Master Tongtian

Chapter 227 Marshal, I promise to do it neatly (66)

Time flies, and a month of preparation time flies by in the blink of an eye.

Early that morning, a full 150 oxcarts lined up on the road outside the east gate of Silver Moon Castle, and each oxcart was filled with various supplies.

The grain alone is loaded into 80 oxcarts, and this is only the first batch. Grain will be purchased continuously in the future until Crescent Town can be self-sufficient.

In addition, there are various tools for reclamation and construction, temporary cold protection materials, etc.

In short, I have prepared everything I can.

The total value reached 200,000 kronor, of which 150,000 was aid and 50,000 was obtained by Rosen through Candela.

As a first-class guerrilla general and the acting lord of Crescent Town, Xia Bolai led six teams of Crescent Rangers, plus 300 mercenaries hired from Huangshui Highlands, as guards for the convoy and Crescent Town.

Each mercenary has an average low-level fighting ability, and when coupled with an average mid-level Silver Moon Ranger, they form a quite astonishing force.

In addition, there were also a large number of horse-drawn carriages accompanying them.

Three of them were specially reinforced Moon carriages, one belonged to Chabolais, and the other contained Thrandis and Gendeloni.

The last one was Lydia and Hal. For some reason, they looked at each other and became mage companions.

Others were ordinary carriages, and some of them were filled with hired government officials, including clerks, judges, magistrates, magistrates, etc., totaling nearly 40 people.

In the other part, there were 280 civilian mages hired by Rosen.

The former is a helper hired by the deputy mayor Harrick, and the latter is Rosen's mage assistant.

The last ones accompanying them were the refugees from Crescent Town. Their number had exceeded 20,000, all gathered through continuous publicity.

The total number of people in Crescent Town is probably around 35,000.

Excluding the nearly five to six thousand people held hostage by the Iron Arm Brotherhood, as well as some old, weak, sick and disabled people who stayed in the ruins of Crescent Town.

The rest is basically there.

When everyone was ready, when the first ray of sunlight shone on the Huangshui Plateau, Xia Bolai waved his riding crop and shouted confidently.

"Set off!"

‘Pah~pah~’

‘Moo~~~his~his~’

‘Definitely~’

Amidst the cracking of whips, the mooing of cattle, the neighing of horses, and the crisp sound of horse hooves, a convoy of more than 20,000 people set off in a mighty manner.

At this moment, behind the motorcade, on top of the walls of Silver Moon Castle, Count Sophia of Omicia was leading a group of close ministers, watching the motorcade go away.

Perhaps feeling the gaze behind him, Xia Bolay turned around, waved vigorously towards the city wall, and shouted loudly.

"Aunt~~ Just leave Crescent Town to me!"

The suburbs were empty, and the shouts spread far in all directions. By the time they reached the city wall, they had become quite blurry.

When Sophia saw Chabolai's movements, she thought he was saying goodbye. Looking at the nephew she loved and hated, she couldn't help but raise her hand and wave.

Although he looks down on him, although he is often disappointed, after all, he is the child he raised with his own hands, and the feelings in his heart cannot be erased.

She waited until the convoy was far away before she put her hand down and said with a smile to Malkyri, the housekeeper beside her: "This bastard Chabollet finally did something serious."

She knew everything the other party was doing these days, and she was very precise and methodical.

She felt that the chaos in Crescent Town would soon end, and maybe it would become one of the richest places in the highlands in the future.

Malkyri bowed slightly in greeting, narrowed his eyes and smiled gently: "My wife has a pair of wise eyes and has found a good helper for the guerrilla general."

"Haha~~ You old guy really has a sweet mouth."

Sophia was in a good mood and felt relaxed all over. On the way back to Moon Moon Garden, she always had a smile on her face.

But some people are happy and some people are sad.

As Chabolai's eldest brother, Vobos naturally also bid farewell on the city wall.

When he was on the city wall, he didn't dare to show his displeasure because his aunt was watching him. But when he got off the city wall and returned to his house, before his butt even touched the chair, he threw it at the maid who came to serve him. hand.

He is also a high-level warrior, and his strength is so great that even with just a slap, he can directly beat the maid to death on the spot, leaving only her last breath.

The other slaves immediately became speechless and the hall was so silent that you could hear a needle drop.

Fubosi sat down on the chair, poured a large cup of tea down his throat, and then suppressed the boiling fire in his heart.

"Everyone go away and don't bother me!"

The servants immediately carried the unconscious maid away and crawled away from the hall, but they could not stay far away. They had to wait gingerly at the door of the living room, waiting for the master's orders.

More than half a quarter of an hour later, Vobos's deep voice came from the hall: "Invite Master Horus to me."

"Yes, Master."

The servant immediately ran to call someone.

Horus was a civilian mage with no background. He had been supported by Phobos since he was an apprentice, and he had always lived in Phobos' mansion.

After a while, he came to the hall and saw Fubos drinking alone.

Of course he knows the reason.

"Marshal, is it because of the incident in Crescent Town?"

Fubos had generally regained his composure, nodded, and pointed to the chair beside him.

"sit down."

After Horus sat down, he reached out and patted the table gently.

"My aunt is really too partial. She regards Chabolai as her son."

"I don't know what kind of ecstasy potion that ugly, fat bastard gave her!"

Horus smiled faintly: "The count has no partner and no heirs. Now that he is old, he will definitely look for comfort."

"Especially because General Chabolai was raised by her herself, so he will naturally have a preference."

"But forgive me for being offended, General Chabolai is just a pile of mud. No matter how much support he gives, he will probably never achieve great results."

"I know all this."

Vobos took a sip of wine and asked curiously: "Where do you think Chabolai got so much money?"

He did some calculations just now and found that it would cost at least nearly 200,000 crowns to assemble such a large convoy, but the people from the temple, including Faerun's compensation, only cost 150,000.

He just couldn't figure out where the extra fifty thousand came from?

Horus and Rosen had a deep feud, but because Rosen was too dazzling, he couldn't afford to offend him, so he originally planned to let it go.

But he didn't expect that the other party would be so bold and dare to interfere in the fight for the next earl of Silver Moon Castle, and also obviously angered Fubos and Faerun.

Both bosses hated Rosen extremely.

In addition, he obtained Faerun's "Fire of the Sun" secret book, and he recently successfully broke through the high-level mystery and became a high-level mage.

Due to various factors, he once again had an idea in his mind.

So, he whispered: "Master Rosen must have helped."

"Rosen!"

Fubosi's eyes were dark, he took a big sip of wine, and said: "Then how did he get this money?!"

“Probably a gallery”

"It's impossible. The gallery can only get him three thousand crowns a month at most. It's too far off."

"Is that a magic weapon shop?"

"The magic weapon shop is a small business like a mosquito's legs. If you can make a thousand dollars a month, it's amazing!"

Horus said: "I'll go check it out right now."

Fubos waved his hand: "Forget it, there's no need to check, you'll figure it out over time."

After a pause, he said: "I heard that the female director of the gallery is very shrewd, smart, and beautiful. She is Rosen's lover."

"You find an opportunity to capture her, find a few gangsters to kill her, throw her body on the street, and give Rosen a warning to stay out of his own business!"

Horus was startled and thought to himself: 'Why do everyone ask me to build a temple? ’

He has a clear mind, and he doesn't want to provoke the temple, which is the territory of the gods.

So, he persuaded in a low voice: "Marshal, why bother touching an insignificant female supervisor? Wouldn't it be better to just get rid of Rosen?"

Fubos's eyes dimmed and he asked: "Rosen is an intermediate divine grace mage. He is so famous, his spells are powerful, and he is so young. How could he not lose it?"

If Rosen could deal with it easily, he would have taken action long ago. Why would he wait until now?

After all, the current owner of Silver Moon Castle is his aunt, not him, and his aunt values ​​Rosen very much.

If he attacked Rosen, it would be fine if he succeeded in killing him.

If he didn't kill him, he would be in serious trouble. When his aunt and the temple both attack him, Xia Bolai would probably be the next Lord of Silver Moon Castle.

Horus then stood up and saluted.

"Marshal, if Rosen stays near Silver Moon Castle, it will be difficult for us to take action."

"But now he has gone to a wilderness like Crescent Town."

"As long as you leave this matter to me, I will guarantee that Rosen will never be able to return to Silver Moon Castle again, and the entire process will be clean and leave no trace at all."

Fubos shook his head and had some doubts: "Although you are all flame mages, your flames can't burn Rosen, right?"

It's true that Rosen is a mid-level magician, but everyone knows that his magic power is surprisingly high, not even inferior to ordinary high-level magicians.

His words were like a poisonous snake biting Horus, making him feel extremely annoyed, but he could not show this emotion on his face because he would be looked down upon by Fubos.

"Marshal, maybe my fire spell is not as good as Rosen, but everyone is afraid of the dagger stuck in the dark."

"I will plan carefully, force him step by step, choke his throat, make him breathless, and make him run for his life. When he is exhausted, I will deliver a fierce blow to completely extinguish his fire!"

Fubosi's eyes turned around Horus: "Have you thought of a specific plan?"

"nature."

"As long as my plan is carried out, not only will Rosen die a violent death, but Chabolai will also retreat from Crescent Town in disgrace."

"The Earl still has to rely on your strength to govern Crescent Town."

Seeing that Fubosi didn't speak, Horus thought that this result did not satisfy him, so he said: "Marshal, or you can let Shabolai stay in Crescent Town forever."

Fubos was a little tempted, but in the end, he shook his head and rejected this tempting proposal.

"After all, he is a member of the Omicia family and my brother. Let him live a humble life."

There is a bottom line for intra-family fighting. This is a highland tradition and a law of nature. Because those families that have no bottom line in internal fighting usually wither away quickly.

Fubos still knows this bottom line very well and will stick to it firmly.

"As you wish, Marshal!"

"What do you need from me?"

"It doesn't need to be a large amount of funds for activities. 2,000 kronor is enough."

"very good."

Fubos nodded and took another sip of wine, feeling that the annoyance in his chest was relieved a little.

"The more detailed the plan, the more careful and patient it is. I don't need you to give me the results right away. I'll set a deadline for you, just before this year's Winter Snow Festival."

"Thank you for your wisdom, Marshal, you will definitely get good results."

Horus smiled, slowly retreated, and his figure gradually disappeared behind the gate of the Marshal's Mansion.

Not long after he left the hall, behind a window on the second floor of the Marshal's Mansion, a figure stood behind the curtains, quietly looking at Horus's back.

It was none other than Bige, another mid-level mage who served Fubos.

He glanced at Horus for a few times, then looked away, and a thought flashed through his mind.

"This ship of Vobos is a bit unstable."

He is different from Horus. He is a son of a noble family and has a family behind him.

Without Fubos, we can still live a good life.

But if you follow the wrong person, your good life will not be there.

"Master Rosen is generous and gave a lecture at a tea party a few days ago. If I reveal this news to him, I will definitely get a generous reward."

"If the Fubos ship sinks, I can easily get ashore with this relationship."

When a small noble sits on the fence, that is a traditional operation and is not a slander.