When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1185 The Rules of the Roaring Corridor

what?
The young knight's eyes were blank; he didn't understand what Alexei was saying.

Alexei walked slowly forward, bypassing the knight in front of him, and began to walk along the corridor.

His gaze swept across both sides, meeting the eyes of each of the knights.

They were either core members and loyal vassals of the Alexei family, or local forces in the Baconburg.

They were Alexei's core support base and his mouthpiece to the local lords of Bearburg.

Their attitude, to a certain extent, represents the attitude of other Bearhold lords.

Alexei once thought that the lords of Bearhold, like the people of Thousand Rivers Valley, needed allies, fellow believers, and family.

But the truth is, they need a father, and a strict one at that.

Seemingly realizing what was happening, the young knight became even more uninhibited: "You say you're wrong, then give me a solution."

Alexei ignored him and continued to stare at the knights one by one until they lowered their heads.

When Alexei reached the end of the corridor and turned around, his voice suddenly turned cold: "Are you going to point your sword at me? Who are you asking?"

I apologize to my loyal subjects who may die. Do you think it's you?

The vampires who want to kill you are too powerful. Everything I've done is for the sake of restoring my kingdom.

"But what about the hamburger?" the young knight asked in a hoarse voice.

"What about Baconburg? What about the whole Bearburg?" Alexei's voice grew louder, loud enough for people inside the house and outside the door to hear.

"Are we really going to leave our three thousand most elite ranged troops here for the sake of ten thousand of you, letting Bear Fort lose all hope?"

"Am I deliberately trying to conquer the Bacon Fortress and then retreat so that the vampires can slaughter me?"

"Instead of asking me why we have to leave, go ask the vampires why you have to slaughter them!"

"If you treat us as enemies, you've chosen the wrong opponent. You can't only love your country when you're winning!"

In the greasy wooden house, the oil lamp was dim, and everyone's face was shrouded in darkness, but their eyes reflected the light of the oil lamp.

But in the dim light, Alexei's face was exceptionally clear.

Those fair skins wrinkled, their soft hair seemed to explode, and their once gentle and quiet faces became ferocious.

It was as if a lion had suddenly leaped out of the darkness, staring intently at all the timid travelers.

"We're running away not to save our lives, but so that one day we can come back!"

"We stay here, get wiped out by vampires, and then what? Who can come back? Who can take revenge? Just die in vain?"

"I feel the same pain as the vampires who slaughtered my people. I wish I could devour the flesh and blood of that vampire alive!"

"But all of this depends on us still being alive and having the strength to hold the clockwork gun and pull the trigger!"

"I only have one sentence: you can choose to stay and die with me, or come with me and avenge them in the future!"

With a clang, Alexei slammed the sword at his waist onto the table and turned his back: "Those who come with me, stand on the hilt of the sword; those who stay, stand on the tip of the sword. I'll give you five minutes."

Five minutes later, Alexei walked out of the room, followed by a long line of Norn knights.

Some chose to stay and fight to the death, while others chose to leave.

Without exception, they all cut their palms and drank a pot of blood wine together.

Although nothing seemed different from usual, the child prodigy Angrok immediately sensed something was amiss.

"Have they completely come to regard my cousin as their lord?"

“Not yet.” Groyev shook his head. “They just agree with Alexei’s statement that if this happens three or four more times, it will be about the same.”

Looking at this scene, Teomier also came out of the house and couldn't help but exclaim, "How much like Grand Prince Petrov!"

"Does he look like him?" Groyev pulled a bottle of wine from his pocket, took a sip, and said, "Compared to Grand Duke Petrov, I think he's more like a different person."

"Who?"

"Grand Duke Alexei".

"Huh? What?" Teomier clearly didn't understand Groyev's words.

Pointing to Alexei in the distance, Groyev shrugged: "At least Grand Duke Petrov wouldn't issue such an order." Standing amidst the many knights, Alexei gave his first order: "Gather the children together; at least we can take them with us."

Although it was a little late, Alexei finally adapted to the rules of the Roaring Corridor.

The chilly spring wind swept across the rooftops in the evening, making the wind chimes tinkle, and then the howling corridor roared.

As he drank, the relieved smile on Groyev's face gradually faded, and worry crept onto his lips bit by bit.

Alexei's move now is to unify the internal thinking and take the blame for abandoning the city.

However, uniting them does not guarantee a successful escape.

Lacuño is no pushover.

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Are you all brainless pigs?

"Such words are against noble etiquette, Your Excellency Lacunio."

Lacunio pointed at the still-stubborn Lord Gish: "If your knights hadn't been drunk, how could Count Mijiha have been captured by the hussars?"
Do you know that because of this, the shooting force at the Salted Meat Fortress moved out of bounds, and you ruined what was supposed to be a perfect plan?!

“I know those knights. They are all good gentlemen who are loyal to their duties and keep to their responsibilities. They could not have made such a mistake.” Lord Giles still argued vehemently. “Even if they did make a mistake, they should not be punished with suspension or expulsion. A fine of some salary would be enough.”

Taking a deep breath, Lacunio opened his eyes again: "Mr. Pokkins, what do you think?"

Lacunio looked toward the vampire count sitting on the other side in a high-backed chair; his name was Pokkins Lolita.

Just by hearing his name, you can tell that he doesn't belong to one of the thirteen clans; he must be from a small clan.

Pokkins held a cup of purple blood wine mixed with human blood wine, which was made by grinding living people with a millstone and then fermenting it after the recent massacre of the village.

This way of drinking is considered a disgusting, out-of-town drinking style by the three major clans of the old Wuguang City.

They put something in the wine, like they're eating fruit salad?
However, now that only one of the three upper clans has been killed by Serfaye, and these new nobles have been promoted, naturally no one will say anything about the foreign drinking methods anymore.

As for why Lacunio was looking at Pokkins, it was because the auxiliary army was not under his control.

The royal court's vassal army was a true vassal army.

Because its highest-ranking generals, without exception, are all blood servants of vampires.

In fact, although Lacuño was nominally the commander-in-chief, he still needed the support of the overseer.

This support could be withdrawn at any time, should the warlord believe he may be colluding with humans.

He was human, and although the vampires recognized his talents, they did not recognize his race or identity.

However, the warlord also said that as long as Lacunio becomes a vampire, he can rightfully gain all command authority.

However, Lacunio was never able to drink the jar of primordial blood.

At least after his death, he will still be able to meet the ancestors of the Plantagenet dynasty in human form.

Slightly tipsy, Pokkins noticed Lacunio's gaze, put down his glass, looked at Gus Dajun, and elegantly snapped his fingers: "It was your men who made the mistake, wasn't it?"

"Master, I..."

"Hush." ​​Pokkins held up a finger. "As an example, those drunk knights, all of them, are thrown into wine barrels and drowned. Their superiors are fined and flogged as a warning to others, including you."

"...Yes." Before bowing his head, Lord Jishi glared at Lacunio with jealousy and anger, then left the tent.

This left Lacunio both delighted and saddened.

If Prince Condé had had such control and command efficiency over the nobles under his command, he could have killed and punished them at will without much restraint. Why would he have died in Cheese Bay?

But the thought that he now had to rely on other races to kill his own kind to achieve such an effect completely wiped out his previous pleasure.

"Lord Lacunio, things have come to this point, what are your next steps?" Pokkins swirled his purple wine glass once more.

"The first 15,000 troops to arrive are the only option; we can try to surround them first."

“Okay.” Pokkins didn’t seem to be following an order, but rather receiving a report from a subordinate. “Let’s do it that way. Cheers.”

Pokkins raised his glass to Lacunio and drank the purple blood wine in one gulp.

Through the translucent liquid of the Purple Blood Wine, he could see Lacunio's conflicted and distressed expression.

(End of this chapter)