Outside the city gate, Cardoj looked at the three fireballs floating in the air. "Spellcasters... Hmph."
Zoro and Jersson, who were not far away from the city gate, also saw it. "Let's go! Baron Cashel has sent his casters. This city is about to fall! " Zoro shouted to the soldiers around him. "My lord, your safety..." Jersson wanted to say something, but he swallowed his words when Zoro glared at him. What kind of job is this? Next time, let Locke look after Young Master Zoro while I charge, Jersson thought to himself.
Inside the city, Glace and the other two also heard the loud noise. "This is definitely not caused by humans!" Glace's expression changed drastically. "It's magic. Let's go back quickly, this city is about to fall!" After saying that, she lifted her skirt and ran deep into the alley without caring about her image as a noble lady. The maidservant behind her also carried Kristin and followed closely behind her.
Willis and the others at the north gate also heard the loud noise. Although he was the unfavoured son of a margrave, as a noble, he still knew some extraordinary powers. "Casters..." Willis's expression darkened even more. "Let's go!" The people following him were all elites. Although there were only about fifty of them, most of them were cavalrymen. There were also a few large carriages accompanying them, all of which were his wealth.
The attack at the north gate was very weak. As long as they could rush out, Willis was confident that he could make a comeback with the map of Morphey Forest and the deed to the manor in Karaman. He might even have a better life than he did in Shalor.
The city gate slowly opened, and Willis and the others broke through the encirclement of the group of infantry. Just when Willis and the others thought that they had escaped, a group of cavalrymen even more than them blocked the road. Both sides were obviously shocked.
Willis found that the leader of the group was a man in full armour who gave him a great deal of pressure. One had to know that he had secretly cultivated impetus to the level of a low-rank Knight, and was even stronger than him... Willis had a bad feeling.
"My lord..." A middle-aged man in full armour walked out from behind Willis and said in a low voice, "Run as fast as you can later." He then ordered the surrounding cavalrymen, "You guys, protect His Lordship!"
"Yes!" the soldiers replied in unison.
Willis widened his eyes. If even the powerhouse he had secretly recruited was no match for him, then the strength of this knight …
Although the city's resistance was very strong, they still managed to take it down. At noon, the city gates were breached one after another, and the Shalorian soldiers who retreated to the castellan's mansion apparently realised that they had been abandoned by their lord. After a little resistance, they chose to surrender.
In the evening, groups of Faustian soldiers patrolled Farlans. After the city gate was breached, a large number of Shalorian refugees rioted, smashed, looted, and burned. These refugees caused far more damage to the Faustian soldiers who entered the city than the Shalorian soldiers who were still resisting. Fortunately, the Faustians were experienced in dealing with such things. After hanging dozens of thugs on both sides of the streets in the city, the chaos finally ended.
Locke had just come out of the baron's quarters, and the two barons were still arguing about who broke through the city gate first. It was indeed strange. The gate that Locke and the others broke through and the gate that Cashel had bombarded were taken down almost at the same time. Because of this, the remnants of the Shalorian army, who were attacked from the front and rear, chose to surrender after a short while of resistance.
Locke then went to Solon's quarters. Solon wasn't injured, but Jersson, who was protecting him, was unlucky. Perhaps because he was too protective, the Shalorians thought that Solon was some big shot. They didn't encounter many formal battles, but there were waves of sneak attacks coming one after another. Solon had good impetus and solid armour, so it was said that it was only a scratch. Jersson wasn't so lucky. His soldiers reported that the platoon jarl had been shot in the left side of his waist. His half-body armour could only protect the area above the ribs, so the archer had to be very cunning to be able to shoot the left side of his waist.
He met Solon in a luxurious courtyard and reported the damage to the troops. After all, Solon was the direct leader of their platoon. Solon, who had a scar on the bridge of his nose, was very satisfied with Locke's meticulousness. It made him feel that he had a team of soldiers that belonged to him and a good officer.
Solon was very happy and rewarded him with a piece of smooth red cloth and a section of redsea flower. It seemed that Solon knew that he was keeping a woman. Otherwise, he wouldn't have rewarded him with such a thing. Locke cut the redsea flower himself, but he was careful and cut more than half of it this time. This kind of treasure was actually carried by Young Master Sauron during the war. It seemed that its value was much higher than what Young Master Sauron had said.
In the end, he turned down Jersson's request to have dinner with him, using the excuse that he still had to see him. Although he was rejected, Solon was even happier because he preferred a subordinate who cared about his superior and comrades. Jersson was a platoon jarl, so he was half a rank higher than Locke.
Jersson was arranged to stay in a small courtyard, and two soldiers from their platoon were there to take care of him. It was just an arrow to the left of his waist. In the past, it would have been a minor injury, but for someone who cultivated impetus, impetus would slowly heal the wound. For Jersson, this kind of injury would take him a week to recover.
Jersson was emotional when he saw Locke and insisted that he stay with him tonight. Locke hadn't found a place to sleep yet. He even said that he would leave the job of protecting Solon to him next time and that he would go to bed. Locke smiled and agreed.
It was already late when he left Jersson's place, and the moon was already high up in the trees. Locke rejected the offer to stay in the same courtyard as him. For platoon jarls like him, the baron would give them the right to temporarily have a small, independent courtyard in the city. It was just like the courtyard where Jersson was recuperating. It was much better to have his own place than to be squeezed in with others.
Independent courtyards like this used to be inhabited by merchants and rich people, and they were all near the castellan's mansion. Locke wanted to choose a quiet environment because the siege battle during the day had given him a lot of impetus, and he needed to meditate on it.
Locke walked on the street, and the sounds of Faustian soldiers smashing shops could be heard on both sides of the street. The baron had tacitly agreed to this. Soldiers fought with their lives, so they had to be rewarded handsomely. The shops on these streets didn't have much profit, so the baron didn't care for them. The soldiers, on the other hand, were like treasure hunters, looking for treasures in the rubble. If they could find a gold coin, they would be rich. They could exchange it for fifty silver thalers at the logistics department, but the probability was close to zero. The owners of those shops had long since left, and most of the things left in the shops were things that couldn't be taken away or of low value, but that didn't stop the soldiers from being enthusiastic.
Locke used to be one of them, and when he was still a platoon jarl, he was even fiercer. He once led his brothers to conquer three streets in a row in one night. Now that he was a platoon jarl, he didn't have to do it himself. He had money from the platoon jarls, and the baron would also give him a reward. That was the highlight of the show. The treasury, armory, and granary of the city were guarded by the baron's cavalry platoon at the beginning of the occupation, not to mention the rich castellan's mansion. It was said that any porcelain in the mansion was worth several gold coins, and it was worth at least two Gold Thalers if converted to gold.
Hans, Kane, and the others had almost learned how to break into the city and rob it. He believed that they would definitely be able to 'eat their fill'. Locke stopped thinking about it. The most important thing now was to find a place to stay.
Locke walked in a dark alley, which was backed by the castellan's mansion. It could be considered a wealthy place. The people who lived here were either rich or noble. He walked in and a red mahogany door appeared in front of him. It was him.
"Bang!" Locke kicked the door open and walked in. The owner of this kind of house had most likely fled. Even if they didn't, it didn't matter. He could just chase them away. Now that this house belonged to Locke, he didn't mind loosening his grip on them if they didn't know how to appreciate his kindness.
The courtyard was very clean. The previous owner must have been a meticulous person. There was a tree in the courtyard, but there were no leaves on the ground. Locke kept an eye out. In this case, the owner had either just left or hadn't left yet.
There were only two houses in the courtyard other than the gatehouse. When he first entered, he glanced at the gatehouse and saw that there was no one inside. Locke looked at the two houses that didn't have their doors open. He drew his longsword and entered the one on the right. This was slightly smaller, so it shouldn't be the owner's place. He slowly opened the door and jumped in with his sword. There was no one inside. There was a faint fragrance in the room, so it should be where a woman lived. The room wasn't big, and there were no other decorations except for a bed. The bedding on the bed was messy, so the owner must have been in a hurry when she left.
Locke retreated and looked at the master bedroom. It was still quiet. The person in this courtyard should also be in this house. Locke slowly walked to the door and pushed it gently. The room was dark. Just as Locke completely pushed the door open, a silver light flashed.
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