Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 193 Aid Supplies
At this moment, a subordinate rushed in in a panic. He was out of breath and said to Shaquille: "Boss, there is a man outside who wants to see you and claims to provide us with food and weapons."

When Shaquille heard this, his eyes suddenly became sharp, like an arrow in the cold night, full of vigilance.

He asked cautiously, "Just one person? Have you confirmed it? Could it be a conspiracy of the good master?"

The subordinate nodded vigorously and replied firmly, "It is definitely one person, Boss. And he doesn't look like someone from Shanzhu's side."

Shaquille frowned slightly and fell into thought. After thinking for a moment, he was about to speak, but Kyle spoke first: "Bring the man over here and we'll know what his purpose is."

Hearing Kyle's interruption, Shaquille was immediately filled with anger. Kyle had challenged his authority in public several times, which was really intolerable.

He secretly made up his mind to find an opportunity to get rid of the other party as soon as possible and let everyone see the price of humiliating the leader. He suppressed the anger in his heart and gritted his teeth and agreed: "Listen to Kyle, bring the person over and you will know."

The men took the order and left. After a while, he led the man in. A tall man with a scar on his forehead and a scimitar on his waist appeared in front of everyone. This man was Kairos who was ordered to come here.

Kairos looked at the ragged slaves in front of him with a sharp gaze. Some of them even had slave marks on their faces. He was sure that these were the escaped slaves that Jalal had mentioned.

"I heard that you want to provide us with weapons and food? Why? Who are you?" The leader Shaquille's voice sounded first, with deep suspicion and worry in his voice, as if questioning an elusive mystery.

After hearing this, Kairos smiled slightly, and the prepared words quickly emerged in his mind. He said calmly: "It doesn't matter who I am. You just need to know that I hate the good Lord as much as you do, and I can provide you with help."

"A person who doesn't even dare to reveal his origins must be harboring a conspiracy. I think I should cut off your hand so that you will tell the name of the good master behind it." Shaquille threatened with a fierce look in his eyes.

Hearing the threat, Kairos remained calm and composed, as if he would not change his expression even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.

He didn't seem to be worried about the threat from the other party at all, because he knew that this group of rabble had already been quietly surrounded by His Majesty's Blood Dragon Guards.

Once he gave the signal, the Blood Dragon Guards would be dispatched immediately. Although it might be difficult to annihilate the enemy, it would be easy to prevent them from harming him.

Kairos continued, "If I were a man of the good Lord, I would have come here with slave soldiers, not alone."

"How can we trust you?" Kyle asked impatiently before Shaquille could speak.

He didn't know whether this outsider disliked the good master, but he had a deep hatred for the good master. He had no better choice in his current situation, so he wanted to try this opportunity.

Kairos waved his hand and said calmly, "You don't have to believe me. Food and weapons are real. As long as you are willing to continue to resist the good master, I can immediately provide you with enough food for ten days and weapons to arm three hundred people." When everyone heard his words, they immediately whispered to each other, and the scene seemed a little noisy. Everyone was whispering about the purpose and credibility of this mysterious man.

Shaquille was also hesitant. He racked his brains but couldn't figure out the other party's purpose. Did he simply hate the good master? But since it was delivered to his door, there was no reason to refuse it.

Thinking of this, he asked, "Okay, what we have been doing is to rebel against the good Lord. Your request cannot be so simple. What else do you want us to do?"

Hearing Shaquille's question, Kyle looked at Kairos with inquiring eyes, eager to hear the other party's purpose.

Kairos nodded slightly and said slowly: "Yes, in addition to doing the same as you did before, we must speed up the progress of the resistance."

Kyle looked puzzled and asked hurriedly, "How do you want us to speed up the process?"

"There is a village less than half a day's distance from here, guarded by only fifty slave soldiers. As long as you capture it before sunset and liberate the serfs inside, I will provide another batch of the same supplies." Kailos said with a stern face and a steady voice.

Hearing Kairos' request, Shaquille's face instantly darkened. He suddenly pulled out the knife, and the sharp blade flashed coldly in the dim light, pointing directly at Kairos.

Shaquille sneered and said, "So this is your purpose. You are the good master's man! There is a team of 300 slave soldiers nearby. Once our attack on the village is discovered, it will attract the enemy. By then, we will be in a desperate situation."

Seeing this, Kairos revealed a trace of disdain in his eyes. He looked coldly at the knife pointing at him and said sarcastically, "Use your stupid brain. I said at the beginning that if I wanted to destroy you, I wouldn't have to lie to you. I could have brought slave soldiers here, and there was no need to give you weapons and food. Don't worry about the three hundred slave soldiers. Someone will hold them back."

After hearing this, Kyle stood up without hesitation to stop Shaquille. His eyes were firm and his tone was resolute: "I think what he said is true, and with weapons, we don't have to worry about those slave soldiers. We have 500 people. As long as we can quickly break through the village, together with the liberated brothers, we can completely defend against the attack of those slave soldiers."

Shaquille was furious. He pushed Kyle away, pointed the knife at him, and shouted, "You idiot! What will happen after we capture the village? There will be more and more slave soldiers outside, and even the good masters will send out the Unsullied. Are you going to kill us all here?"

Kyle drew his weapon and shouted, "Are you going to stay hidden like this forever? Like a rat? You have changed, Shaquille. You are no longer fit to lead us."

Hearing Kyle's words, Shaquille's murderous intent became stronger. His eyes became sinister, and he slowly looked around. Among the people present at this time, there were five people including his confidants, and there was only one person who supported Kyle. With the addition of the outsider, the worst situation was five against three.

As long as he could quickly get rid of the other party, he could pin the blame for Kyle's death on the outsider. Thinking of this, he could no longer suppress his murderous intent, but looked at his confidant and exchanged glances secretly.

(End of this chapter)