Chapter 177 A Sleepless Night
The news that Charlie Rex led the undead army to defeat and capture the Fiery Solari Order spread throughout the city of Inadli in half a day.
Westram is just one of the more than 20 small towns in the Innader Territory. Although rumors about this town have been rife in recent months, the people in the town don't actually pay much attention to it; such a town with the smallest population and the worst economy in the entire territory is really not worth the people in the town's excessive attention... especially since the new lord is an illegitimate child.
If it weren't for the rumors about Westram that always included the undead, creatures that made people both curious and fearful, Charlie Rex wouldn't even be qualified to be the topic of conversation among city dwellers - life in a big city is not as poor as in a small country town. The locally published Innadili Weekly and the Rhine Kingdom magazines and newspapers delivered to Innadili every two weeks by the magic steam train have provided people with rich spiritual food.
Not to mention the nobles who are particular about respectability, even the middle class people who get together are more willing to talk about national affairs. Anyone who talks about a local small town in the countryside will be despised as being short-sighted and petty.
Regional discrimination, such as praising the rich and praising the poor and flattering the poor, is not just a minor problem of the people on Earth.
But now, no one dared to underestimate the illegitimate child...especially the local nobles.
While Yang Qiu was chatting and laughing with the bishop of the Gold Coin Church and the captain of the Night Watch, Viscount Darcy, whose status, fame and strength were second only to the Bartles family, had a constant stream of guests at home.
In Viscount Darcy's study, the owners of manors and farmers who owned more than 40% of the local fertile land gathered together to have a heated discussion on the future of Innader Territory.
Among the three brothers, the knight-errant Tuttle Joe, who looks the most serious in appearance and temperament, took advantage of the fact that there were many guests at Viscount Darcy's mansion to sneak in, pretended to be a servant of a nobleman, stood at the door of the study, and openly carried out eavesdropping.
In the study, some gentlemen believed that Charles Rex was of humble origin and that he would be grateful if he was given a little recognition; some gentlemen believed that it was a disgrace for Innadri to tolerate an illegitimate child occupying a high position and called on everyone to work together to drive him away; some gentlemen suggested waiting and seeing, and if Charles Rex was willing to actively integrate into Innadri's upper circle, then it would not be impossible to accept him.
These gentlemen were so engaged and serious in their discussion that Tuttle, who was eavesdropping at the door, rolled his eyes.
No wonder that cunning old monster Yang pushed Rex out as a signboard, while he himself squatted behind and did not move... The enemies wasted their energy attacking Rex, saving Yang a lot of trouble!
Tattle was listening to the sound until he felt sleepy, when he suddenly heard the steady voice of an elderly man in the study: "Please listen to me, everyone. Adela III is the master of Innadri. How to deal with Charlie Rex, a young man who has suddenly risen, depends on his attitude."
This is obviously a very correct piece of nonsense - Adela III can easily figure out who Charlie Rex is flexing his muscles for, and it would be strange if he was happy to see this bastard who was eyeing their family business!
Although it was just nonsense, it clearly reflected Viscount Darcy's attitude... He had no interest in helping the Bartles family defend against the enemy. He would rather see the Bartles family and Charlie Rex fight to the point of mutual defeat.
Even if Charles Rex won and became the new lord riding on their heads, Viscount Darcy didn't care - what's wrong with this guy being a bastard? The wise and brave ancestor of the Bartles family, Adela I, even played a horse bandit when the family was in trouble!
The aristocratic circle is so small, one family’s privacy may be unknown to other families!
There was silence in the study.
Only Viscount Darcy has the confidence to publicly display this attitude of not caring about the reputation of the upper class... To put it bluntly, the more strict the rules are in an environment, the more powerful people are, the less they need to care about the rules.
At the door of the study, Tuttle pretended to adjust his tie and raised his head to avoid the sneer on his face being seen by the passing servants.
Tuttle's good brothers Hal and Pansy were willing to be spies because they saw that there was a future in following Yang and the larger Yang's territory, the higher their status would be. However, Tuttle's purpose was slightly different from theirs... Tuttle was looking forward to seeing how Yang, a madman who could drive the earl's nephew to clean sewers, would trample on the entire upper class of Innadri.
His life pursuit, his father's lifelong efforts, and his family were destroyed by a nobleman who used a grassroots position in the National Guard to gild his reputation. No one knew how deep was Tuttle's hatred for these people who were destined to be high and mighty from birth.
"That madman will definitely not let me down." Tuttle thought happily.
On the other side, Hal and Pansy, who looked like bad guys and couldn't get into the aristocratic neighborhood, were busy running around on St. Joseph's Street ...
Yang Qiu told them without hesitation that he needed more unpaid laborers, and Hal and Pansy immediately understood this guy's intention.
"This guy Yang is really cruel and ruthless."
Coming out of a bar, the two brothers pretended to squat on the side of the road to rest, and left a not-too-conspicuous mark on the wall of the bar with chalk. Hal whispered to Pansy: "It's okay to mess around in a country place like Westham, but he's also messing around in a big city like this. Isn't he worried that Innadeli will become a mess?"
Pansy looked at her old brother in surprise... Well, only Yang could make someone like Hal say the word "messy".
"Anyway, we won't be the ones to clean up the mess," Pansy whispered, "Besides, Charlie is pretty good at it... It doesn't guarantee that there will be any more chaos."
Hal frowned and said, "How come you are saying something good about Charlie? Without those undead, I don't think Charlie would be of any use."
Pansy clapped her hands and stood up: "That's what I wanted to say. With those undead here, Charlie can handle most of the troubles."
Hal stood up and said unhappily, "That kid is only able to show off because of his shabby noble father. If it weren't for his status, he wouldn't have gotten any good things."
Pansy wisely kept her mouth shut...he knew Hal was vaguely jealous of Charlie Rex.
Although he was a puppet lord, he was still a lord after all - after occupying Innader, the Rhine royal family had to hold their noses and give him a formal noble title. Yang disdained the title, so this good thing was bound to fall on Charlie's head.
We are obviously all brothers who were in trouble managing a construction site in the Tarantan Wasteland, but suddenly you even have a title and we are still your thugs. It would be strange if we could remain calm.
Most of the shops on Bar Street had scantily clad waitresses. Hal and his team marked more than 80% of the bars and then headed diligently to the hotel area.
After running around the hotel area, the two brothers ran towards the free market.
There is no need to mark the red-light district and casino area on the north side of St. Joseph Street. None of them are clean. Just let the undead rush in when the time comes.
In the Free Market and Church Road areas , there are a large number of townhouses and bungalows where ordinary citizens live, and there are also many cheap brothels open to the public. Especially near the Free Market, at night, there are a large number of street prostitutes with thick makeup wandering around the street lights.
Hal and Pansy ignored the old prostitutes who were wandering on the streets after losing their beauty. They walked the streets and alleys searching for brothels, whether open or hidden, and marked them one by one.
It was not until dawn that the three brothers dragged their tired bodies back to the hotel where they were staying to meet each other.
"We didn't have to work so hard the last time we fought Westram." Hal, who was exhausted, said indignantly, "Yang, that bastard, is getting more and more rude to us!"
Tuttle and Pansy didn't have the energy to pay attention to him, so they collapsed on the bed and didn't move.
Of course, Hal and the other two were not the only ones who couldn't sleep that night.
The white-robed priest of the Fiery Sun Church, upon receiving the news from the wilderness, went into the prayer room and did not come out all night.
This Fiery Sun Priest had considered that the cult would be defeated, but he never expected that the cult would be defeated so miserably...
After this incident, not only did the Church of the Fiery Sun lose face in the Innadri territory, but it would be impossible to carry out missionary work for at least a few years - the white-robed priest could not afford to lose face until people forgot about it!
At dawn, the white-robed priest came out of the prayer room where he had sat all night, and faced the nervous young priests with a long sigh.
"From now on, all members of our church must not have any conflicts with the Nightmare Butcher and his followers within the territory of Innadri." The white-robed priest said to the young priests with a vicissitudes of life, "Before that guy gets tired of staying for a long time and leaves... we are just the window of the church here and the supply station of the cult."
After a pause, the white-robed priest added: "Everyone must remember... not to follow Walton's footsteps."
"Yes, sir." The young priests all changed color and responded one after another.
The white-robed priest nodded and staggered back to his residence.
He was really regretful now. When he knew that Walton was secretly pulling the city defense troops to do something tricky, why didn't he act more forcefully to stop this fool?
Now, not only has he lost everything, he also has to find a way to raise money to redeem those guys!
The people of the Fiery Sun Cult are only concerned about their money and face, but the people in the Bartles family mansion are feeling the pain and suffering.
Adela III learned from Butler Gould that Charlie Rex's undead army not only defeated the Cult of the Fiery Sun, but also captured the entire Knights of the Inquisition, which was more valuable than his city defense army. The first thought in his mind was to pack up and run away.
At the critical moment, the loyal butler Gould grabbed the sleeve of the Third and said something heartbreaking: "If you leave now, you will never come back! Please think about Baron Marcus!"
Adela III, who was about to jump up from his seat, had to sit back.
After his father's death, the Third Generation was forced to return home to take over the territory. He longed to return to the royal city all the time, but his mind was still clear. He knew very well that if Innadri was not their family's territory, he would not be able to continue to live a carefree life in the royal city.
The stable income from territory taxes every year and the manors and farms that the Bartles family has collected throughout Innadlib are the capital for the third generation's extravagance and debauchery!
"That illegitimate boy will definitely attack us. What should we do, Gould?" The already unclear features on the fat face of the Third Generation were squeezed into a ball, and he grabbed the old butler's hand and asked for help in panic.
"You need to summon the sheriff and the commander of the city defense corps and order them to strengthen the defense." Gould stared with bloodshot eyes and gritted his teeth, "In addition, you need to visit Bishop Jean and ask for help from the Gold Coin Church... Use the largest manor in Newin Town in exchange for the help of at least two knight orders of the Gold Coin Church. Bishop Jean will consider it!"
The Third took a deep breath...That was the best manor of the Bartles family!
Butler Gould hesitated for a moment, then said, "I think... maybe you should arrange for Madam to take the two young masters back to visit their relatives... Madam hasn't been back to visit her family for several years."
The Third was stunned.
