Chapter 186: Fort Renin

Chapter 186: Fort Renin

Crash!

“Those fucking bandits couldn’t achieve a simple thing, even with all the help we have provided them!” shouted a middle-aged man, as he sent glass crashing into the wall.

Sending shards of it all over the room.

He took a few seconds to calm down before he turned to the Orc, sitting behind the table. His mood was worse than the middle-aged man, but he kept his emotions contained.

“Merchant lord, we could try again. If we made enough preparations next time, we would succeed,” he said to Orc, in a tone filled with desperation.

He is desperate; they are closing in on him and after this attempt, it won't take them long to find out.

He needs to kill them before that happens.

“It is over, at least for a few years. Council had already suspected, what I am doing and have been warned indirectly to stop,” said Orc and put down his glass on the table.

“You can’t do this! I deserved to be Lord Blackwell and you will help me achieve it or there will be consequences,” threatened the middle-aged man.

“Hehe!”

Instead of getting angry, the Orc laughed, which made the middle-aged man even more angry.

He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could let out a single word, he begins to feel a tightening in his chest, and a moment later, begin to have difficulty in breathing.

“You,” the middle-aged man let out, as he collapsed on the floor.

“You were just a puppet. There are many more, like you,” said the Orc and got up, before walking toward the hidden door.

He stopped before taking a step and turned back.

“It needs to be perfect; I don’t want anything here connected to me,” said Orc.

“It will be done,” said the man, materializing in the room. He has always been there, invisible, undetected.

The Orc nodded and stepped out, without leaving a single proof of his involvement in the whole affair.

...

An hour later, the soldiers returned, bringing captured bandits and bodies of dead ones, piling them into another big pile.

There are already several piles of bandit bodies.

It is not just bandits who have died; we have also lost people. Though much less than what I had thought.

I was looking at those dead bodies when Blackwell appeared in front of me.

“Adviser, I hope you will accept my heartfelt apologies. My inadequate preparations had put you and your people in danger,” he apologized, surprising me.

Nobles are haughty; they wouldn’t easily apologize to anyone. Especially those below them in the station.

“It was not your fault, Lord Blackwell. You wouldn’t have known. The bandit would attack your forces and assassins would come at their support,” I said, with my words coming out sharper than I had intended to.

“I wouldn’t have known, but I should have prepared better. It is a lesson I will remember my whole life,” he said with a sigh, before turning to my guards.

“Thank you for coming to our rescue. Your help was instrumental in the defeat of the bandits,” he thanked.

“We did what we have been ordered to do, my lord,” Jon replied. “Still, thank you,” he said and left.

He walked into the tents, where they were healing the injured soldiers. A lot of them were being treated by healers and doctors.

It is a good thing; he had brought a sufficient number of those people, or the losses would have been even greater.

“Mr. Silver, you should rest,” said Jon, a few minutes later. I nodded and got up, with the snow falling off my body.

It is still heavily snowing, and I don’t know if tomorrow will be better, but I hope it does or it will make it even harder to reach Fort Renin.

I took one last look around the hill, before walking into my tent and laying down.

Immediately sleep took me, despite the pain of injuries and uncomfortableness from the armor I was wearing.

It seemed like I had been more tired than I had realized.

Visit for Advanced Chapters.