Chapter 739 Exchange of Lives
He stood up, pointed at the Prime Minister of the Lombardy Palace and shouted angrily: "Money can exchange for land, but can it exchange for the life of Flanders, the King of Burgundy?"
"This~" The Prime Minister of the Lombardy Palace was shocked. Standing up with a trembling body, he asked uneasily: "You mean Flanders is dead?"
Art raised his finger and pointed at the Prime Minister of the Lombardy Palace, angrily, "Yes! Flanders Otto, the ruler of the Burgundy Kingdom, is indeed dead. He died due to the conspiracy of the Duke of Lombardy. "Under this!"
After hearing this shocking news, the palace prime minister instantly collapsed on the chair~
The pot-bellied baron immediately stood up and helped the limp Lombard palace prime minister, and kept shouting, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
"It's over, everything is over~" the palace prime minister kept mumbling.
At this time, the pot-bellied Baron turned to look at Art, "Your Majesty, calm down, we will go back immediately and draw up a new contract, which will definitely satisfy you!"
"Go back? Do you think you can still walk out of this door today? Art Pointing to the door on the side and shouting,
Suddenly, armored soldiers who had been ambushing inside and outside the hall came out and quickly surrounded a few people.
"You, you guys~" Looking at the room full of fully armed soldiers, the pot-bellied Baron instantly panicked.
"Get them all!"
"Yes!"
In less than one meal, the peace talks in the eyes of the Prime Minister of the Lombard Court ended in failure. And he was imprisoned in a mansion in the castle by Art's orders.
Hands of the cash cow of the Prime Minister of the Lombard Palace, the pot-bellied Baron following him was put back by Art. According to Art's request, if a huge ransom is not sent within half a month, the life of the Prime Minister of the Lombard Palace will be in danger. At noon, high-ranking officers above the level of company captain of the Welsh Legion gathered in the lord's hall of the inner castle.
Here, Art will arrange the next southern expedition mission.
At this time, Art has not yet arrived at the inner castle hall. As the captain of the guard, Ron sat splayed on the chair and kept muttering, "It's over, everything is over -" After that, he slid down the chair to the ground. His funny performance made everyone present burst into laughter.
Angus on the side smiled and said: "Boy, it's a pity not to be a juggler. Let me tell you, compared with the palace chief, you are much better, aren't you?"
"Yes!" Everyone started to cheer, and the hall suddenly burst into laughter.
At this time, Art strode toward the lord's hall with his arms on his arm, and everyone bowed and beat their chests.
"My lord~"
"Everyone, sit down!"
After everyone was seated, Art said: "I'm calling you here today for one thing, to prepare for the war going south!"
Hearing the news, everyone started talking in low voices, with excitement in their tone.
Looking at the reactions of his subordinates when they heard the word "prepare for war", Art couldn't help but joked: "Two days ago, the sergeant major was still complaining to me, asking me why I haven't ordered the march south yet. If there is no fighting for ten and a half days, the soldiers of the legion will definitely mutiny. Now it seems that what he said is absolutely right, you are born to fight!"
"Hahaha." There was a burst of laughter in the hall.
Matt raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then continued: "Now that Wellsburg has been recovered, you have fulfilled the oath you made to me. Soon, I will fulfill my promise and give you all the military rewards you deserve. But now, what I want to tell you is that next, we will continue to go south. This time, we will march down Lombardy with the flames of revenge for the monarch and occupy all their land, wealth, cities, ports and docks. He Everything we have now will eventually belong to us!
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
"Tell me, are you willing to go on an expedition with me again?"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
After hearing this affirmative answer, Art nodded with satisfaction.
“Okay!” Art slammed his fist on the table.
「现在，由军团副长奥多向大家讲解南下作战事宜军议直到傍晚才彻底结束。吃过晚饭后，亚特突然想起了还关押在内堡地牢中的瓦德.伯雷，
< br/> So he led the guards straight towards the bunker and passed through the Lord's Hall. The narrow passage on the left leads to the entrance of the underground bunker. As the most tightly guarded place in the entire Sauron Castle, there are three levels to pass to enter the deepest part of the dungeon.
The first floor is the entrance to the dungeon, guarded by four armored and armed guards. The iron-clad oak door is more than twice as thick as an ordinary cell. There are two soldiers standing guard inside and outside, passing information to each other through the narrow openings in the door.
When Art and others walked to the entrance, the soldiers standing outside had already opened the cell door in advance. After a group of people entered, the cell door was closed immediately.
After entering the dungeon, several people first went down the stairs leading to the depths of the underground. The shining torches on both sides projected a row of figures onto the wall, like twisted demons.
Walking to the bottom of the stairs, an iron door made of fine iron appeared at the corner, also guarded by four soldiers. Two soldiers were on both sides of the iron gate, and the other two were turning the noose in the dark layer above the iron gate.
When the iron gate weighing hundreds of pounds slowly rises, the sound of the friction between the iron chain and the rotating shaft is like the sound of mourning coming from hell, which makes people feel fearful.
After entering the iron gate, go down the spiral staircase and reach the deepest part of the dungeon.
Four small cells were built in the circular columnar structure. The small space inside did not allow people to lie down completely, so they could only curl up and half sit on the damp ground.
"Sir!"
When Art's figure appeared in the guard's field of vision, this new recruit who had just joined the legion took the initiative to greet him.
Art put his hands behind his back, walked slowly to the recruit, and asked: "Where is the prisoner sent from the Lombardy Palace?"
"Reply to your lord, here!" After that, the recruit took Art to the cell in the corner under the spiral staircase.
Through the light of the torches on the wall, Art could vaguely see a prisoner lying on the ground with tattered clothes and a foul smell.
No one would have thought that the prisoner in front of him could be the former owner of this place.
The moldy pumpernickel bread and food scraps at the cell door were surrounded by rats. A layer of water beaded on the damp floor, and hay that smelled of putrefaction was scattered everywhere.
"The recruit took two steps forward and kicked hard at the fence, "You bastard, why don't you crawl over and kneel before me!"
The huge movement frightened the prisoner to turn his head and look around. When his eyes fell on the young man in regular clothes outside the cell, his dim eyes were filled with anger for an instant...
The prisoner ran to the fence and shouted at Art, "Ah! I'm going to kill you! I'll kill you!"
At this time, the recruit standing on the edge was frightened by the prisoner's crazy actions and hurriedly took a few steps back and fell to the ground.
“You stand down!” Art said to the new recruits.
The frightened recruit quickly got up and retreated.
Art took two steps forward and sneered at the frantic Walder Burley: "You want to kill me?"
"Yes, kill you!" Wadbury suddenly stretched out his hands and tried to strangle Art's neck. But unfortunately the distance was not enough, so he could only watch Art standing in front of him silently.
Matt remained motionless and continued: "You have had many opportunities to kill me, but unfortunately, you didn't seize them once."
Ward Burley's eyes were fixed on Art, his clenched teeth kept making grunting sounds, and his thick hands were still tightly holding the bars of the cell, like a tiger imprisoned in a cage.
"Back then, before my father and son fled into the northern valley, you had a chance to catch us. Perhaps by God's mercy, the cavalry you sent lost their way as soon as they entered the valley." Sneaking back to Wellsburg, we tried to get rid of you. Unexpectedly, you were surrounded by heavy guards, and we failed. You missed the opportunity to kill us again."
The Artilleryman glanced at Ward Burley and saw that he gradually calmed down and was no longer as excited as before. It seemed like what Art said was bringing back memories of the past.
"By the way, do you still remember the butler who colluded with you to frame the Wells family? It was the bastard whose head I cut off in the secret room~"
"And his pregnant wife!" Ron on the side added.
"Yes, there was the woman whose throat was slashed. This time, you still didn't catch me."
"The last time, it was just that you sent people to the valley to poison me. Fortunately, the hound in my family saved my life."< br/>
At said this, he took a long breath, "You see, God has always been on my side."
Suddenly, Walder Burley slid to his knees on the ground, the anger in his eyes was gone, replaced by despair.
He had never imagined that he would be reduced to the current situation. But death was also what he feared.
After a while, he looked up at Art and said calmly: "Tell me your conditions. How do you want to spare my life?"
Art turned around and said with a smile: "Conditions? A prisoner who has been deprived of his land and title and lost everything is worthy of negotiating terms with me."
"Use all my wealth in exchange for my life!" Walder Burley said hoarsely these words that Art had been waiting for.
According to the account of the big-nosed baron that Hans brought back, Walder Burley indeed hid the huge wealth accumulated over the years in an unknown vault. This is also the main reason why the Deadpool team is still willing to follow him after he was deprived of his title.
While Art was secretly happy, he did not show much interest in this condition. Immediately he said mockingly: "Do you think I am a three-year-old child? You have already been deprived of your title by the Duke of Lombardy and your fiefdom has been taken back. How dare you dare to say that I will exchange your wealth for your life!" Art said and turned around to leave.
“Wait!” Walder Burley hurriedly called to Art. "Those gold and silver treasures can be worth 30% of the taxes of the Principality of Lombardy. As long as you promise to spare my life, I can now tell the location of the underground vault-" Wadbury looked at Art with almost longing eyes.
Matt smiled knowingly and said to Ron: "Prepare some paper and pen for him, and then send someone to check. If there is even half a lie, he will be executed on the spot before setting off!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Let's go!"
When the dungeon door closed again, Ward Burley, who was kneeling on the ground, breathed a long sigh of relief, and the tears from the corners of his eyes finally rolled down at this moment·