Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 83 The Rebels

With Ampar's reassurance, Oliver sat on the bed, staring intently at the latter, wondering what else he could say.

“I know what you care about, so we certainly won’t make things difficult for you.”

Seeing that the other person was no longer so agitated, Ampar picked up his wine glass, sat back down on the soft bed, and raised his glass to the other person in a gesture of respect.

"Let's leave that aside for now. I've heard some rumors that something seems to be troubling you, sir."

Baron Oliver remained silent, watching Amber speak to himself:

"I've heard that a group of armed men has suddenly appeared around here recently. I think their name is... Oh, right, the Freedom Resistance Army! I wonder if Lord Oliver has heard of them?"

Baron Oliver, who had been keeping a cold expression, suddenly became flustered when he heard Ampar's question. His eyes widened as he stared at Ampar in disbelief.

"According to my master, this Freedom Resistance Army has already attracted some attention from above. I wonder if Lord Oliver has any leads on this matter."

Baron Oliver, whose sweat had just dried, felt his heart leap into his throat again under Amber's new round of questions, and sweat poured down his forehead once more. Amber, sitting on the sofa, seemed oblivious to this, continuing to speak as if nothing was amiss:

"I heard that this group is very secretive. A few days ago, they even caused a riot in Windhelm City and executed the city lord there. Tsk tsk tsk, what a terrifying group. Oh right, I remember their slogan. It seems to be that they shouted to overthrow the local nobles and win true freedom."

At this point, she turned to look at Oliver, who was already covered in sweat, and her eyes seemed to see right through him.

"Then, does Lord Oliver know why those unruly people killed the Lord of Windhelm?"

Oliver trembled involuntarily, his expression turning terrified as he looked at Amber. Did she know something? That shouldn't be the case; this was done very discreetly. Left with no other option, Oliver had to ask her directly:
"Mr. Ampar, what do you mean by that? I... I don't quite understand."

Hearing Oliver's words, Ampar smiled contemptuously. This fat pig, it seems, won't give up until he's completely cornered.

"Oh dear, since Lord Oliver is not quite clear about this, then this matter is probably none of your concern. It's a pity, as my master was originally willing to provide some assistance in this matter."

Seeing that the baron was still putting on a brave face, Ampar found it somewhat amusing.

"Oh, right, I just remembered something else. Aren't those guys in the North going to set up a Northern Garrison Army? This is quite strange to His Majesty, since the aid policies over the years have had some shortcomings in their implementation."

However, overall, this shouldn't cause such great difficulties for operations in the North. Therefore, His Majesty intends to send a group of his personal attendants to investigate the entire aid route. Lord Oliver, you should be prepared; this is a good opportunity to demonstrate your achievements to the envoy.

Hearing this, Baron Oliver finally couldn't hold back any longer. He jumped up from the soft bed, grabbed Amber's arm, looked at the latter with a panicked expression, and stammered:
“Mr. Ampar, this, this, you.”

Seeing Ampar's ambiguous smile, Baron Oliver gritted his teeth and made a huge decision.

“Mr. Ampar, I’m willing to cooperate, but you have to help me.”

Seeing that the fat pig had given in, Ampar couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This damned fellow was really troublesome.

"You're too kind, Lord Oliver. What do you mean by helping you? We're close allies, aren't we? The emergence of that rebel group has absolutely nothing to do with you." Hearing Ampal easily reveal the inside story, Baron Oliver lost all hope and could only look at him expectantly.

"Since you've agreed to what we just discussed, I might as well give you a heads-up: this matter has nothing to do with you. On the contrary, you are the victim in this matter. We will arrange for some people to pretend to be those rebels and then launch an attack on the town. Of course, some casualties are inevitable in the process."

When Ampar recounted the plan, his face remained expressionless, as if he were talking about something utterly ordinary.

"Then, your great Baron Oliver will step in and lead your security forces to defeat these bandits. And then, the plan comes to its most crucial point: after you have defeated the rebels, immediately declare martial law in the entire town of Helgen."

In this way, both of our goals can be easily achieved, and you won't be subject to any suspicion. Isn't that a perfect plan?

Looking at Ampar's calm face, Oliver couldn't help but shudder. It was hard to imagine that someone could deliberately create such a disaster in order to achieve their goal.

Seeing Oliver's startled expression, Ampar smiled, raised his glass, and downed the red wine in one gulp.

"Lord Oliver, we can now discuss the location of the incident. My personal suggestion is that these commoner streets and the Helgen administration building be destroyed, which will save us the subsequent cleanup work. This way, the investing chambers of commerce can move in more quickly."

Seeing the other party's confident and well-thought-out demeanor, Oliver realized that he had never had any choice from the beginning. With that thought, he shook his head and raised his glass to Ampal in a polite toast.

"Since Mr. Ampar has considered everything so thoroughly, let's proceed as you wish. We hope Mr. Ampar will continue to provide guidance in the future."

"Not at all, not at all. It is I who should thank you, Mr. Oliver. It was your wise decision that made our cooperation possible."

Just as the two were about to raise their glasses in celebration, several muffled thuds were heard, followed by a slight tremor. While they were still wondering what had happened, a male waiter pushed open the door to the private room and said in a flustered manner:

"Mr. Ampar, there has been an explosion at the government building, and it's on fire now!"

Upon hearing the waiter's words, Baron Oliver paused for a moment, then looked at Ampar.

"Has this already been taken action?"

Hearing Baron Oliver's words, Amber couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Idiot!" she thought. But she still patiently replied:

"No, Lord Oliver, we just finished our talks. How could we act so quickly? Something else must have happened."

As she spoke, she stood up, threw the bath towel aside, picked up her clothes, and put them on.

“Let’s go see what happened. Also, wake up Taba and the others to protect the bathhouse in case of any accidents.”

"Yes, Mr. Ampar."

(End of this chapter)