Section 82 The Art of Ruling

General Bruce was like a paralyzed wild dog, dragged and threw it among the mercenaries by bald Otto like a half-iron tower. The panicked General Bruce looked at the many mercenaries, and the mercenaries lifted him up and walked towards the castle square. General Bruce twisted his body, but he could not move at all when he was caught by countless hands. His gorgeous hat was knocked to the ground, and then he was stepped into the mud by the mercenaries' big feet. His usually majestic beard was torn off half.

"Kill him, kill him." The mercenaries carried General Bruce to the square, then threw him to the ground, and threw the royal general to the dilemma. The mercenaries stood in the middle of the two factions and left a narrow aisle.

"Give me aside." General Bruce begged, but his behavior only made these mercenaries even more despise. They forced General Bruce to crawl in the aisle with both hands and feet, then took out a sharp short sword and stabbed General Bruce hard on his body. Amid the screams and wails, General Bruce crawled in the crowd like a headless fly, trying to avoid the sharp weapon that kept piercing him, but no matter where he hid, he could not get rid of the assassination of the short sword.

Amid the constant noise of the mercenaries, General Bruce's body was blood red after a moment, and blood continued to flow. Finally, he finally lay down on the ground exhausted. A sergeant came forward and waved his hand. The mercenaries immediately calmed down.

"Pray for your sins." The chief sergeant grabbed his hair with his hands, letting him reveal his throat, and a sharp short sword rested on his throat.

"No, no." General Bruce, with a bloody face, shook his lips and looked at the sergeant with a begging look, but the sergeant had no sympathy and quickly cut his throat with a sword. General Bruce's throat made a slight panting sound, and blood flowed out of the wound. General Bruce's eyes rolled out, and there was no breath in his mouth and nose.

"Oh~~~." Seeing the damn enemy being killed, the mercenaries shouted collectively. They held their weapons high and hugged each other's companions, as if they had won a big victory.

"Cover the team." The sergeant commanders interspersed with orders among the mercenaries, as if they were coming suddenly. Under the leadership of the non-commissioned officers, these mercenaries quickly left the castle, leaving only the body of General Bruce in the square, and the lowland lords were surprised by the well-trained troops.

"I thought these violent soldiers would immediately loot the castle?" The lowland lords said to each other. In their opinion, things had already reached this point. They did not take the opportunity to make a fortune by the lowly people like the mercenaries who were profit-oriented. However, what the lords did not know was how strict Schwab managed this mercenary unit. On the other hand, Schwab gave the mercenaries a long-term and stable benefit, which was also the mercenaries who had always been uncontrollable, and under his command was as easy as his own arms.

After General Bruce was killed by the mercenaries, the lowland lords seemed to understand that it was not Prince Masimilk who really controlled the strength, but this Earl of Stettin, because it was the army under the earl who defeated them, which made them very curious about how the Count who mastered a county had such a powerful force.

"Sir Earl, Lord Jaminway has sent some gifts." After understanding this truth, the pragmatic lowland lords immediately left the castle and actively moved closer to Schwab. The lords entered and left Schwab's camp every day. They were amazed at the Eagle Warriors with distinct barriers.

"Where is the prince?" Schwab asked Baron Coro after meeting these lowland lords.

"He still stayed in the castle and didn't want to see us." Baron Coro shook his head and said to Schwab.

"Oh, then there's nothing I can do." Schwab actually didn't want to force the prince too much, but he had the interests of his own group, and even Schwab himself could no longer disobey.

After gradually stabilizing the lowland territory, the lords submitted a written oath to the royal family, and the two sides determined new feudal obligations. Since then, the lowland territory has completely become the fief of His Highness Prince Pumbrus. The lowland lords have to pay taxes to His Highness on weekdays, and in war matters, they must obey the call of the royal family and provide the army to help the royal family fight.

When all this was done, Prince Masimilk was impatient to return to Fort Towaben. He was so anxious that he didn't even say hello to Schwab. The rebellious Schwab had already annoyed him.

"It's so unlucky. I seem to have angered my boss again." Schwab shrugged helplessly when he heard the news, and then led the mercenaries of the Eagle Warriors back to his territory, Stockington.

Prince Masimilk was indeed very angry and Schwab killed General Bruce without mercy, which made him feel very shameless and did not know how to face his father. The depressed Prince His Highness was silent all the way, making the team that returned victoriously looked very gloomy. After several days of journey, the prince and his group finally returned to the long-lost Castle of Tuwaben. Where King Pumbruce held a welcome banquet for them. Many nobles living in royal territories were invited to come, and the nobles in colorful costumes dressed the castle happily.

"My son, why are you not very happy?" His Majesty the King asked in wonder, looking at the gloomy face of his son who had returned from victory.

"No, nothing? Maybe it's a journey." Prince Masimilk coughed and said perfunctorily.

"Oh, is that true? Where is Bruce?" The king looked at Sir Simon, who was beside him, and the king who knew his son very well felt that something must have happened, not to mention that General Bruce, who went on the battle together, had never been seen.

"This, your majesty, please forgive me. General Bruce is dead." Sir Simon could not violate his oath, so he had to tell the truth to his monarch.

"What the hell is going on?" the old king put down the wine glass in his hand and asked Sir Simon.

"General Bruce was executed by the Count Stedeing's men," Sir Simon replied.

"Why? When did it happen?"

"Yes~~~." Sir Simon told the old king the whole story, and although this king, who was not enterprising but had enough success, listened carefully to his subordinates' reports.

"So, Father, are you too much about Count Stedetin?" His Highness Prince Masimirk, who had been silent, finally couldn't help but jump up after listening to Sir Simon's report.

"Hahaha, because of this, you neglected Count Stedetin and ran back by yourself?" The old king glanced at his son, which made him feel despaired when he felt that his father would look towards his prince.

"Of course, even if you want to kill General Bruce, you should wait until you return to Tuwabian, instead of a group of lowly mercenaries killing a noble and royal general. This is an insult to the royal family." Prince Masimilk roared.

"Well, what an immature guy, tsk, this reduced the fruit of victory by at least half." The old king touched his beard and taught his son a lesson.

"Why am I immature? Isn't that the case?"

"Hey, but making mistakes is the patent of young people. Listen to it, my son, listen to the experience of an old man. No, you should now regard me as your monarch, the experience of a king who has ruled this kingdom for thirty years." The old king grabbed his son's shoulder and stared at the frightened Prince Masimirk with his eyes. He felt that now was the best time to teach his son the art of rule.

"What's wrong with my father?"

"First of all, you shouldn't let your subordinates guess your thoughts casually. I dare say that Bruce had already figured out your little thoughts before crying to you, right? You must have become jealous of Count Stedetin's military achievements, so the guy Bruce grabbed the tail and made you give orders that were not passed by your brain." The old king pointed his finger at his head, and Prince Masimirk was red in his face and defended.

"I didn't."

"Hmph, second point, if you are determined to punish Count Stededin, the first step is not to send that idiot Bruce to threaten a general who stays with his own troops."

"What should I do?" the prince asked curiously.

"Split him from his army, and this is the case when you have the same number of troops. Oh, my stupid son." The old king shook his head, feeling sad about his son's political naivety. Although Prince Masimirk was not stupid, in fact, the prince had contact with the best education since he was a child, there were many things that could not be learned in books.

"But Schwab's army broke through Haas Bergburg, and I had no army to mobilize at that time." His Highness the Prince seemed to have come back and nodded thoughtfully.

"So, after you make a wrong decision, someone will take it, and it is obvious that Earl of Stettin has found you a scapegoat."

"You mean Bruce?"

"Yes, it's that fool. This is a good step for both of you. As long as you follow it, you can become close comrades with Count Stedeing without any obstacles, and this incident can be solved perfectly."

"But, Bruce is a royal general, and Count Stedeing is too embarrassed." The young and energetic Prince Masimirk said unconvincedly.

"Yeah, face? Is that useful? Don't forget who helped you conquer the territory. It's not that fool Bruce, nor the royal family's face, it's the Count of Stedetin. Didn't you do a good job before?" The old king continued to educate his son.

"Oh, that's it, I understand, thank you, your father." After hearing his father's teachings, Prince Masimilk's eyes lit up. He seemed to touch the core of the art of domination, so he rushed out of the room in a hurry, but when he walked to the door, he seemed to remember something again, so he quickly turned around, grabbed his father's hand, kissed his ring, and rushed out.
Chapter completed!