Late at night, in the lord's hall on the first floor of the wooden castle, a group of people gathered around the table, watching the local dog on the ground licking the mutton soup just served by the kitchen servant.
A moment ago, after Oliver entered the wooden castle through the back door with mutton soup, the two spies who were observing secretly left quietly. One of the people who was responsible for the surveillance mission went to the wooden castle hall to report to Ron after the thin man slipped into the kitchen and poisoned him, while the other person continued to observe the movements of the two. When Oliver entered the wooden castle carrying the mutton soup, he was immediately stopped by Ron who had been waiting in the lobby on the first floor.
At this time, Ater's family had already fallen asleep. After Ron learned that the two spies planned to take action tonight, he decided to use their tactics to find out their true purpose.
In order to create an opportunity for the spies to strike, Ron asked Oliver, who was good at disguise, to dress up as a kitchen servant. After preparing everything, he took the opportunity to run to the latrine and let the two guys show their tails. Sure enough, before Oliver left the kitchen, the two guys finally made a move~ "Look, this dog~" Oliver pointed to the native dog who was licking the mutton soup.
Not long after, the native dog became weak and staggered, like a drunkard, and could not walk steadily. Then the body began to twitch, then fluttered desperately, and after struggling for a while, he began to vomit blood. Seeing the local dog flopping around in the house desperately, the onlookers dispersed.
After a while, the native dog, which was no longer struggling, fell to the ground and died. The hall was filled with blood and it was a tragic scene.
"This~" Ron, who had always been calm, also seemed a little at a loss.
“Sir Ron, it seems now that those two bastards are here to assassinate you. MD, I will lead people to arrest them both now!” Oliver was filled with anger, rolled up his sleeves and planned to walk out the door.
"Stop!" Ron said to stop Oliver. "Don't alert them yet. It's best to send someone to monitor them, but they must not be allowed to leave that room again. I will deal with it after I report to the master tomorrow morning." "Yes, I will arrange for a few more people to keep an eye on these two bastards!"
After Oliver and others left, Ron walked over to the bowl of mutton soup that was no longer steaming and took a look. Sighing in a low voice: "What a danger!"
"Keep this bowl of mutton soup for now~" Ron ordered the guard beside him.
"Yes, sir."
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"Ron?"
"Sir~" Ron slowly stood up and walked towards Art.
“Why are you here?” Art was puzzled. Normally Ron would still be at home at this time, but I don't know why he was waiting here so early today.
Ron approached Art and whispered: "Master, those two spies finally showed their tails last night and planned to poison you~"
Art rubbed his groggy eyes with a solemn expression.
"Where are those two bastards now?" Art suddenly turned around and looked at Ron, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp.
"They are still in the warehouse of the trading company. I have sent extra manpower. They can't go anywhere today."
Hyph Although he had been prepared, Art was still a little angry about this.
"Bring those two bastards to me, I want to interrogate them personally!"
"Yes, sir." Ron called to the five or six guards guarding the door and headed towards the trading warehouse in a menacing manner.
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In the warehouse of the commercial bank in the south of the residential area, the two guys on duty, although they only returned at midnight yesterday, were already sitting at the table early this morning, waiting for the news of the death of the Earl of Wales.
There is a plate of peas and two glasses of beer on the table. The two clinked glasses from time to time, their spirits were high and their faces were red from drinking. Once this mission is completed and they return to Lombardy, not only a large reward but also an improvement in status awaits them.
"Hey, why do I always feel that something was wrong last night." Flat Nose muttered after taking a sip of beer, wiping the remaining juice from the corners of his mouth, pondering over the details of last night's actions.
The thin man picked up the peas on the table, stuffed them into his mouth, and glanced at his flat nose. "What, you don't believe me?" After speaking, he picked up the beer and took a swig.
"No, no, no, brother Joel, just because the earl sent you to come with us this time is enough to show your ability. But I always feel that this matter should not be so easy to succeed."
"You, just wait peacefully, I guarantee that the earl is dead. With that amount of medicine, it can kill ten hungry wolves." The thin man said with confidence.
"Otherwise," Flat Nose suddenly put down the wine glass in his hand, "I will find a chance to sneak around the wooden castle later to see if there is anything unusual. If that bastard is not eliminated, I will not be able to live in peace for a day!"
"Keep your voice down, if anyone hears it, we will lose our heads~" The thin man hurriedly walked towards the door, intending to open the door to check~
Hunted with a flat nose, he took the glass to his mouth and saw that there were only a few drops of beer left in the glass. He tilted his head and poured the beer at the bottom of the glass into his mouth, smashing it twice. "There's no more wine. Where is the wine you hid? Take it out quickly!"
The thin man stood blankly at the door, his hands already holding the door half open without making a sound.
"Hey, didn't you hear, where did you hide the wine?" Flat nose stood up slowly, leaning on the table, and staggered towards the door. There was some impatience in his tone.
The snub-nosed man walked behind the thin man and patted his shoulder with his right hand, half-opening his swollen eyes.
"Where's the wine?" The flat nose tried to turn the thin man facing the door. As soon as he put his hand on the thin man's shoulder, a tremor passed through his palm and reached his arm. Flat Nose came to his senses and when he tried to twist the thin man around, he found that the guy was still unmoved.
Hence, the guy stretched his hand towards the half-open door and tried to remove the thin man's hand from the door from the side. When the door opened, the scene in front of him shocked the guy.
At some point, there were already seven or eight sword-wielding guards standing outside the door, glaring at the two men fiercely. The guy at the front had already put his sword against the thin man's neck.
The flat nose wiped his eyes with his left hand, thinking it was his hallucination. When he looked at the people again, one of them kicked the already drunk guy to the ground. When Flat Bi reacted, several other people had already drawn their swords and surrounded him~ "You~ you're not that one~" Flat Bi was stunned, and the kick just now made his stomach churn.
"What's wrong with me?" Oliver joked, imitating that guy's tone. Several guards laughed.
"Okay, kidnap these two bastards and take them away, I want to interrogate them myself!"
"Yes!"
In the lobby on the first floor of the Valley Wooden Castle, two guys dressed as guards had their hands tied behind their backs and fell to their knees. Their faces were still red from drinking too much.
At the top, Art sat upright, with Ron, the bodyguard, standing next to him. Oliver and several other task force members and the guards responsible for Art's safety stood behind the two spies with swords in their hands.
The two people kneeling on the ground gradually sobered up due to fear and smelled of alcohol. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"I only give you one chance to tell the truth who sent you here and why you poisoned me. If you lied to me, I guarantee that you will not survive today." The sound of Art slapping the armrest made the two of them tremble.
The two looked at each other, neither of them dared to speak. Because they knew that once the mission was exposed, even if they did not die in Art's hands, they would be executed by Walder Burley when they returned to Lombardy. In their opinion, if they simply refuse to admit it and use it as a weight to negotiate terms with Art, they may be able to save their lives.
"Don't say that, right? Ron~" Art turned his head and nodded gently to Ron. Ron left for a moment and walked in a short time later carrying a sack soaked in blood.
Matt winked at Ron, who put his hand into the sack and slowly took out the bloody head inside, still in front of the two of them.
"Ah! Lord Earl, please spare my life!" Looking at the heads rolling on the ground, the thin Joel shouted loudly.
"Spare my life? Did you two ever think of sparing my life when you poisoned me last night?" Art asked.
"I~we~"
"Let me ask you one last time, who sent you here?"
With a flat nose and lowered his head, the thin man knelt on the ground and desperately begged for mercy.
"Shut up! What are you afraid of? I don't believe he will kill us." Looking at the cowardly appearance of the thin man, he shouted angrily with a flat nose.
"You bastard, you still dare to be so harsh!" Ron went up and punched and kicked his flat nose, then grabbed his hair and raised his head.
"Master, you might as well let this bastard taste the poison they gave you." Ron said breathlessly, baring his teeth and looking sharply.
"Okay, then let him fulfill it!"
The guard then brought in the bowl of mutton soup that he had put away last night.
"You two, pry his mouth open for me!" Ron ordered. Then one of the guards locked Flat Nose's neck, and another man opened his mouth with all his strength.
"Tell me to be tough! Give me a drink! Drink!" Ron then poured the mutton soup into the snub-nosed throat, choking and making the guy cough.
"Ah~ah~save me! Save me!" After a while, Flat Nose fell to the ground and struggled desperately. His hands that were tied behind his back turned purple from the struggle.
The thin man kneeling aside was trembling, and his face began to twitch. His eyes moved back and forth between Art and Flat Nose.
Poof～
After struggling on the ground for a long time, he had a flat nose, vomited blood, and kept coughing. The guard standing beside him quickly backed away. Ron was unusually calm, because he had already seen the reaction of the local dog after drinking the mutton soup last night, and the guy in front of him was no different from the chicken, he was a scapegoat.
"My lord, this bastard is out of breath." Oliver took his hand back from the nose of the guy who fell to the ground.
"Drag him out, chop off his head and hang it at the gate of the border post." Art said lightly. Then his eyes fell on another guy.
"My lord, I say! I say!" The thin man burst into tears and his attitude changed 180 degrees.
"Why, are you scared now?" Art pretended not to care and turned his face to one side.
Then this guy revealed Walder Burley, the mastermind behind several people. He also explained clearly how several people sneaked into the valley and how they planned to get rid of Art.
Even so, this guy still couldn't escape the fate of being beheaded. From the moment Art knew the identities of these guys, they were destined not to come out of the valley alive.
第二日，这两个家伙和此前被猎狗咬死的胖子头颅一并被挂在边境哨站的大门上～
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在处理完这几个奸细后，为了避免此类事件再出现，亚特命政务府的官员再将那些最近几个月来招募的流民筛查一遍。 All suspicious persons will be expelled from Wales.
In addition, eight task forces led by Oliver have also set off to hide in the Principality of Lombardy. In addition to inquiring about Ward Burley's news, one must also always pay attention to the domestic situation in Lombardy.
This time is not the other time. Currently, Ward Burley already knows his true identity, and the Duke of Lombardy is ready to make a move. Once the Lombard army takes advantage of the Welsh Army's unpreparedness to attack the Burgundian Kingdom in the future, the Province of Wales will bear the brunt, and the foundation it has worked so hard to build in recent years will definitely be destroyed.
Not only that, once the valley is lost, the Lombard army will definitely march straight into the heart of the Burgundian kingdom.
In order to prevent the Lombard army from taking a preemptive strike, Art successively summoned high-ranking officers from the Welsh Army and senior government officials to plan the main tasks in the later period.
First of all, before the Lombard army takes action, seize this rare period of peace to step up training and improve the overall combat effectiveness of the legion. The Lombard army was as powerful as the Swabian army. If we do not take this opportunity to improve the legion's combat capabilities, we will definitely be at a disadvantage in future wars.
Secondly, while building the commercial road, the Ministry of Construction dispatched some personnel to open a simple road to the south for later use by the army when it went south.
In addition, Art also ordered Bob to send a letter to Marquis Flanders to inform him of the emergency. Previously, Art had informed Flanders about the Lombard caravan sneaking into the Burgundy Kingdom to inquire for information. Flanders was really shocked after receiving the news. From that time on, while reviving production in the kingdom, he also stepped up military construction and soldier training. Once someone wants to take action against the newly born Burgundy Kingdom, this army will become a sharp sword in his hand, piercing the heart of the enemy.
Finally, he sent someone to inform Viscount Bellian of Provence immediately, asking him to unite other nobles to lobby the Duke of Provence so that if Lombardy and Burgundy went to war, the two countries could unite to resist Lombardy. Of course, all this was done with Flender's consent in advance.
The reason why Att did this was simply that many distinguished merchants in the Principality of Provence had close ties with European trading houses. Once Art is hit by war, those guys will naturally suffer huge losses. They had no choice but to put pressure on the Provence court to assist the Burgundian princes. Because the two have long been tied to the same chariot, one will prosper and the other will suffer.
This is one of the reasons why Art tried his best to lobby the distinguished merchants in Provence to join the European trading houses. In addition to using the power in their hands to benefit themselves, they also found a protective umbrella. Once they encounter difficulties, those people will definitely not ignore them. It's not out of justice, but once your own interests are damaged, you must step in to defend them.