Heart of the Castle

Chapter 142 Trien's second poisonous plan

"What?" Viscount Ryan was taken aback, and the muscles on his face couldn't help but twitch, "Herbert Grand Knight Commander, what do you mean to say, that Li Wei is not the one whose parents died as we know?" Orphans, but with a deep background?"

"I'm not sure about this, but the vindictiveness that destroyed the pardon scroll must be the kind that Knight Martin possessed." Herbert said, stroking his gray beard.

"Is it possible that the person in charge of the refugee camp is actually Knight Martin. I remember that he originally lived in seclusion in the mine village, where he was attacked by the demon army a few days ago, and now only It's in ruins," said Wilps, another great knight commander who had been muttering silently.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out, but according to the information we have, when the Demon Slave Knights were wiped out in the refugee camp, Mining Pit Village had not yet been attacked by demons. At that time, Martin Knight should still be sitting there, No sign of leaving." Herbert replied with a frown.

It seems that the problem has come to this point, and it has fallen into an impasse with no solution. The knights have spoken out and expressed their own ideas, which inevitably conflict with each other.So some were furious and yelled at the table, some were furious and pressed their hands on the hilt of their swords, some smiled at the corners of their mouths and spoke with sarcasm.

"That's enough, let's stop here!" Viscount Ryan, who felt his head was hurting, stood up suddenly, and shouted: "I called a meeting with you to discuss a way to clear the pardon for the Ryan family. The disgrace of being slandered and the envoy being killed, instead of letting everyone fight among themselves to resolve personal grievances."

The noisy voice suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if cut by a sharp blade called silence.Several knights had left their seats just now, and glared angrily with their hands on the hilts of their swords. At this moment, they all recovered their calm expressions, and each of them returned to their seats by the table angrily.

Viscount Ryan suppressed his anger, and glanced coldly at Templeton, who was kneeling on one knee at the end of the conference table, "Now that the envoy was killed, it is clear, Knight Templeton, your punishment will be After the calamity is over, it will be offset with your credit for fighting the devil, and then it will be announced."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Viscount, I will fight bravely for you and wash away the stain on my reputation." Knight Templeton breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his head to the Viscount Lane again, and then stood up and returned to his seat.

"As for the destruction of the pardon, this is also a disgrace to the Lane family. What's your opinion on how to wash away this shame?" Viscount Lane sat back in his chair, leaned back heavily, and folded his hands on his chest.

"Of course we sent a large army to wipe out that ungrateful boy!" Knight Templeton was the first to jump up and shout, and the knights around him nodded in agreement.

"It's better to just wait and see how it gets better. This time, the evil disaster came ahead of time. The troops on the territory were unprepared, and the losses were quite serious. If we still send out an army to attack at this time, no matter whether we win or lose, it will cause great losses. When the time comes Once the demon army attacks the castle again, what are we going to do to defend it?" Knight Chester made the opposite opinion, and several knights beside him also made voices of agreement.

"Chester, you are a coward! The Viscount's disgrace is the disgrace of us knights who are loyal to him. In order to wash away the disgrace, brave and fearless knights should do whatever it takes!" Knight Templeton roared.

"You keep saying that it was Li Wei who brought shame to His Excellency the Viscount, but the envoy of His Excellency the Viscount died at the hands of your subordinates. Who can be sure whether Li Wei tore up the pardon? If there are other people, don't we play into their arms by sending troops to attack the refugee camp?" Knight Chester retorted without giving in.

"Your Excellency, I think this is good. I still have some friendship with Knight Martin. Now I will write a letter and send someone to the refugee camp to hand it to him. I think, even if it is only because of the honor of the knight, Martin The knight will definitely tell the truth." Herbert suggested.

"Master Viscount, and you brave knights, you don't need to be so troublesome at all." Standing behind Viscount Ryan, the old butler Trion suddenly bowed and took two steps forward, with a sweet smile on his face. "Whether it is ignoring it or sending troops to attack, it is not an appropriate choice now. Leaving aside Li Wei's attitude, after all, they are all human forces. In the face of evil disasters, they should be unified under the banner of Lord Viscount."

Viscount Lane raised his head and said annoyedly: "Damn old fox, just say what you want to say, don't go around in circles, if it's all clichés like this, don't waste everyone's time."

"Of course, of course, Lord Viscount, my solution is very simple. Now the number of refugees gathered in the castle is close to 2000. Although we have lowered the ration distribution standard several times, such a large number of refugees is still a big problem. "

Viscount Lane sighed, "Trian, how long can we store food?"

"According to the current food consumption rate, it can last for about three months, no more than four months at most." Trien took out a notepad from his jacket pocket, flipped through it and said.

"Four months..." This number weighed heavily on every knight's chest, making these brave and fearless men feel oppressed for a while.No matter how sharp the sword and battle ax in the hands, how clever the riding tactics are, if there is no food, the fall of the castle is an inevitable result.

"Four months... the record for the longest period of a demon disaster is two and a half years, and the shortest will last for more than a year. It has just passed seven months now, and even if it is calculated according to the shortest time, it needs to be supported for another five months. .” Sitting next to Viscount Ryan, Master Sugard slowly came to an ominous conclusion.

"This is what I want to say. You all know that our food is not enough to last until the end of the disaster. Moreover, in order to ensure the rations of the troops, the rations distributed to residents and refugees have been repeatedly reduced. Now we can barely maintain a situation where no one can starve to death." Trien said in a compassionate voice, tears seemed to start to glisten in the corners of his eyes. "Whether they are refugees or the original residents of the castle, everyone is a subject of Lord Viscount, and we cannot bear to give up any of them. But under the dense fog, all crops cannot grow, we have to without any food supplies, so we can only find a way out for some of them."

"Trian, do you mean that you want to drive the refugees out of the castle and fend for themselves?" A knight stood up and questioned with a gloomy expression.

"Of course not. Driving the refugees out of the castle is equivalent to letting them die. I, Terry, can't do such a cruel thing." The old butler retorted with a look of righteous indignation: "There is a place that should be restored." have enough food."

"You mean Dayan Village? There are black-hearted black market merchants gathering there, and refugees will not be allowed in at all." Another knight reminded.

"No, of course Dayan Village will have some food, but obviously they won't have any kindness." The old housekeeper's smile became sweeter. "The place where I'm talking about food is the refugee camp!"

(End of this chapter)