Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0014 Black Pot
The enemy's soldiers have already entered the city, and his incompetent subordinates have surrendered long ago. The only thing he can rely on now is the fleet anchored in the port.
Go to sea! Go to sea with the fleet! This is the only thing on his mind now. As long as he can leave the ferry, he can save his life!
"Sir, sir! Rest, take a rest for a while..." The only trusted officer who escaped with him sat on the ground like a dead dog, and said in a mournful voice with a breath taken away.
They were exhausted after running all the way. They thought that the other side should be busy accepting the surrendered soldiers and controlling the city walls and gates, and would not come to find them so soon.
"Then, what was that explosion? Why? Why is it almost as powerful as magic?" Leaning against the wall, Berman took a deep breath and asked in despair.
After calming down, he realized that his lining was soaked with sweat. Just now when he was running wildly, he was still thinking about revenge, but now he only wanted to save his life.
Even the Alante Empire would probably not bother to provoke such an enemy. For a small person like me, there is really no chance of revenge.
However, if the news that Seris City had "magician assistance" was sent back to the Alante Empire, it would surely arouse the Alante Empire's vigilance, right? Although it would not benefit me, Seris City would surely be wiped out immediately, right?
Thinking of this, Berman showed a cruel smile on his face. He wanted to kill that bastard Lord of Ceris, Ailan Hill Chris! He wanted this damn bastard to never be reborn!
"I, I don't know either!" The trusted officer was also shocked when he mentioned those terrible explosions. He couldn't muster up any courage at all: "Maybe it was the devil's thunder?"
"The devil's thunder? You might as well say it's the wizard's fire magic!" Berman scolded him angrily, "Useless thing! Why didn't you bring any guards with you? Huh?"
Hearing his master's rebuke, the confidant suddenly felt that he was innocent, and cried with a sad face: "My lord! The city was in such chaos just now , who could still listen to my command..."
He wanted to take a few people with him so that they could be protected on the way. But a shell had just landed not far away, and the entire guard camp was stunned How could anyone hear his shouts?
What's more, the situation was in chaos at that time. Lord Berman took the lead in running away, and he was only concerned with following alone. How could he have the energy to gather those soldiers who had already collapsed?
It was even more impossible for him to order other soldiers to follow him when passing by: if the commander gave random orders during the retreat, who would be willing to cover his rear? If everyone ran back together, wouldn't it make the situation even more chaotic?
At that time, leaving the soldiers on the city wall to hold back the enemy was the right choice, so when he heard his master's scolding, this confidant immediately felt wronged.
Berman also saw the other party's grievance, and he also realized that it would be useless to blame his confidant at this time. At this moment, stabilizing the people who follow him is what a superior should do.
So he adjusted his tone and said comfortingly: "Forget it! This is not your fault! It's just that the opponent's weapons are too weird... Come back to Alante with me, and follow me to get reinforcements to retake Ferry City!"
Hearing that his master was going to Alante to ask for help, it seemed that there was still a possibility of turning things around. This confidant also had some hope and immediately said excitedly: "I am willing to follow you until death, my lord!"
"Take off this armor! Let's go!" Seeing that he had calmed down, he threw the gauntlet on the side of the road, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and continued to walk towards the port .
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On the dock of the port, Lawrence stood in the sea breeze, holding his sword, and behind him were rows of sailors who were ready to go to sea.
An officer also wearing leather armor came over and said with his head down, " Sir ! There was a loud noise from the city wall, and black smoke was rising... Maybe that guy Berman is going to lose."
"Humph! He has only been the lord here for a few years, and look at what he has done to Ferry City? The people are living in poverty, and the common people are suffering..." Lawrence complained dissatisfiedly: "He treats women as playthings and bullies the weak everywhere. I have been unhappy with him for a long time."
"He's really hit a wall this time. I didn't expect Seris to be able to easily crush Maine and reach us so quickly." The officer sneered and continued.
Lawrence nodded and spat, "Don't give me a chance. If he does, I will settle accounts with him for the women he has harmed and the people he has harmed over the years!"
As they were talking, two figures stumbled towards the dock from the end of the street in the distance. They looked back every few steps and soon came closer. They were the Lord of Berman and his confidant.
"Hurry! Let us get on the boat!" Berman shouted loudly while running breathlessly.
Lawrence held the sword, and the smile on his face became colder: "It seems that the opportunity has come today!"
The two men ran closer and closer, and when they saw the expressions of these sailors who were ready for battle, they felt something was wrong.
Berman stopped, kept a certain distance from Lawrence, and asked vigilantly: "What are you doing here? Get on the boat! I want to leave here!"
"Where do you want to go, sir?" Lawrence took a step forward with a smile on his face and asked with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
"I... I'm going to Alante! I'm the city lord appointed by Alante. I'm going back to report my work. There's nothing wrong with reporting my work!" Berman shouted out with a guilty conscience, citing the support of the Alante Empire. He knew that if it weren't for the support of the Alante Empire, Lawrence would not take him seriously.
Lawrence nodded, made way for him, and extended his hand to invite him: "Please come in! Let the adults get on board!"
Berman was no fool. He had seen that Lawrence had ill intentions towards him, so he would not approach him easily. He held the sword in his hand, gnashed his teeth at Lawrence and said, "Laurence! Are you going to betray me?"
"I just think that you, as the city lord... should give way to others!" Lawrence's smile faded, and he squinted his eyes and spoke word by word as he looked at Berman.
"You! You dare to kill me?" Berman looked at Lawrence hatefully and asked harshly.
"Of course I wouldn't dare..." Lawrence still narrowed his eyes: "But you weren't killed by me, you died under the swords of the Seris cavalry...died in the chaos of the army."
If he killed Berman now and pushed the blame for Berman's death onto the attacking Seris army, he would be safe. Whether he surrendered to Seris or waited for the new lord of Ferry City to take office, there would be no problem - this was also the reason why he dared to turn against him now.
"You!" Berman thought to himself that it was not good. The other party had obviously found a loophole, and he could only give it a try to save his life. So he shouted the word "you" while drawing his sword.
Berman's movements were not slow, but Lawrence's were faster. This old sailor who had been drifting on the sea for many years drew his long sword and drew a strange path like a dragon.
Berman felt a sweetness in his throat and it became difficult to breathe. He dropped the sword in his hand, knelt on the ground, and subconsciously covered his neck with both hands. Blood was constantly gushing out from there, and he couldn't stop it.
He wanted to speak, but all he spat out was warm blood. He saw his confidant being hacked to death by several sailors in the distance, and saw Lawrence sheathing his sword and looking down at him.
He also heard what Lawrence said, which made him feel a little bit colder: "Berman, the bastard who bullied men and women, is dead! Ferry City finally has hope today!"
He stretched out a bloody hand, trying to grab Lawrence in front of him, but found that his body fell backwards uncontrollably. Then he could only see the blue sky and the dark gray smoke that was floating in the sky and drifting from the other side of the city wall.
The desperate eyes of the women he bullied passed before his eyes, the screams of the families he harmed rang in his ears, and the gold, silver and jewelry he had seized were buried at his feet... The only thing he didn't think of was a feeling called regret.
Chris held the reins while holding the sword, glanced at Berman's cold body, and then looked with interest at the tall man in leather armor standing on the dock.
"You killed him?" After a while, Chris asked with a smile.
"You killed him!" Holding the sword at his waist, Lawrence raised his head and answered loudly.
Chris nodded: "Okay! I'll take the blame... I'm Ailanhill Chris. The mayor of Ceris."
Pointing at the broken sailboats behind him, Lawrence introduced himself: "My name is Lawrence, I don't have a last name, I am the naval commander of Ferry City."
Chris looked up at the sailboats that looked ordinary. "Nice to meet you, General Lawrence."
Lawrence was not polite and asked, "I am also very happy to meet you, the strong man who defeated Mayne and the ferry within ten days, Lord Chris! In addition, I would like to ask... Are those cloth and woodworking products really developed by you?"
"Yes, I developed it." Chris had no reason not to admit it, so he nodded and said, "I can't help it. The taxes are so high. If I don't develop some industry, I have no way to get the gold coins to pay the taxes."
"Master Chris, can you think of some ways to increase the income of our Ferry City?" What Lawrence said next made Chris laugh and cry: "If you can, I will fight for you!"
