lining up to pay a visit, but now it was a deserted place.

What’s even more terrifying is that people have been disappearing or dying in the mansion lately, and those who were found dead were all shriveled up and missing blood, so the rumors are spreading and getting more and more exaggerated.

The Duke of Maltz-Kent seems to be too busy with the war to care about these things, and lets the rumors spread more and more. The servants in the Duke’s residence live in fear all day long but do not dare to run away privately. Before the enemy army captured Sente, the Duke was still the supreme authority here, and there were still a group of family knights who were loyal to him.

The situation and the mysterious horrors that surround the city have made the inhabitants of Sente uneasy.

At noon on the 26th, Alda’s army arrived outside of Sente, and with the re-recruited auxiliaries, its strength was close to 6,000 men, tightly blocking the three gates of Sente. After the whole army had a short break for lunch, the shelling of the city began at 2:00 pm.

Bare-chested and sweating, the artillerymen pumped out shell after shell. Shade shelters were set up at each gun emplacement to escape the summer heat. But even so, being in an artillery position was like being in a furnace, and the barrels of the guns would become so hot within a few rounds that cool water would need to be poured over them to cool them down.

The use of artillery bombardment is just a cover, for Sente such a fortified city, the conventional siege method is too inefficient, and is sure to suffer huge casualties. Paul’s plan was to dig tunnels close to the roots of the walls, cut large holes in the walls, place large quantities of gunpowder in the holes, and then set off explosions to collapse the walls.

So a large number of soldiers with shovels began more underground work, little by little to Senter’s wall digging over.

……

Maltz Kent was sitting alone in the empty hall inside the ducal palace.

He was catching up on every event since the beginning of Barnett’s plan, and a scene flashed through his mind.

Half a year ago, it was in this very hall that the lords of the Northwest Gulf gathered to celebrate the birthday of the then Duke Ferdinand. It was also on that day that the old Duke announced that he had chosen him as his heir. Maltz still remembered with uncanny clarity the shocked, terrified, and resigned look in the eyes of the duke’s younger brother, Viscount Henry.

It was probably also at that time that a plot against himself had begun to brew.

Price Parker, Paul Gleiman, and Morley Malcolm …… had one of them, and this gang of sewer rats and maggots in the thatch must have stayed in the corner of the hall and watched themselves with envious and twisted eyes.

Ah, at that time, I really should have thrown these guys straight to the big jail, maybe there would not be so much shit behind, not to mention the current situation.

Speaking of the cell, the Ferdinand family’s escape route surprisingly had an entrance in the ducal palace’s cell. Ever since that stupid Henry escaped, he had sent his own men to tear down the walls and floor tiles of the dungeon almost all the way through, finally discovering the hidden tunnel. Damn it, how come the realization had never occurred to me that it was possible.

However, I’m afraid that even if there’s no Henry Ferdinand, those guys from Parker and Greiman will find another reason to rise up against themselves, these villains won’t let themselves sit comfortably on the dukedom.

Hmph, you guys don’t let me comfort and killed my son, I won’t let you guys have a good time either.

Maltz Kent, his mind calculating the plan that had been hatched. Yes, it was true that he had failed in the head-to-head confrontation, but the fun had just begun, and he would be transformed into a nightmare, becoming a lingering terror for the rest of his opponent’s life.

“Hehe, Lord Duke is so leisurely and at ease ……” Just as he was thinking left and right, a slightly mocking voice resounded in the hall.

Maltz stood up prancingly, with the sharpness of his current senses, he unexpectedly did not realize that someone had entered the hall.

A man in a black cloak appeared in the doorway, slowly removing his hood and revealing his young face. It was a handsome-looking youth with an earring in his right ear, only his eyes were slightly frivolous, making it unpleasant to look at.

And wearing a black cloak in the middle of summer, was this person sick?
Obviously, this was no ordinary person, he walked slowly to the front of the main seat, separated from Maltz only by a low table.

Maltz thought a little and asked tentatively, “Are you a person from the …… Secret Law Society?”

The youth smiled and nodded.

“Where did Mr. Barnett go?”

The youth shook his head, “That lord’s movements are secretive, we don’t know.”

“Andy has gone back? Did he ask you guys to help me?” Without waiting for the other party to answer, Maltz roared angrily, “Why did you just come, it’s too late now.”

The youth spread his hands, “Help? Lord Duke, you may have misunderstood something. I’m sorry, I don’t want to talk much nonsense, but something unpleasant happened next.”

“Hahahahaha!” Maltz let out a burst of hysterical laughter, “So I’m no longer of any use, and came over to kill and kill in order to cover up your existence? Just as well, I also have a score to settle with you guys.”

Maltz suddenly stormed up, his right hand formed a claw and grabbed at the youth, so fast that one could not see the movement.

However, just as his fingertips were about to touch the youth’s face, his entire body suddenly came to a hard stop. Maltz still maintained the attacking posture he had taken after storming up, just as if he had stood still for an instant.

The youth took an unhurried step back and said mockingly, ”Lord Duke, you are only partially right. The more important reason is-“

His eyes instantly turned cold, and he said in a morose tone, “How dare you threaten a sorcerer, even if he is only an apprentice.”

Threaten? Maltz’s mind flashed back to the scene where he had forced Andy to ask the Secret Society for help.

The youth put his hand on Maltz’s shoulder and gently pressed down. The Duke’s forward leaning body couldn’t maintain his balance, and he fell heavily onto the desk table underneath him, on which there was a candlestick, and the sharp corner used to place the candle pierced through Maltz’s heart and out his back.

The Duke’s stiff body didn’t even struggle, and gradually ran out of breath.

A small smile returned to the youth’s face, he put on his hood and turned to leave the hall.

More than an hour later, a few servants carrying food came to the entrance of the hall and found that the guards standing guard were actually huffing and puffing, so they hurriedly woke them up.

The guards were mortified beyond measure, they were all elites beside the Duke, but they had collectively made such a low-level mistake.

It was probably because they had been overworked recently.

The first servant entered the hall, and the sight inside frightened him so much that he lost his hand and let the food fall to the floor.

Ten minutes later, the news of Lord Duke’s unfortunate and accidental death spread throughout the mansion.

(End of chapter)