Chapter 45: Provoking Disaster

Baron Russell looked at the corpse in front of him in a furious manner. These people were sent by the sentries he sent out to patrol, but now they became dead bodies that could not move. However, Baron Russell did not know who made the move. Judging from the wounds on the corpse, they were killed by swords or swords. There were footprints of horse hooves around the corpse. It seemed that they were attacked by cavalry.

"Did Sir York attack us?" Baron Russell's eldest son supported the sword on his waist and said to the Baron.

"Sir York?" Baron Russell looked around. Although he had signed a joint agreement with the nobles, no one was sure that anyone would not stab the knife in the back at this time. There were few betrayals and conspiracies among the nobles.

"He has always been unfriendly to us. I will take a few people to kill their people and take revenge." Baron Russell's eldest son pulled out the sword at his waist and waved his hand to the guards around him and set off, but Baron Russell raised his arm to stop them.

"No, don't be busy for now. If it wasn't for him, what would we say?"

"It must be him. Only Sir York has the most cavalry among the nobles. He must have wanted to demonstrate to us, or it is possible that he and Mark have joined forces."

"What? Joining forces with Lord Mark, why? He shouldn't be so stupid." Baron Russell frowned and shook his head. There was no benefit in joining forces with Lord Mark at this time, but on the contrary, he would be hit by the nobles.

"Or what if I take a few people to Sir York's estate, my father." Baron Russell's eldest son suggested to his father.

"Well, okay, remember not to do anything when you find it, come back and report it to me immediately." Baron Russell thought for a while, and then said to his son.

"Okay, father." Baron Russell's eldest son rode on his horse and ran towards Sir York's manor.

Sir York's manor was old. The strong stone walls surrounded the manor's manor. The land around the manor was cultivated by serfs, and many war horses and grape racks covered with green vines were raised. In addition to the land cultivated by serfs as income, the wine brewed in the manor was also one of the trade income. Therefore, merchants often went in and out of Sir York's manor. On this day, a caravan also came to the manor and they purchased a lot of wine, which made Sir York's butler very happy.

"What are those?" Sir York watched as the merchants unloaded boxes of white paper and piled them on the open space of the manor, so he asked his housekeeper curiously.

"That is a gift from the merchants, Lord." The housekeeper said respectfully to Sir York in chain armor.

"Gift?"

"Yes, Sir, some recent popular Mark paper."

"Mark paper?"

"Yes, Sir, these Mark papers are very popular now. We can sell them in large towns and you will have a lot of income."

"Well, then, these merchants are very good. Let them leave after eating in the manor. The price of wine can be slightly lower." Sir York nodded with satisfaction and said to his butler.

"Yes, Lord." The housekeeper immediately asked the servants to prepare food for the merchants. One of the merchants wore a felt hat, a shawl often worn by the merchants, tights made of tubular hair products, and a pair of duck-billed shoes, but his eyes were sharp and savorous, completely different from those of the merchants.

"Sir Schwab, this is so adventurous. You can just let me do it." Next to this unique merchant, a tall bald caravan mercenary guard was beside him, and he said to Schwab carefully.

"Of course I have to come in person so that Baron Russell can be fooled. By the way, hasn't Srick come back yet?" Schwab mixed among the merchants in his businessman's clothes, holding a piece of frozen meat in his hand, and ate it like the merchants.

"Sir, I'm back. Baron Russell's son came here with a few guards. I'll take a walk back first." Srick came to Schwab's side and whispered, patrolling back and forth at the gate of the manor.

"Sir, why don't we conquer this manor?" asked Bald Otto.

"No, my plan is to make the nobles suspicious of each other. There is no need to capture the manor. Besides, there are many soldiers hidden in this manor. Look, there are archers watching from time to time in the windows of the manor." Schwab looked at the manor that was loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and said to Bald Otto.

"Okay, sir, let's go." After the merchants ate the meat in their hands, they said goodbye to the butler in the manor and walked out of the manor with a pack horse. After leaving the sight of the sentries on the observation deck in the manor, Schwab immediately took off his merchant's clothes, changed into his armor from his luggage, and rode on the horse. The other merchants also changed their image and put their armor and shirts on their bodies. The caravan turned into a marching force, walking on the avenue with a swagger.

"Wait a minute, hide in the woods." Baron Russell's eldest son, with his several guards, saw the troops opposite and hurriedly hid into the jungle beside the road. Fortunately, the jungle was very dense to cover up their whereabouts, but all this had been discovered by Srick, who was good at detecting. He secretly gave Schwab a look, and Schwab rode on the horse without moving, as if he didn't know it at all.

"Sir York is so generous. Not only did he give us so many wines, but he also invited us to have a meal. The friendly promise between the two sides will definitely last for a long time." Schwab said loudly to bald Otto as he rode his horse.

"Yes, Lord Earl, those rumors about the nobles attacking us will disappear soon." Bald Otto said loudly in cooperation.

"Sir, look at so many wines." Baron Russell's eldest son's guard pointed from the grass, and the barrels of barrels pulled from the carriage, the sound of liquid from the barrels, and the smell of wine that they recognized were wine from Sir York's estate.

"Sir York is such a good man, so I think it's worth it to give him so much of our Mark's specialty Mark paper." Schwab continued to say loudly.

"Sir, it seems that Sir York does have a collusion with Mark. Let's go back and tell the Baron quickly."

"No, wait, we have all the people waiting for Mark to go far away and go to Sir York's manor." Baron Russell's eldest son waved his hand to his heel and decided to go to Sir York's manor to find out.

When Schwab and others were leisurely away, Baron Russell's eldest son and several guards hurriedly led their horses out of the jungle and ran to Sir York's manor. They came to the door of the manor to report their identity to the guards. A moment later, Sir York was invited to the manor to visit the manor. Sir York came out to greet Baron Russell's eldest son in person.

"Why are you here? Where are your father?" asked Sir York.

"My father was feeling uncomfortable, so I sent me to ask you when I could send troops?"

"Send troops? Isn't it still a while, why bother to worry?" Sir York shook his head and sent Baron Russell's eldest son into the manor. In the open space of the manor, several servants were trying to move several boxes to the warehouse.

"Hurry up, stupid, be careful, this thing is very expensive." The housekeeper urged, but a servant accidentally threw the box to the ground. The goods inside came out, and many Mark papers fell to the ground.

"Why have you never seen that?" Baron Russell's eldest son asked curiously.

"Ah, nothing, it's just a gift from some merchants." Sir York said without comment.

"Well." Baron Russell's eldest son lowered his head and remained silent. He quietly gestured to his subordinates behind Sir York. The escort quickly deliberately left behind.

"Please, this naiveness is so cold. Go to the fireplace to warm it up for a while." Sir York said enthusiastically, and then let Baron Russell's eldest son and guards enter the lounge, but he left. Baron Russell's eldest son walked absent-mindedly to the fireplace burning fireplace, stretched out his hand and baked it. After a while, the escort who was behind walked into the lounge and came to the baron's eldest son and whispered.

"What? Those are Mark papers?" Baron Russell's eldest son was shocked. It seemed that Sir York had indeed colluded with Mark, so wouldn't he fall into the trap in the manor now?

"Sir, we must leave immediately. Maybe Sir York is mobilizing men to siege us at this time." The guards quickly stood up and drew their swords from their waists.

"Let's go." Baron Russell's eldest son led his men out of the room. In the corridor, they met the housekeeper of the manor. The housekeeper was smiling and preparing to say something, but the guards would not give him a chance. They went forward and hit the housekeeper in the face with his fist. The housekeeper screamed and threw himself to the wall, while Baron Russell's eldest son and the guards left the housekeeper one after another.

"Woo~~, what's going on?" The housekeeper said, covering his mouth with bloody bleeding from his front teeth, laying on the ground in a vague way.
Chapter completed!