volume 3 - Chapter 155 (2/2)

“Oh?” A flippant voice immediately came back, even sounding young: “Ser Buga, do you know of me personally? Would you like me to address you as the ‘Crosshand’, or are you Duke Lantonrand’s or Grand Duke Roan’s guard commander?”

The stone thrown by Conrad was like a ripple amongst the Grey Wolves Mercenaries. They looked back their vice-commander with stunned expressions. Even though they did not trust the enemies, they felt curious over the sudden information. Buga and Makarov did not react to Conrad’s words, while the latter even stuck out a hand to prevent Buga from doing anything rash.

“I did not think that the mercenaries of Paper Cards would work together with the infamous Tree Shepherds. I’m sure it would be terrible if words of your deeds are circulated to the ma.s.ses.”

The forest turned silent.

Conrad had not expected Makarov to know the relations.h.i.+p between the Disciples of the Black Flames and the Tree Shepherds. He only replied with sarcasm after an afterthought: “As expected of the Cunning Fox of the past. You do know plenty.”

[That youth’s words are right.] (TL: Makarov is referring to Brendel.)

Makarov frowned deeply. He was actually confirming Brendel’s words, but he was also disregarding his men’s morale. In spite of that, he believed his men were not afraid to die in battle.

Mercenaries were men who risked their lives for coins. Although they were not as formidable as a formal army, they were still recognized as a force to be reckoned with in Vaunte.

“We should skip with the pleasantries, Ser Makarov.” Conrad walked out from his spot, although it was dark enough to only ident.i.ty him as a young man. “I’m here to confirm only one thing. Is the only son of Duke Rhun with you presently?”

The mercenaries were once again stunned and stared at their commander. In their eyes, high n.o.bles had nothing to do with them.

Makarov broke into sheer laughter: “Have you gone f.u.c.king insane? Leaving aside the face that I don’t understand what you are talking about, but even if I do, do you think I would bother to tell my enemies anything?”

But the young man’s reaction was merely to shake his head at Makarov’s sarcastic remarks—

“You shouldn’t put your foot down so firmly, Ser Makarov. Do you truly wish to see your faithful subordinates who followed you for over a decade to be put down like animals?” But he immediately shook his head: “But perhaps you are right. Your original status puts your far above them. It is a natural thing to fulfill your mission and abandon this baggage that is holding you back.”

“That’s enough, Conrad!” Buga snapped coldly at Conrad and shook his head. “We are all hired mercenaries. Do you think your taunts are going to affect our men? If you have any skills, then bring it out and show it to me. The worst fate that we can go through is merely death.”

Ther Grey Wolves Mercenaries immediately laughed. That was how it should be. They were already prepared to meet death in the battlefield, and Conrad’s little speech before they fought was something of a laughable thing.

It was especially so when they were facing their own kind. In order to show what they thought, they drew out their weapons, and there was a series of metallic noises created by the weapons in the forest.

============== Conrad POV ============

“This old f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d.” Conrad took a few steps back and hid himself in the forest once again. He looked at the dying girl with long red hair who was covered with numerous wounds beside his feet. “This cunning fox Makarov is really hard to deal with. Unfortunately our target isn’t him, otherwise I wouldn’t waste my time to persuade this Royal Faction idiot.”

“If you already know he wouldn’t talk about it, why don’t you attack them right away?” There was a man who wore long black robes standing behind Conrad, quietly advising him with a low voice. Two red stripes were sewn onto both sleeves, and Brendel would have recognized the man as a ranked bishop in the Disciples of the Black Flames, and several ranks higher than the high ranking acolytes he had faced.

“We could have done that, but there are two groups of men within the Grey Wolves Mercenaries that are unaccounted for. Makarov is well known for his devious tactics.” Conrad spat the words out with a displeased expression. “He left a group of men to chase after Eke in the town. They really do know how to act like he was running away, but no matter how I look at it, this is a plan to distract us.”

“It might be possible that he really ran away.”

“It doesn’t matter. To make sure that nothing goes wrong, I have already left a Gold-ranked swordsman behind. Capot might hide his true skill, but he wouldn’t be able to go against my placed swordsman.”

“Then what else do you have to worry about?”

Conrad scoffed lightly. He crouched down and grabbed the girl’s hair, jerking her head up. Blood immediately flowed and trickled down her face.

Scarlett jerked slightly and groaned softly. She tried to see past the blood in her eyes to see who was in front of her, but the young man pulled her hair even higher and caused her to curl up in pain.

“Urgh—“

Conrad gave a devious grin: “The other group of missing mercenaries. The report says it’s a merchant along with two women protected by a group of twelve mercenaries. How am I supposed to believe such a ridiculous lie like that? Makarov has definitely planned something, but even if I can’t get him to talk, he can’t ensure his men to do the same.”

“Isn’t that right,” He stared at the girl who had breathing in shallow gasps: “Little girl?”

Scarlett seemed to realize her situation, gritted her teeth and turned her face away.

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