Chapter 129 - No Rationality (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

In the small castle of Mory, the mayor Bettel was celebrating.

The Gray Eyes organization was destroyed, and the immortal female monster hadn’t been seen for over ten days, most likely because she was scared of being killed and walked away.

His two serious problems were all taken care of at once, and now Bettel felt that life had never been so easy and pleasant.

A group of his subordinates came obsequiously over to toast him, and some of the city’s minor n.o.bles came over in due time to show their affection.

Wade, who had the best relations.h.i.+p with him, took a gla.s.s of wine and said rather regretfully on the side, “It’s a shame you let that woman named Allie go. She’s undying and beautiful. There can be many ways to play with her. If you didn’t want her, you should have sent her to me.”

“You couldn’t handle her.” Bettel recalled the special feeling that Allie had given him all this time, and then smiled contemptuously. “That woman, though idiotic and stupid, and not very good at fighting head-on, had a sense of pride. Completely different from any woman you’ve ever met before. I wouldn’t mind making her the true lady of the city if she were a little willing to be weaker.”

Wade was stunned, then laughed aloud. “How many women have you said that to—I’m tired of hearing it.”

“Really, that woman is different. She doesn’t seem too interested in things like wealth, but more so, just the style of life.” Bettel said rather regretfully, “And she’s different from the average woman when she’s making love, bewitching but not vulgar, aggressive but not giving a rustic feel. It’s the first time I’ve ever met a woman like this, but she’s just too proud and hard to handle.”

After hearing this, Wade said, “I’m even more interested hearing you say that.”

“There should be more than one female Golden Son, and when we look for them in other cities later, we’ll trick one or two more over here. Hopefully, all the women Golden Sons are as stupid as Allie.”

Thinking of certain indescribable scenarios, they both laughed aloud at the same time.

Just as they finished laughing and were about to go and talk to the others, there was a strange m.u.f.fled sound coming from the east; even the bustling banquet hall couldn’t completely hide the sound.

All of a sudden, the banquet was much quieter, with only the sound of musical instruments being played.

Then there was another m.u.f.fled sound, and now many people could hear it clearly. It was the sound of a heavy object being thrown from a great height and hitting something.

Most of the guests’ expressions were confused, not knowing what was going on, but a few of their expressions became strange as they had heard this, or sounds similar to it.

A bad feeling circled their minds.

And that included Bettel.

He raised his hand, and all those musicians stopped.

Then a third m.u.f.fled sound came from the distance. This time, it could be heard extremely clearly.

“Giant throwing stones!”

Bettel’s expression was uncontrollably gloomy—who was it that dared to attack his city with siege engines at this time?

As he was about to go out, a soldier ran in in a panic and said in a frightened manner, “Mayor, it’s terrible, the people of Gray Eyes are back! This time they’ve brought several catapults and are attacking our gates.”

“That’s impossible!” Bettel roared. “Gray Eyes has been annihilated.”

The soldier chattered, “But that’s what they were shouting outside the city.”

“How many of them are there?” Bettel asked angrily.

“At least fifty,” the soldier replied in a small voice.

As soon as Bettel heard this, he kicked the soldier to the ground and roared, “Fifty men? There are at least five hundred city guards, not counting the reserves, but you still don’t dare to charge?”

“We’ve tried. We sent two hundred men out earlier and…” The soldier lowered his head. “Like an adult cleaning up after a child, the battle was over in less than ten minutes. More than a hundred men on our side died, and the rest ended up as prisoners. And those fifty people, nothing happened to them at all—they are all professionals.”

“That’s impossible!” Bettel heavily smashed his cup on the floor, the clanging sound unusually harsh in the quiet banquet hall. “Even over at the capital, it’s hard to a.s.semble fifty powerful professionals. We’re in a remote area, not to mention fifty professionals, being able to gather fifty average people would already be pretty impressive. The Gray Eyes resistance was already so greatly sapped of strength that they couldn’t gather fifty people, let alone fifty professionals.”

The soldier lowered his head, not daring to speak.

Wade, who was next to Bettel, walked up to him and said, “Now is not the time to seethe at a small soldier, let’s take the soldiers over to see what’s going on.”

Bettel took a deep breath and showed an embarra.s.sed smile to the guests around him. “Sorry to spoil the party. That concludes it, your excellencies, please return to your homes.”

The guests were soon all gone. It almost seemed like they were fleeing in defeat.

Bettel, on the other hand, set off with the remaining four hundred elite guards in the castle and headed for the walls.

Just as he left the castle with the soldiers, six extremely unremarkable-looking players appeared near the castle, and although they were scattered around the castle in different directions, they almost simultaneously revealed wicked smiles on their faces.

When Bettel brought his army to the bottom of the castle wall, he was just in time to see a huge stone smash down from midair and hit the wall directly.

Amidst the screams, two soldiers were smashed into pulp on the spot, while five or six other soldiers were injured by shattered rock fragments, their injuries varying in severity.

“Archers, come up the wall with me, the others stay near the gate to defend.”