Chapter Ninety-Eight: Return to Glory
No one could have imagined that Arthras would not be on the battlefield at the time of the decisive battle between the Knights of Sauron and Francis, and no one would have thought that Arthras would suddenly appear in Louis's territory at this time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ ο½ο½ο½ο½
Didn't he know that for Louis and Francis, cutting off his head was a final victory?
Baron Diego looked at the familiar handsome face in front of him, and found that he couldn't believe his eyes for a while, the big sword in his hand was clenched and loosened, released and gripped, and he didn't know how to face the young man bathed in blood in front of him for a long time, and after a long time, he struggled to squeeze out an ugly smile, and without mentioning the blood in his manor, he hesitated: "Young master." β
Master?
This title made Arthras under the gray cloak outline a smile, but it looked cold and piercing, and he squinted his eyes and said calmly: "Marquis Sauron is dead, if I remember correctly, I was always the first heir in line to the Sauron family until he died, so baron, do you think it is appropriate to call me young master?"
Baron Diego did not dare to speak.
Arthras didn't wait for him to speak, he held the blood-stained sword in his hand, pointed the tip of the sword at the blood and corpses flowing on the ground, and said indifferently: "These are the prices you have to pay, and as for why you have to pay the price, I don't think I need me to remind you." Well, Baron, you have already paid the price, and I will forgive you for the sins you have committed. β
Inexplicably, Baron Diego suddenly remembered the grace and calmness of their young master Arthras and the smile that always hung on his face in those years, especially when he faced them as Sauron's servants, the warm and sincere picture of Young Master Artelas became clearer and clearer, and he suddenly felt damn nostalgic, so he forgot his selfishness for the first time, gritted his teeth and said: "Young master, you better leave as soon as possible." β
Artelas, who no longer had a warm smile, raised his lips slightly, he stared at Diego, and his voice was completely devoid of the slightest emotional temperature: "If I came only to forgive your sins, then why should I come? If I leave like this, what will you do?" he looked up at the boundless sky, and continued: "What should he do if he doesn't see it?"
Diego was silent, he knew very well that the arrival of Arthras was in itself an extra choice for them, and he also found a glimmer of hope in despair - but in the end, he did not dare to reach out and take this hope easily, because during the time of Sauron's fall, they played a dishonorable role after all, and Arthras would really forgive them?
How many servants is the price to kill?
Diego wasn't so naΓ―ve.
However, Arthras would not give him time to think about it at all, he walked all the way through the blood on the ground, and walked to a distance of 2 meters in front of Diego, he said softly: "I don't have a lot of time, I can only give you 2 hours, during this time you have to do everything you can to inform everyone, tell them that I am back, let them come to see me, I will be waiting for you here." β
Have to wait?
It's just a madman who has lost his mind.
Knowing that it would only take 2 hours to get from his estate to Sauron, Diego was amazed.
"Why don't you go yet?"
Arthras frowned, and then as if he remembered something, he sneered: "Oh yes, it seems that you are worried that even if you return to my side, you will still face death, but the question is, do you have any other choice? Francis and Louis can still give you a few days to survive? Believe me, you have no choice, you can only trust me, gamble on it, Baron, if you don't gamble, there will be nothing." β
Whoever can deny Artelas's words must also admit Artelas's precise grasp of the timing of his arrival.
Baron Diego did not hesitate any longer, gritted his teeth fiercely, and strode towards the gate of the manor.
"Don't be foolish enough to try to inform Louie, you should know better than I do, that will only make you meet death sooner. β
The voice behind him caused Diego to pause slightly, and he was cold, completely unaware of how Artelas had grasped his fleeting thought.
He walked on, in awe.
......
Within 2 hours, the servants of Sauron in Louis's territory rushed to the manor of Baron Diego in Taker City one after another, and in this blood-soaked manor with corpses, these servants who had betrayed Sauron bowed their heads, knelt neatly on one knee in blood, and deeply repented to the former heir of Sauron's first line of succession and their former young master.
We all know that after the news of the new diocese incident spread, these Sauron servants who followed Louis must have lived in oppression and despair, and Arthras only needed to win a victory on the other side, which was enough for Sauron's servants to completely betray Louis and take refuge in him, the de facto first heir to the throne of Sauron; And it must be admitted that this almost crazy desperate method is definitely the most concise and effective method, and there is no one.
Of course, showing up in Louis's territory to give his servants hope again was only the first step in Artelas's madness, otherwise his servants would not necessarily follow him to go crazy without strong protection.
That same evening.
The castle of the Earl of Stuart welcomed an uninvited guest that even Stuart unexpected.
In the Count's study on the top floor of the castle, Stuart looked at Arthras, who was covered in blood in front of him, and thought for a long time before finally calming down his emotions and exclaiming: "You are not the same as before. β
Even though the blood-stained cloak was dirty and tattered, Artelas looked extraordinarily elegant when he bowed calmly, and he said expressionlessly: "Count, do you expect a lost dog whose family was ruined overnight to remain the same in hell as before? β
Stuart's expression was complicated, and he suddenly asked, "I have received the exact news of the war outside Albasan, and I want to know, it is something you guessed a long time ago that Donald's Fire Fox will definitely support?"
"Overestimate me, how dare I expect that old fox Donald to lend a helping hand to me. Not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or mocking Stuart's subtlety, Arthras pouted and said, "But I can guess that Augustus will definitely find a way not to let me die." The reason is not complicated, Alfred wants to lay a solid foundation for his rise, he needs time, and he needs me to pester Francis for him. β
"Then why did you have to fight that decisive battle and pay unnecessarily huge casualties?"
Somewhat unusually, Arthras did not answer Stuart's second question, he was silent for a long time, and then said, "This is a necessary casualty, and you will see the real cause later." β
As if he had suddenly noticed something, Stuart stopped asking, but his eyes became more and more complicated.
He finally asked the question that was extremely sensitive to the two of them: "You don't worry that if you come to my castle, you will never be able to leave?"
Arthras raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Unless you really want to see Stuart completely buried in your hands, you will not only let me go, but you will also let me leave as much as possible." β
"Why?"
"I don't like this kind of boring temptation and counter-temptation very much, so Count, this is my last explanation. It is hard to imagine that even in such a situation, Arthras would have been able to express his impatience to Count Stuart with impunity, and he said coldly: " As far as the current situation is concerned, even if I die, Francis will definitely not survive, because whether he wants to be an enemy of Alfred or not, it means that he is against the establishment of a new diocese in the wasteland, then, of course, his enemy cannot be only Alfred, or even he is an enemy of the entire wasteland, so I really don't want to believe that you are stupid enough to wait with Francis to perish, after all, Alfred is now an invincible Alfred. As for me, it was different, the whole wasteland was aware of my personal friendship with Augustus, and I was at the forefront of the battlefield when Alfred resisted the Lich, and I also left an indelible mark. β
After he finished speaking, he smiled and pointed to the shocking narrow scar on his handsome face.
Earl Stuart was silent, unable to speak.
He knew that the old lion underground would finally be able to close his eyes.
He was also more than willing to believe that Artelas, who had abandoned all good qualities, would return to glory.