Chapter 729 Celebration Banquet
Terman slowly raised his head, and his eyes suddenly met Art. The anger he had felt a moment ago suddenly surged up, and he rushed towards Art in one swift step.
"Protect the master!" Ron, the bodyguard who was following Art, hurriedly stepped forward to block him in front of Art, and kicked Terman, who was already rushing over, to the ground with a volley kick.
The two earl guards who reacted immediately stepped forward and pressed Telman to the ground. The other guards had already drawn the long swords from their waists, surrounded Ater, and glared at the captured noble officers in the secret room who were already crouching and shivering in the corner.
"Let me go! You bastards! Heretics!" Telman kept yelling and struggling, with a little blood oozing from the corners of his cut mouth.
At such a surprise, Art was not surprised. He removed his right hand that was covering his nose, patted Ron on the shoulder, stepped forward, and said with a sneer: "Count Terman, among all the nobles in the Lombardy court, you are definitely the most courageous one. But unfortunately, you fell into my hands. If I remember correctly, this is the second time you have tried to take my life!"
Teleman slowly raised his head, his eyes widened with anger, the corners of his mouth gradually raised, and he suddenly laughed loudly, "You are just a homeless dog wandering outside. Do you think that by taking back the territory that belongs to your family, you can get the forgiveness of the church and the approval of God? No! People like you only deserve to go to hell!"
Snap!
As soon as he finished speaking, Ron gave Terman a loud slap in the face.
“Stop!” When Ron was about to backhand the guy who insulted his master again, he was stopped by Art.
Att pushed aside the guard in front of him and walked straight towards Telman. He crouched down and looked at the angry and murderous high-ranking nobleman in front of him. He said calmly: "You are right. Maybe I was a lost dog a few years ago. But it also taught me how to be patient and survive. As for whether I can get God’s approval, I’m afraid you won’t have the chance to see it~”
Terman’s angry expression suddenly solidified a moment ago, and the frequency of his heartbeat suddenly weakened, and he was thoughtful~
When he was captured together with other noble officers, the others were taken out of the secret room. The officer in charge asked them to write a secret letter to their respective families, asking their families to come with gold and silver to redeem themselves. Only German did not receive this treatment. Thinking of this, he seemed to understand the meaning of Art's last words.
At this time, Art leaned close to Telman and said softly: "I have good news for you, that bastard Walder Burley is on his way to Sauronburg~"
Terman's pupils gradually dilated after hearing this, and he slightly raised his head to look at Art. He did not understand the meaning of this sentence.
As a noble of the Lombard court, he knew that Ward Burley had already been deprived of his title and land by the Duke of Lombardy and thrown into a dungeon. But at this moment, the guy in front of him suddenly mentioned the prisoner, which made him feel quite uneasy. "Does the palace intend to use Walder Burley in exchange for itself?" This idea suddenly appeared in Terman's mind, but in the blink of an eye, Art poured cold water on it.
"Oh, look at my memory!" Art spread his hands and shrugged, "You don't think he is here to recapture Sauronburg and save you palace nobles, right?"
Terman's heart suddenly felt heavy.
"To tell you the truth, the Prime Minister of the Lombard Palace is escorting him to Solenberg, preparing to hand him over to me. I guess they plan to use the bastard's life to buy some time for the counterattack." Art did not shy away from his opinion. "But don't worry, I will definitely let you live to see that bastard being sent to the stakes!" After speaking, Art slowly stood up and glanced at the Lombard court nobles huddled in the corner. Then he turned his attention to Ron and said, "Keep our noble Earl in solitary confinement and take good care of him!" After that, he turned and left.
"As ordered!" Ron grinned, the scars on his face instantly distorted, and his hungry wolf-like eyes could not hide the inexplicable excitement when he saw the prey.
"You guys, take him out of here!"
Ron gave an order, and two armored guards quickly stepped forward, dragging Terman towards the wooden door.
"Let me go! Let me go! What are you bastards going to do?" Terman, who was firmly controlled by the guards, completely ignored his noble image and cursed while struggling like a tied animal.
"You heretics! Devils! Let me go——"
When Terman's voice disappeared into the dark passage, the fine iron chain passed through the bolt, and the wooden door of the secret room was closed again.
When everything quieted down, the Lombard military nobles in the corner behind the wooden door looked at each other, feeling glad that they had escaped again~
It was almost evening, when Ron and several guardsmen had just finished the third torture of Telman in a tightly guarded mansion and walked out of the mansion gate, the last ray of sunset had just slipped from the western spire of the church.
"Hurry up, I heard that another big shot is here, let's go and have a look~"
At this time, the two local fort residents passing by the gate of the mansion could not hide their excitement and ran towards the south gate one after another.
"Big shot?" Ron whispered and breathed a long sigh of relief. Wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead, he said to several guards: "It's probably Earl Balian who has arrived. Let's go and join in the fun~"
Having said that, several people followed the flow of people and rushed to the south gate. Before they left the city, there was a sudden noise outside the south gate. Afterwards, the crowds of people continued to rush towards the city gate, and the noise was endless.
For the fortress residents and traders in Solonborg, such a grand event only happens a few times a year. Whenever important people visit here, it always adds a little fun and conversation to their boring lives.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" In the crowded crowd, a squadron leader wearing chain mail, holding a long sword across his body, and whipping his horse kept yelling at the crowded crowd. The soldiers following him with short spears were trying to drive these onlookers to both sides of the street, leaving a passage into the castle for the guests not far behind.
Ron did not follow the crowd towards the south gate. Instead, he crossed his arms on his chest and looked calm, waiting quietly on the side of the street and watching what was happening at the south gate. As the captain of the Earl's Guard, he disdained the job of clearing the way for others.
But the members of the guard who were following him stood up on their toes and looked into the distance from time to time, holding a trace of curiosity about this sensational nobleman.
While everyone was paying attention to the visiting big shot, Lord Art of Soronborg, dressed in fine clothes, had appeared not far from the South Fort Gate with his bodyguards and a group of high-ranking officers.
"Sir, they are here!" a guard said excitedly.
Ron looked in the direction of the guard's fingers and saw that the welcoming team was almost reaching a few people.
"Hurry, let's go there!" After saying that, Ron immediately ran towards Art with a few people.
"Master!"
"How are things going?" Art asked calmly.
Ron could not hide his inner joy and said excitedly: "That bastard has already spoken. In addition to the food and supplies in the castle, he also secretly ordered people to hide a large amount of food and grass supplies in a cave a day's walk from here."
"Is the person still alive?" Art glanced at Ron, and then looked forward.
"Don't worry, you won't die." For this kind of thing, Ron is already familiar with it and can always accurately control the intensity of the interrogation.
Matt nodded with satisfaction, and told Odo behind him, "Send someone to bring me the supplies tomorrow, and then hand them over to the caravan and bring them back to the valley."
"Yes, sir." Odo nodded lightly.
"My lord, look, Earl Balian!" Robert, the military priest, suddenly spoke.
At the south gate of the fort, the guarding soldiers had cleared a passage, and the noble Count of Provence, Count Balian, had appeared at the gate.
"Let's go, come with me to greet this friend who has come from afar~" Art said, lightly kicking the horse's belly and walking slowly towards Balian. A group of officers and soldiers followed him and went to greet the military noble who was killing everyone yesterday.
"Count Balian, you have had a hard journey!"
As soon as Balian got off his horse, Art greeted him warmly. Art couldn't hide his excitement when he saw this loyal ally on the battlefield and close business partner.
As the supreme commander on the front line of the Provence Palace, Balian also had no scruples at all when seeing his old friend. Instead, he quickly stepped forward and gave the oncoming Att a warm hug like that between brothers.
"Count Art, it has been more than a month since the last time you and I met. At that time, you were still the frontier count of the Kingdom of Burgundy. Now, you have suddenly transformed into the lord of this military castle in the heart of Lombardy. It is really enviable~"
Brian said, and the two looked at each other and laughed.
Att patted Balian's thick arm and continued: "If you hadn't contained the main force of the Lombard army in the west, I wouldn't have been able to take back the territory that originally belonged to the Wells family so quickly. You and your Provence brothers also have a share of the credit for this."
"Since you said so, I'm not polite." Balian suddenly became interested and said excitedly: "Then you must have good wine and good meat today!"
"Don't worry, in addition to good wine and good meat, I also ordered twenty barrels of Lombardy wine to be prepared for you~"
"Excellent! Excellent!"
After the two chatted for a while, Balian walked towards the Lord's Hall of Sauronburg, accompanied by Art and others.
At this time, the brand-new inner castle hall was filled with the aroma of meat and the pleasant smell of wine. The drinks and food prepared for the celebration banquet were being delivered to the huge long oak table one after another and placed on both sides.
Under the corners on both sides of the hall, four sealed wooden boxes were filled with a large amount of coins seized this time. This is a gift that Art prepared for Balian and his subordinates who came from afar to thank them for their assistance and support to the Welsh Army in this southern expedition.