Chapter 399 Contact

The royal capital of Graycastle, underground of the palace.

Timothy sat obliquely on the throne, with his right hand resting on his cheek, looking impatiently at the recruiter who was performing his assassination stunt in the hall.

This is the first number of idiots after winter?

Probably because I was too tolerant, let these clowns come forward one by one.

He yawned and felt his eyes dry out.

Since the Palace of the Sky was blown up by snow powder, he moved the meeting place to the basement of the palace. After some renovations, several storage rooms were connected into one. The space is not too small, enough to accommodate the ministers and nobles attending the meeting. The most important thing is that this place is absolutely safe. There is only one entrance and exit, and above it is a magnificent palace. No amount of snow powder will affect this place. The disadvantage is that there is no light underground, and the light source is all provided by turpentine torches. The torches around the wall made the indoor air extremely dry and dull, and the sweet smell of pine resin made him drowsy.

Thinking of that fourth brother, Timothy's teeth itch with hatred. If there were no witnesses who noticed that the other party's attack came from the sky, he might still wantonly build watchtowers. Now that he knew that this method could not be defended at all, he could only temporarily hold a meeting here.

Roland Wimbledon will definitely pay the price for this!

"Your Majesty," the recruiter's voice pulled his thoughts back into the hall, "Look, as long as the traitor King Roland dares to appear in front of me, I can complete the mission you entrusted to me!"

Timothy glanced in front of the opponent, and saw four throwing knives accurately inserted into the barrel twenty steps away from him.

"This is what you call a stunt?"

"That's right, Your Majesty," he said confidently, "I'll tell you the truth, I used to do this kind of business, and there were no less than ten mice that died in my hands. If you mix in the crowd, most of the targets will die. I don’t even know where the flying knife came from.”

"What about the reward?" Timothy moved his stiff body.

"Only twenty-five gold dragons," said the recruiter, pointing his fingers. "Five are used for the expenses on the journey and the cost of dressing up—it's easier to get close to the rebel king by dressing up in an unobtrusive appearance."

"Sir Waymars," the king motioned.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The steel heart knight drew out his sword, took off his shield from behind, and walked into the hall.

"You, what do you mean?" He was startled.

"Defeat my knight, and I will give you the reward." Timothy winked at the Jazz.

The latter nodded, pulled down his mask, and walked towards the other party.

"Wait, wait... No, Your Majesty, this won't work," the recruiter turned over in embarrassment, avoiding the knight's slash, and stammered, "I can't face it—ah!"

The knight followed up and kicked him hard in the abdomen, causing him to swallow the rest of his words.

After rolling twice on the ground, the recruiter softly threw a throwing knife, but was easily blocked by the shield. Then Jazz stepped on his hand, swung his sword down, half of his arm left his body immediately, and the splashed blood reflected an arc on the ground.

"My hand—" the other party let out a scream, curling up into a ball holding his arm.

"First, the royal family is no better than a mouse. Even my stupid younger brother will not easily approach the crowd. Second, you can't even do anything to a single knight, so what are you going to do to assassinate a lord who has many knights guarding him? After twenty-five gold dragons, you will never come back here." Timothy waved his hand, "Throw him out."

If it was a month or two ago, he would not have treated this group of ignorant and greedy people like this. At most, he would have driven them out of the capital and ordered them not to come back until they got Roland's head. He gave some financial support to those who had a slight chance of success—but so far, Roland is still alive and well.

Probably because of this benevolent attitude, more and more people came to claim that they could solve the rebellion against the king, and the methods became more and more absurd. Even before, there was a guy who pulled out the maid in the tavern as an assassin, saying that the maid had outstanding skills, and no man could refuse her service. I don't know what to say! Don't they know the difference between ordinary women and witches? They repeatedly publicized the depravity of the fourth brother on the notices. How could a lord who could raise witches think of such a cheap thing.

Section Chief Tifei let out a sigh of relief, and taught these ignorant applicants a lesson, which should also make others calm down a little.

Perhaps it is a mistake to recruit counter-rebels from the people.

The only thing that can defeat Roland is pills and snow powder.

He glanced down the hall, and after seeing that there were no outsiders, he asked the former Prime Minister, "How is the development progress of the snow powder weapon?"

According to the information collected from Longsong Fortress one after another, the reason why the miners in Border Town were able to defeat the Duke's Knights and the Mad Militia was because they used a strange snow powder weapon. It should be a semi-closed iron pipe, using the impact force generated by the explosion of snow powder to push the lead pellets to attack the target, similar to a crossbow bolt. Timothy was very concerned about this, and immediately summoned experienced blacksmiths to imitate this new sharp weapon.

"It's not ideal, Your Majesty," the Marquis of Wick shook his head. "The blacksmiths tried to make a dozen of these weapons according to the information, but the power is far from as powerful as the rumors. Only a small number of them can penetrate the knight within ten steps." Breastplate, it is difficult to hit the target if it exceeds fifty steps."

"Ten steps?" Timothy frowned, "Isn't that the same as sticking to the knight's face? Can it stop the charge of the knights?"

"Indeed, there may be some tricks we haven't mastered yet... In addition, even if we gather all the blacksmiths and apprentices in the city, we can produce up to twenty iron pipes a month, and we may not be able to guarantee that every one will be usable." The Marquis sighed. Tone, "As of today, four iron pipes have exploded during training, and the guards are also somewhat resistant to practicing this snow powder weapon."

Damn it, Border Town is many times poorer than Wangdu, but Roland managed to gather hundreds of iron pipes in one winter. He must have got help from the devil.

Timothy changed the subject annoyed, "What about the pills? Has the church not answered yet?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," the Marquis replied, "The High Priest said that the Holy City is fighting against the invasion of evil beasts, and has no energy to provide more berserkers for the time being. He hopes that we can wait patiently until the end of the evil month before we can talk."

"I don't want to see the traitor still safely staying in the castle in the west, not even one more day!"

It seemed that he had to write a personal letter to the Holy City of Hermes. Timothy thought bitterly that if he wanted to recruit believers in Graycastle in the future, he would have to exchange pills.

Just as he was about to announce the end of today's court meeting, Sir Blint, the Foreign Minister, suddenly stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, the envoy from the Dawn Kingdom has arrived in the capital today, and I hope to be received by you."

.(To be continued.)